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This log is from the event on 3/22/2025. Please feel free to clean it up if you desire.
Some OOC whispers are preserved for posterity.
Log
Scholar Ithrenor just arrived.
Tabubu quietly says, "She'ri Arelder."
Arbeia turns to face Ithrenor.
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
H>roleplay silentnominate tabubu good little exchange between them and arbeia
Tabubu turns to face Ithrenor.
You are nominating Tabubu for good roleplaying for the following reason: "good little exchange between them and arbeia"
H>unh
You do not believe anyone noticed you slip out of hiding.
>atten armo
You attend to your black leather armor, making the armor as presentable as possible.
Speaking amiably to Arbeia, Arelder says, "Good day, Tabu."
Arelder smiles.
Nilandia gently brushes her henna red hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it back into its bindings.
Vellani nods in greeting at Ithrenor.
>look ith
You see Scholar Ithrenor Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, auburn blonde hair centrally braided to a high half-ponytail, with thinner ring-bound plaits branching off to swoop behind his ears, disappearing into the fall of wavy locks tumbling over his shoulders. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has two ebon-inked concentric circles connected by radial linework on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an azure-on-beige plaid ascot shot with thin olivine lines, a sage green tweed jacket divided by waxed suede lapels, a fitted cocoa leather vest secured by gold-framed pearl buttons over a fine linen shirt with turned cuffs, assorted copper rings, a hip-strapped cire leather bookbag, a pair of flat-front oyster maedatha pants, and a pair of suede ankle boots with pale tartan vamps.
>prof ith
Player "ith" not found. Need help?
Tabubu begins chortling at Arelder.
>look are
You see Arelder Ronne the Armiger of the North.
He appears to be a Human from Talador.
He is taller than average and has a robust and strapping physique. He appears to be an adult. He has crystal blue eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, straight golden blonde hair. He has a square-jawed face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an austere cloak of bresuna dyed a deep midnight blue, a gold-trimmed midnight blue surcoat embroidered with a stylized edelweiss, a polished vultite chain hauberk, a thick gold ring, a leather belt, an engraved silver drinking horn, a dashing ale brown scabbard, a neutral-toned pouch of diamond-scaled rattlesnake skin, some golden linen breeches, some brown boots, and a gilded rolaren round shield emblazoned with an edelweiss.
>prof are
Arbeia says, "I think he means you."
Arbeia pokes Tabubu in the ribs.
Ithrenor nods in greeting.
Arbeia chuckles.
>prof iss
Arelder coughs.
>prof vell
Fleurs nods in greeting.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Fleurs smiles.
Speaking quietly to Arbeia, Tabubu says, "His eyesight is not that good."
>speak common
Arelder laughs!
You are now speaking Common.
Arbeia says, "It is okay..."
Arbeia nods.
Ithrenor asks, "Good afternoon. You have not seen my brother, have you?"
A green-eyed ridge caracal's tail darts back and forth sharply as he purrs.
Arbeia says, "No, not yet."
Arbeia looks over at Ithrenor and shakes her head.
Vellani shakes her head.
Tabubu peers quizzically at Ithrenor.
A waterfall of niveous light briefly cascades from a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck.
Speaking apologetically to Tabubu, Arelder says, "I had a concussion in the wild today."
Arelder chuckles.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "Hello again - I don't believe so, no."
Arbeia asks, "Is he at the bar?"
Arbeia begins chuckling at Arelder!
Ithrenor says, "He might be. It is after noon."
Tabubu nods understandingly at Arelder.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Ithrenor waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Arbeia says, "He's probably at the bar telling someone a tale."
Arbeia says, "And they cannot escape."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Tabubu gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her moonlight silver eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor says, "That seems a likely scenario."
Ailre just arrived.
Teveriel wryly says, "Practicing his linguistic expertise."
>look ail
You see Ailre Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has side-shaven, feathered auburn blonde hair loosely bound by a quill-pierced leather bookmark, the wayward locks brushing against his temples. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has an unmarked map inked in gradient tones across his right forearm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a leather-strapped river naiquard half-cape, a book-affixed natural rattan back-basket, a lacquer-set pectoral of elongated grey pinions over a tall-collared gentian silk tunic draped from a single sleeve of rose gold mesh, a cross-buckled tanned leather belt weighted by a trio of waxed leather cylinders, some fitted charcoal maedatha trousers fastened in aged bone, and a pair of brocade-cuffed bistre suede knee-boots.
>nod greet ail
You nod in greeting at Ailre.
Tabubu nods at Ailre.
Arbeia says, "Ah."
Arbeia glances at Ailre and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Arbeia says, "They must have gotten away."
The mirror images surrounding Vellani undulate and fade away.
Vellani appears to be less protected.
Vellani's spirits are no longer lifted.
The air stops shimmering around Vellani.
Vellani appears to lose some confidence.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Vellani smiles at Ailre.
Ailre raises an eyebrow.
Ithrenor says, "Ah, there he is."
Speaking to Ailre, Teveriel says, "Ah, there we are. The brothers reuinited."
Speaking in Tehir, Arbeia says something you don't understand.
Arbeia nods at Ailre.
Ailre amusedly asks, "Am I the guest of honor?"
Arbeia amusedly says, "Something like that."
Arbeia nods at Ailre.
Speaking warmly in Tehir to Arbeia, Ailre says something you don't understand.
Issalya pushes her half-lensed spectacles up on the bridge of her nose with one finger.
Arbeia smiles.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
A muted crackle emanates from Issalya's herb basket.
Arbeia glances at Ailre and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "We were just discussing what we thought you may be up to in your absence."
Nilandia appears uncomfortable as she observes her environment.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Arbeia chuckles to herself.
Arbeia gently rubs the ridge caracal on the head and neck. The caracal breathes out a quick sigh.
Speaking simply to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "I was just wandering the city."
Ithrenor glances dubiously at Ailre.
>look in my pack
In the black pack:
Weapons [4]: a linden-hafted glaes mace, a ripple-bladed obsidian knife with a fang-caged ruby pommel, a birch-handled imflass morning star, a vultite mace
Containers [1]: a tiny colorful bag
Magic Items [9]: a blue crystal (4), a white crystal (4), a black crystal
Reagents [3]: an ayanad crystal (2), a t'ayanad crystal
Forageables [1]: a luminescent indigo mushroom
Food/Drink [1]: a pickled egg
Special [1]: a pair of dark invar calipers with bone handles
Misc [1]: a handful of gold dust
Total items: 21
Ithrenor sniffs at Ailre.
Ailre glances at Ithrenor and folds his arms over his chest.
The visage of a scorpion briefly obscures Arbeia's face before the illusion shatters into motes of smoldering saffron light.
Ithrenor says, "Well, perhaps you were."
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
Vellani asks, "Did you find anything to your liking?"
Efald just came from under a corbelled archway.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
>look efa
You see Efald Nasynr Illistim the Walker of Lore.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is very tall and has a muscled frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has almond-shaped grey-green eyes and tanned skin. He has long, straight flaxen hair loosely bound by a coil of pavonated leather. He has an angular face, a thin nose and sharply-curved pointed ears. Several sections of hair are twisted about at odd angles.
He has a grey-inked silhouette of Ta'Illistim covering his right forearm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a layered sapphire wool cloak caught at the sleeves by twin enamel peahens, a series of multi-pocketed leather belts over a slate grey chambray shirt, a quill-sheathed supple leather pack, a pair of ink-dark nubuck pants reinforced at the waist, and some knee-length grey leather boots tucked with a roll of parchment.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
>prof efa
Player "efa" not found. Need help?
Tabubu casually glances at Efald.
Arbeia glances at Efald and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Efald suddenly asks, "Oh, are you all here to help?"
Vellani nods in greeting at Efald.
Issalya glances at a citrine-eyed imposing horned owl.
A corona of niveous light surrounds a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck before fading away.
Yhtrinn nods in greeting at Efald.
Ailre chuckles.
Dipping into a lazy dive, the imposing horned owl glides to the ground and lands.
Nilandia casually glances at Efald.
>tilt my hand
You hold up your hand and tilt it side to side in a so-so gesture.
Arbeia asks, "Do you need assistance?"
Arbeia peers quizzically at Efald.
Efald politely says, "Good afternoon, everyone."
Efald performs a bow characteristic of the Illistim.
A citrine-eyed imposing horned owl rotates his head slowly, surveying the area with studied indifference.
Fleurs nods.
Issalya curtsies politely.
Fleurs nods in greeting.
Ithrenor nods politely at Efald.
Fleurs smiles.
Nilandia replies, "Good afternoon."
Tabubu inclines her head.
>nod greet efa
The imposing horned owl hops around the room.
You nod in greeting at Efald.
Nilandia glances at Efald and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Efald says, "I was just about to send these two back to the hall for sorting..."
Efald glances between Ithrenor and Ailre.
Sapphire blue light blooms from Bezzy's casting leathers's core as he crosses his forearm over his chest and executes a short bow.
Fleurs's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre mouths, "But we just stopped."
Arbeia asks, "They are being sorted or they are doing the sorting?"
Arbeia peers quizzically at Efald.
Efald starts chortling.
Arbeia glances between Ithrenor and Ailre.
Arbeia turns to face Efald.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor asks, "Would we be sorted in different categories or the same, do you suppose?"
Arbeia says, "Different, most certainly."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "Unless it was by last name."
Arbeia nods.
The milky blue jade teadragon sniffs around and then gazes up at the ceiling, glimmering plum eyes whirring excitedly.
Arbeia smiles.
Issalya shakes her head, totally at a loss.
Speaking to Arbeia, Efald explains, "We've begun to set up the renovations in their appropriate halls, alongside all of those crates and vessels we've discovered in the catacombs."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "No, your brother is in a category all his own, I think."
With a graceful discipline, Tabubu's shoulders straighten while her fingers interlock in the small of her back.
Arbeia says, "Ah."
Arbeia nods at Efald.
You've gained 1 mental training point.
(To use these new points, click on the "skill goals" link in the quick link bar.)
Arbeia smirks at Teveriel.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Rare and common?"
>list efa
You listen carefully to Efald.
Ailre flashes a quick grin at Ithrenor.
Arbeia smiles at Ailre.
Nilandia curiously asks, "What sorts of crates and vessels?"
Arbeia shakes her head.
Vellani raises an eyebrow.
A field of anti-magic energy becomes visible, surrounding Tabubu.
Speaking to Bezzy, Ithrenor asks, "Do you practice tinkering?"
>prof bez
Bezzy nods enthusiastically at Ithrenor!
Ithrenor nods approvingly at Bezzy.
Ithrenor squints at Ailre.
Arelder gazes with interest at his surroundings.
Ithrenor pushes on Ailre without much success.
Bezzy squeakily says, "Though I enjoy the library more, there's always time to tinker."
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon skitters up to Issalya and begins to hiss expectantly, bouncing in place on tiny little feet.
Speaking to Nilandia, Efald says, "Admittedly, we're not remotely sure if there's a rhyme or reason for these lost collections."
Ithrenor says, "From what I have seen of the crates thus far, it seems to be a bit...chaotic."
>'has their age been determined?
You ask, "Has their age been determined?"
Efald says, "At first, it was a few volumes of entomology that we've been sending to a little halfling researcher and her companions."
Issalya wrinkles her nose in distaste.
You feel thousands of tiny things swarming over your skin for a moment.
Teveriel nods.
Rivienne smiles.
Vellani raises an eyebrow.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Ailre adds, "Random knickknacks, some letters here and there."
The semitransparent image of an enormous scorpion flickers into life before skittering away in a burst of smoldering saffron motes.
>look iss
You see Loremaster Issalya Valdarien Illistim the Chosen of Gosaena.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is petite and has a slim body. She appears to radiate poise shaped by life experience. She has large, owlish gentian blue eyes and pale as parchment skin. She has long, lustrous silver hair that trails past her waist in a riot of gently coiled mercurial curls. She has a heart-shaped face and a pair of half-lensed spectacles perched upon her small nose. Her small, yet distinctively sloping nose is perfectly offset by the bowed curve of her upper lip, while her slender neck and delicate bone structure enhance her fragile appearance. She has a mirror-flecked platinum glaze brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a pair of white-feathered wings protruding from her back.
Calligraphy-inked pages of illuminated vellum float across Issalya's form, the glimmering words rising and falling across the gilt-foiled sheets.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an ephemeral circlet of flowing air weaves, an orb-inset fel talisman, a white-feathered cloak of gradient thistle-to-charcoal grey silk, a black leather casting glove scorched across the inner palm, some cowled sweeping grey velvet robes with star-shaped cutouts revealing an ebon silk underlayer, and some cuffed grey velvet ankle-boots.
The imposing horned owl blinks his citrine-hued eyes languidly before stretching his wings.
Arbeia asks, "Knickknacks?"
Arbeia raises an eyebrow in Ailre's direction.
Arbeia asks, "Anything of interest?"
A citrine-eyed imposing horned owl rotates his head slowly, surveying the area with studied indifference.
Ithrenor says, "There is much of interest."
Motes of heliotrope light flow in and resolve into Valandryn.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Arelder nods understandingly at Arbeia.
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Bezzy asks, "Whirlygigs?"
Arbeia asks, "Gizmos?"
Arbeia smiles at Bezzy.
Arbeia winks at Bezzy.
Ailre grins wryly at Bezzy.
Bezzy turns up his lips in a silly, self-conscious smile.
Speaking to Bezzy, Ailre says, "Plenty of whirlygigs, I believe."
Arbeia says, "And do not forget, doodads."
Arbeia nods at Bezzy.
Bezzy squeaks, "Oh that's quite a collection!"
Efald interrupts, "But since you're all here, I suppose I could escort you all to a crate and see if you find anything in particular."
Speaking to Bezzy, Ithrenor allows, "I did see some journals on tinkering and other magical engineering."
Arbeia just opened a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
Arbeia put an inky black morduska hide book in her cameline wrap.
Arbeia just closed a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
Teveriel looks thoughtfully at Efald.
Arbeia nods at Efald.
>nod appro efa
You nod approvingly at Efald.
The milky blue jade teadragon suddenly crouches low, emitting what sounds like a growl before spinning sharply... to attack her own tail. The creature turns over and over, finally triumphantly capturing her prey and huffing in satisfaction.
Issalya nods appreciatively at Efald.
Speaking to Efald, Nilandia says, "That would be appreciated."
Ithrenor nods at Efald.
Arelder nods slowly at Efald.
Speaking to Efald, Teveriel admits, "My interest is piqued."
Arbeia says, "I would enjoy that."
Ithrenor joins Efald's group.
Yhtrinn says, "That would be excellent."
Efald reminds, "But if anything of interest is discovered, I'd like our researchers and scholars to catalog it."
Arelder joins Efald's group.
Nilandia joins Efald's group.
Arbeia joins Efald's group.
Issalya joins Efald's group.
Valandryn joins Efald's group.
Tabubu joins Efald's group.
Arbeia nods at Efald.
Ailre joins Efald's group.
Yhtrinn joins Efald's group.
Teveriel joins Efald's group.
>join efa
Arbeia says, "Of course."
You join Efald.
You feel a subdued warmth through your arms and torso, accompanied by a preponderant sense of engagement.
The warmth works its way toward you, and your shield arm feels much more nimble.
Your spirit is bolstered by a great sense of faith and conviction.
You feel more secure basking in the glow of divine protection.
Rivienne joins Efald's group.
Bezzy joins Efald's group.
Yhtrinn nods in agreement.
Vellani joins Efald's group.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Fleurs joins Efald's group.
Arbeia folds her hands.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Efald nods firmly.
Efald's group just went under a corbelled archway.
[Library Aies, Octagonal Hall - 13233] (u13106002)
Directly opposite the archway, a large coraesine door punctuates the otherwise unrelieved monir panelling. Blue-grey marble covers the floor, emblazoned in the center with a detailed mosaic depicting the House Illistim coat of arms. A sapphire and silver banner hangs from the ceiling. You also see a lacquered mahogany table with some stuff on it and several mahogany chairs.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Efald
Obvious exits: none
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
J>look tabl
You see nothing unusual.
J>look bann
Fashioned of deep sapphire blue silk and embroidered with shimmering silver thread and mithril beadwork, the banner stirs ever so gently in the coolness of the room.
________________________________
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| * * |
| @ "Knowledge @ |
| * * |
| @ is the Key to @ |
| * * |
| @ Eternity." @ |
| * * |
| @ ) @ |
| * ( * |
| @ <@> ) @ |
| * ( <-> * |
| @ ) @ |
| * ( * |
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\_/_______________________________/
J>look
[Library Aies, Octagonal Hall - 13233] (u13106002)
Directly opposite the archway, a large coraesine door punctuates the otherwise unrelieved monir panelling. Blue-grey marble covers the floor, emblazoned in the center with a detailed mosaic depicting the House Illistim coat of arms. A sapphire and silver banner hangs from the ceiling. You also see a lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues, the Valandryn disk, the Yhtrinn disk, the Naethun disk, the Vellani disk, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a roguish forest spirit that is flying around, a citrine-eyed imposing horned owl, an ebullient luck spirit that is flying around, a lacquered mahogany table with some stuff on it and several mahogany chairs.
Also here: Valandryn, Scholar Ailre, Scholar Ithrenor, Arelder, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Issalya, Rivienne, Lord Teveriel, Bezzy, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, Arbeia, The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Efald
Obvious exits: none
J>look chair
You see nothing unusual.
J>look on table
On the mahogany table:
Special [9]: an ebon-inked page (2), an inked paper, a piece of ivory parchment, a crimson-marked page, an ebon-inked parchment, a sheet of ivory paper, an elegantly inked page, a sheaf of peacock green naevela
Total items: 9
J>read page
In the Common language, it reads:
...cannot get a good answer as to why the spiders are "tassaet" and not "taessaet," but I hypothesize it was a spelling mistake that went unnoticed. Nalfein, like Illistimi however, bristle when I bring it up. I shall leave that to the linguists, I suppose. While in Ta'Nalfein, I was surprised to see how many types of tassaet spiders there are. Most appear to enjoy their tiny lives amidst the taerethil undisturbed by the taessaet-weavers, but I have noted that specific types get greater scrutiny... it may be that it is the tassaet's coloration and the type of taerethil? The one time I was allowed to witness this, they focused on tassaets near a ruffled ebon rose only. However, this could just be coincidence.
J>read second page
There is nothing there to read.
The visage of a scorpion briefly obscures Arbeia's face before the illusion shatters into motes of smoldering saffron light.
J>read paper
In the Common language, it reads:
Today, there was a bit of a kerfuffle in the Taessaet Quarter. Apparently, their alchemists are running short of a specially treated glimaerstone they use in the nielira elixir for rosesilk. They're experimenting today with garden variety glimaerstones and different tree saps. My mentor is beside herself with the results -- they are not good.
The bright luminescence fades from around Arbeia.
Arbeia takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
The deep blue glow leaves Arbeia.
Arbeia appears to lose some internal strength.
The misty halo fades from Arbeia.
The light blue glow leaves Arbeia.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Arbeia.
Arbeia returns to normal color.
Arbeia seems a bit less imposing.
The air about Arbeia stops shimmering.
Arbeia seems to lose some dexterity.
Arbeia becomes solid again.
A series of dark lines suddenly appears on Arbeia's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
Arbeia becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Arbeia.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Arbeia suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Efald says, "As you can see from the main Hall of Knowledge, we'll attempting to renovate but not block the scholars and their continuing research."
J>read third page
There is nothing there to read.
Arbeia blinks.
Tabubu nods knowingly at Arelder.
J>look on table
On the mahogany table:
Special [9]: an ebon-inked page (2), an inked paper, a piece of ivory parchment, a crimson-marked page, an ebon-inked parchment, a sheet of ivory paper, an elegantly inked page, a sheaf of peacock green naevela
Total items: 9
Efald's group just went through a large coraesine door.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 13234] (u13106003)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a large coraesine door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Efald
Obvious exits: west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Teveriel nods thoughtfully.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Arelder gazes with interest at his surroundings.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the coraesine door:
--. .--
\/
) /\ (
{ (==) }
)(
||
"Wellness" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Ithrenor glances around the room.
Vellani nods faintly.
Arbeia gently rubs the ridge caracal on the head and neck. The caracal breathes out a quick sigh.
A shadow seems to detach itself from Fleurs's body, swiftly dissipating into the air.
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 13445] (u13106004)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
/\ /\
|| ||
||____||
||% %||
|| ## ||
||-##-||
"The Keep" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Ithrenor says, "I find this hall a bit unsettling."
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Efald continues, "We're hoping to renovate this hall as well, as it needs a bit of... more."
Nilandia says, "It has been appreciated. I still come here often when conducting research."
Efald nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Ithrenor nods at Efald.
Bezzy takes a few steps in a small circle.
The semitransparent image of a lithe kish'enda flickers into life before stalking away in a burst of niveous motes.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Aubriella just arrived.
Aubriella joins Efald's group.
Aubriella blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.
A citrine-eyed imposing horned owl puffs up his feathery breast and expands his wings in a grandiose gesture.
J>look aub
A soft, aurora-like glow emanates from her nautilus shell ocarina, surrounding Aubriella in a cascade of shifting colors -- sapphire, amethyst, and emerald -- flickering like the northern lights as if she is wrapped in the shimmering edges of the heavens themselves.
You see Aubriella Aronwood the Grandmaster Alchemist.
She appears to be a Dwarf.
She appears to be in the spring of life. She has long-lashed, sparkling, silver-flecked deep violet eyes and radiant, dewy ivory skin. She has very long, lustrous, silky black hair swept back from the temples. She has a flawless, delicately featured face, a straight nose and blush-tinged cheeks. She has snow-tipped sheer blush pink polish brushed onto her rounded manicured fingernails.
Each of her earlobes is pierced with a unicorn-cut stormcloud diamond.
She is in good shape.
A budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume is settled on her shoulder.
She is wearing a slim choker of alternating ombre sunset ametrines and deep violet duskjewels, an ethereal crocheted ombre rose-to-violet starsilk shawl, a thin-strapped pale violet lace corset dress with an asymmetrical ruffled skirt, a dainty knitted iridescent lavender sea silk bag, and a pair of marbled lavender watercolored silk high-heeled sandals.
J>prof aub
Vellani casually observes her surroundings.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Efald says, "With Sa-the Argent Mirror's invitation, we agreed that we should add a bit more artwork here."
Aubriella says, "Sorry I'm late."
Aubriella clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Efald nods in greeting at Aubriella.
Aubriella nods to Efald in greeting.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32696] (u13106006)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Speaking to Efald, Ithrenor says, "That might eliminate the unsettled feeling."
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "It does feel rather ominous."
J>;fore all on table;read item
--- Lich: foreach active.
[foreach]>look on table
I could not find what you were referring to.
[foreach: Container 'table' was not found.]
--- Lich: foreach has exited.
Ailre jokingly says, "Like the books are coming to loom over you."
Rivienne says, "I look forward to seeing your choices."
Efald surreptitiously glances at Ailre.
A faint silvery glow fades from around Fleurs.
Nilandia curiously asks, "What sort of art?"
Tabubu arches a skeptical eyebrow as she takes in her surroundings.
Speaking to Rivienne, Efald says, "We're hoping to include some local artwork as well."
Tabubu surreptitiously glances around the room.
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32698] (u13106008)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Arbeia nods at Efald.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Issalya gazes with interest at Efald.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
__,
(____
_____]
{____
___}
`
"Gathering" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Arbeia says, "You can never have too much art."
Arbeia nods.
Vellani raises an eyebrow in Efald's direction.
Speaking to Efald, Rivienne says, "There is a lot of talent in this town."
Bezzy squeaks, "Maybe some origami pieces?"
Ithrenor folds his hands behind his back.
Speaking idly to himself, Arelder says, "...like something out of a dream..."
Yhtrinn softly says, "Seems a bit easy to get lost, here, if you weren't familiar."
Efald says, "I heard the chalk artwork last year exquisite."
Efald nods in agreement at Rivienne.
Arbeia nods at Efald.
Speaking to Yhtrinn, Ithrenor says, "I do forget which doors I am meant to go through."
Speaking to Bezzy, Efald says, "We would certainly love to see all mediums."
Efald turns for a moment, then turns around again.
Efald says, "Oh."
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32700] (u13106010)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
. .
O O
. __ .
O / \ O
) (
(____)
"Sylvan Beast" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
You've gained 1 physical training point.
(To use these new points, click on the "skill goals" link in the quick link bar.)
Unconverting 1 Phy points to return 2 Mnt points. (See HELP TPS)
Training Points: 0 Phy 181 Mnt (436 Mnt converted to Phy)
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32702] (u13106012)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Bezzy nods cheerfully at Efald.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
__/\__
{_ _}
\ /
/\
/ \
_\__/_
"Might" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32704] (u13106014)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
___
\ /
[} & {]
/ \
/___\
"Introspection" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Ithrenor shifts his weight.
Efald thoughtfully says, "Which door is it again."
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32706] (u13106016)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
)
(
{@} )
( {-}
)
(
"The Seer" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Ithrenor shrugs.
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32708] (u13106018)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Yhtrinn frowns.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
(
. )
| (.
|
"The Mage" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Ithrenor says, "They all look the same."
Efald's group just went west.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 15671] (u13106021)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
O
(*)
o {
} o
(*)
O
"Spiritlight" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Arbeia amusedly says, "And just like that, they were all lost...forever."
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Arbeia nods.
Tabubu lightly drums her fingers on her leg.
J>'they are all marked
You say, "They are all marked."
Efald says, "No... it was closer to the Hall of Knowledge."
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32708] (u13106018)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Teveriel wryly says, "Ah, it does have an end."
J>look door
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32706] (u13106016)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
)
(
{@} )
( {-}
)
(
"The Seer" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32704] (u13106014)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
___
\ /
[} & {]
/ \
/___\
"Introspection" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32702] (u13106012)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
__/\__
{_ _}
\ /
/\
/ \
_\__/_
"Might" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32700] (u13106010)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
Nilandia chuckles to herself.
Health: 131/131 Mana: 32/32 Stamina: 97/97 Spirit: 8/8
Guile: 0/50,000 (Weekly) 200,000/200,000 (Total)
Suffused Guile: 0
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32698] (u13106008)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
J>look door
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
__,
(____
_____]
{____
___}
`
"Gathering" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Efald's group just went east.
[Library Aies, Hall of Being - 32696] (u13106006)
The Hall of Being stretches endlessly onward with no end in sight, impossibly long for a building of the library's size. The endless maoral panelled walls are unembellished save amber glaesine wall sconces, which are evenly spaced down the corridor, providing dim illumination. You also see a silver-traced door.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: east, west
J>look door
You see a glyph-like mark on the silver-traced door:
@
|
(|
o X
| |)
. | |
"Bloom" is written below the mark in small, light writing.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Efald nods to a silver-traced door.
J>peer door
You peer into a silver-traced door and see...
[Library Aies, Hall of Queens - 32696] (u13106006)
A riveted framework of canvas-draped walnut surrounds the periphery of the library, the multi-leveled platforms neatly bound in lengths of hempen rope. Various wood-planked crates and containers are stacked against the sides of the platforms, allowing free movement throughout the area. Deep black granite tiles are cornered with cabochons of pure blue lapis, and a detailed mosaic of a peacock with fully spread fan dominates the center of the floor. Dozens of gilt-framed portraits of past Illistim rulers decorate the dark panelled walls, a testament to the longevity of the House. You also see some assorted rickety wood crates.
Obvious exits: out
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Efald's group just entered a silver-traced door.
[Library Aies, Hall of Queens - 32697] (u13106007)
A riveted framework of canvas-draped walnut surrounds the periphery of the library, the multi-leveled platforms neatly bound in lengths of hempen rope. Various wood-planked crates and containers are stacked against the sides of the platforms, allowing free movement throughout the area. Deep black granite tiles are cornered with cabochons of pure blue lapis, and a detailed mosaic of a peacock with fully spread fan dominates the center of the floor. Dozens of gilt-framed portraits of past Illistim rulers decorate the dark panelled walls, a testament to the longevity of the House. You also see some assorted rickety wood crates.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Efald
Obvious exits: out
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>look in crate
There is nothing in the crates.
J>look crate
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Various tomes and papers stick out at odd angles from the crates, everything covered in a fine layer of dust.
J>inspect crate
You can't get close enough to inspect that.
Nilandia surveys the area.
Bezzy gazes with interest at some assorted rickety wood crates.
J>look under crate
There is nothing under the crates.
J>look behind crate
There is nothing behind the crates.
J>look in crate
There is nothing in the crates.
The purple corona surrounding Valandryn's ebon acorn amulet rotates around in a circle.
A crimson mist bleeds out from Arelder's exposed skin.
Arelder loses the flickering crystal blue energy surrounding him.
Arelder seems to lose some focus as his eyes narrow and shift momentarily to one side.
Arelder's aura of lambent white-gold light motes dissipates slowly, winking out of existence.
Arelder appears less confident and fearless.
Arelder's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Arelder begins to falter, then completely fades away.
Arelder appears to be less clearly focused.
Efald says, "As we are blessed to have former Argent Mirrors Ardtin and Myasara still with us, we're hoping to add a bit more um, personality to the current Hall of Queens."
Aubriella's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
A field of anti-magic energy becomes visible, surrounding Tabubu.
Vellani's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
Arbeia nods at Efald.
J>look
[Library Aies, Hall of Queens - 32697] (u13106007)
A riveted framework of canvas-draped walnut surrounds the periphery of the library, the multi-leveled platforms neatly bound in lengths of hempen rope. Various wood-planked crates and containers are stacked against the sides of the platforms, allowing free movement throughout the area. Deep black granite tiles are cornered with cabochons of pure blue lapis, and a detailed mosaic of a peacock with fully spread fan dominates the center of the floor. Dozens of gilt-framed portraits of past Illistim rulers decorate the dark panelled walls, a testament to the longevity of the House. You also see the Naethun disk, the Vellani disk, the Valandryn disk, the Yhtrinn disk and some assorted rickety wood crates.
Also here: Aubriella, Valandryn, Scholar Ailre, Scholar Ithrenor, Arelder, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Issalya, Rivienne, Lord Teveriel, Bezzy, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, Arbeia, The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs, Efald
Obvious exits: out
Fleurs's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
Ithrenor clears his throat.
Ithrenor nods slightly at Efald.
Ithrenor's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
Efald's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
Nilandia's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
Arbeia's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
J>verb info gaze
Verb information for verb "GAZE":
Self target:
STANDARD - Naethun wrinkles his nose.
LOENTHRAN - Naethun's gaze grows distant, his thoughts
clearly focused on other matters.
CYSAEGIR - The world seems to slow around you as fix your
gaze on nothing in particular. Brushing a hand
along your cheek, you adopt a subtle smile.
People targets:
CATHEDRAL WEDDING
FIRST PERSON - You gaze fondly at (target) and your heart swells
with love for him/her. She smiles back in return.
SECOND PERSON - Naethun gazes at you lovingly and you can't help
but smile back in return.
THIRD PERSON - Naethun gives (target) a loving gaze, and the
two smile at each other widely.
WAVEDANCER WEDDING - You gaze thoughtfully at (target), a small smile
crossing your lips.
CHAPEL WEDDING
FIRST PERSON - You gaze lovingly at (target), thankful he/she
chose to spend his/her life with you.
SECOND PERSON - Naethun gazes lovingly at you, a gratifying
smile crossing his lips.
ETERNAL WEDDING - You turn a lustful, heated gaze toward (target).
When he/she notices you, you wet your lower lip
with the tip of your tongue.
LOENTHRAN - Naethun pauses and regards (target) with
an incisive, analytical gaze.
CYSAEGIR
IN CYSAEGIR - Your (wing description) wings gently hug in towards your
AELOTOI body as your gaze fixes upon (target). Brushing a hand
across your cheek, you offer him/her a subtle smile
reminiscent of a meandering vine.
OTHER - The world seems to slow around you as your gaze fixes
upon (target). You brush your hand along your cheek
while you offer him/her a knowing smile reminiscent of
a meandering vine.
ELSEWHERE - Sounds dissipate and the world seems to slow around you
AELOTOI as your gaze fixes upon (target). Your (wing description)
wings gently hug in against your body while you offer
him/her a subtle smile, knowing in this moment, nothing
else seems to matter.
OTHER - The world seems to slow around you as your gaze fixes
upon (target). Brushing a hand across your cheek, you
offer him/her a subtle smile, knowing in this moment,
nothing else seems to matter.
STANDARD
SORCERER - You shift your eyes to (target).
SAME GENDER - You gaze in awe at (target).
OPP. GENDER - You gaze fondly at (target).
NORMAL - You gaze at (target).
SORCERER - You shift your eyes to (target).
Object targets:
Note: Messaging differs depending on if the item is in hand, in your inventory, or elsewhere.
STANDARD - You gaze with interest at (target).
NORMAL - You gaze at (target).
SORCERER - You shift your eyes to (target).
LOENTHRAN - Naethun pauses and studies (target) with thoughtful
consideration, moving to observe it from multiple angles.
CYSAEGIR
IN CYSAEGIR - You close your eyes as you reach out and trace your
TREE & OUTSIDE fingers along the grooves of (target)'s bark. Opening
them, you release a peaceful sigh and gaze at the
(target), imagining it returning a contented creak along
with a stately cadence of branch and bower swaying in time
to nature's ineffable rhythms.
OTHER, INSIDE - You gaze at (target) with a warm expression as you
recognize the charm it adds to your beloved home.
ELSEWHERE - You close your eyes as you reach out and trace your
TREE & OUTSIDE fingers along the grooves of (target)'s bark. Opening
them, you release a peaceful sigh as you gaze at the
(target) and imagine the scent of loam and timber filling
you with the nostalgia of home.
OTHER, INSIDE - You gaze at (target) with a wistful expression as you
imagine it adding to the charm of your beloved home.
Creature targets:
STANDARD
WEAK CREATURES - You gaze in amusement at (creature).
OTHER CREATURES - You gaze in amazement at (creature).
NORMAL - You gaze at (target).
SORCERER - You shift your eyes to (target).
LOENTHRAN - Naethun engages in a thorough, albeit cautious,
visual examination of the (creature) before
him, moving to observe it from multiple angles.
CYSAEGIR - You narrow your eyes and study (creature) before you,
admiring its form while pondering what its place would
be in the forests that surround your home.
No target:
STANDARD - You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.
NORMAL - You gaze at your surroundings.
SORCERER - You shift your eyes.
LOENTHRAN - Naethun pauses and studies his
surroundings with thoughtful consideration.
CYSAEGIR
AELOTOI, SITTING - Your (wing description) wings fold down gently against
your back as you cross one leg over the other and rest
your elbow on it, chin in hand. A casual half-smile
spreads across your lips as you gaze out at your
surroundings.
AELOTOI, OTHER - You relax your (wing description) wings against your back
and smile softly at the recollection of a fond memory,
your attention lost in an unfocused gaze at the world in
front of you.
OTHER, SITTING - You cross one leg over the other, resting your elbow on
your knee with your chin in hand. A casual half-smile
spreads across your lips as you gaze out at your
surroundings.
OTHER - A soft smile spreads across your lips at the recollection
of a fond memory, your attention lost in an unfocused gaze
at the world in front of you.
Other options:
MY FEET - You check your footing.
MY HAND - You examine your fingernails.
DOWN - You hang your head.
UP - You gaze up into the heavens.
SURVEY - You survey the area.
DIRECTION - You gaze (direction).
LINE - Shows place in room order. No third person messaging.
STYLES - See GAZE HELP.
NOTE: ONLY first person messaging is listed unless it differs substantially from other versions. Wedding messaging will only work with your spouse, all other targets default to standard messaging. Messaging without an option shown applies to all options. Special scripts and areas may override listed messaging.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Efald asks, "I take it you and your brother can oversee the crates?"
Tabubu's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
Ailre's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
Issalya's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
Valandryn's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
Yhtrinn's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
Teveriel's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
The subdued warmth embracing you fades along with the spiritual force surrounding your arms.
Bezzy's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
Rivienne's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.
Ithrenor nods at Efald.
Ailre smirks at Efald.
J>consid
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
Speaking slowly to Efald, Ailre says, "That's an awfully large responsibility."
Speaking in Tehir, Arbeia says something you don't understand.
Arbeia nods at Ailre.
Arbeia smiles at Ailre.
Issalya stares over the top of her half-lensed spectacles with a look of utter disbelief.
Ailre laughs!
Arbeia winks at Ailre.
Arbeia chuckles to herself.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "It's fortunate I am here to shoulder it for us both."
Speaking exasperatedly to Ithrenor, Efald says, "I have to meet up with Fryc and Shives, but I'll return shortly, just."
Ithrenor nods at Efald.
Efald slowly says, "Don't break anything or anyone."
Speaking in Tehir, Arbeia says something you don't understand.
Arbeia nods at Ailre.
Efald designates Ithrenor as the new leader of the group.
Yhtrinn smirks as a haughty expression flits across his face.
Nilandia echoes, "Anyone?"
Bezzy covers his mouth and chortles away behind his hand.
Fleurs's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Efald casually glances around the room.
Tabubu takes a few steps in a small circle.
Ithrenor asks, "As I understand it, these crates were retrieved from some hidden tunnels beneath the city, yes?"
Arelder rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Efald performs a bow characteristic of the Illistim.
Arbeia nods at Efald.
Efald nods once at Ithrenor.
J>nod once efa
You nod once at Efald.
Issalya gazes with interest at some assorted rickety wood crates.
Vellani tilts her head down.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Efald says, "One of dozens, actually."
Yhtrinn shifts his eyes to some assorted rickety wood crates.
A waterfall of niveous light briefly cascades from a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck.
Ithrenor nods at Efald.
Tabubu wrinkles her nose.
Efald abruptly says, "Good afternoon, everyone."
Efald just went out.
J>mychar is tempted to sit on the crates, but decides it would not be appropriate
Naethun is tempted to sit on the crates, but decides it would not be appropriate
Arbeia glances out.
Arbeia glances between Ailre and Ithrenor.
Ithrenor glances out.
Arbeia says, "Well then...."
Ailre leans against some assorted rickety wood crates.
Arbeia asks, "What will you have us do that will not get us killed?"
Arbeia smiles.
Speaking amusedly to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Well then, get to it."
Ithrenor squints at Ailre.
J>list ith
You listen carefully to Ithrenor.
Issalya nods encouragingly at Ithrenor.
Tabubu quietly says, "Or half of them killed."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
J>look
[Library Aies, Hall of Queens - 32697] (u13106007)
A riveted framework of canvas-draped walnut surrounds the periphery of the library, the multi-leveled platforms neatly bound in lengths of hempen rope. Various wood-planked crates and containers are stacked against the sides of the platforms, allowing free movement throughout the area. Deep black granite tiles are cornered with cabochons of pure blue lapis, and a detailed mosaic of a peacock with fully spread fan dominates the center of the floor. Dozens of gilt-framed portraits of past Illistim rulers decorate the dark panelled walls, a testament to the longevity of the House. You also see the Naethun disk, the Vellani disk, the Valandryn disk, the Yhtrinn disk and some assorted rickety wood crates.
Also here: Aubriella, Valandryn, Scholar Ailre, Scholar Ithrenor, Arelder, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Issalya, Rivienne, Lord Teveriel, Bezzy, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, Arbeia, The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs
Obvious exits: out
Nilandia takes a moment to observe some assorted rickety wood crates.
Ithrenor says, "Well, I think we would like to look through the contents... It is rather mixed at the moment."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "Very dusty."
J>look in crate
There is nothing in the crates.
Arbeia takes a moment to observe some assorted rickety wood crates.
Vellani takes a moment to observe some assorted rickety wood crates.
Ailre says, "We do have enough hands and eyes to empty it out."
Speaking to herself, Nilandia murmurs, "And me without my gloves."
Arbeia nods at Ailre.
Ailre says, "Metaphorically."
Arbeia smiles at Nilandia.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps shimmer slightly, fading after a few short pulses.
J>atten half
You attend to your black leather half-gloves, making the half-gloves as presentable as possible.
The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
J>get crate
Ithrenor reaches into the nearest crate and removes a book tucked down against one side.
You can't pick that up.
Ailre says, "I do hope we're not losing body parts to a crate of paper."
Arbeia says, "They will only protect half your hands."
Arbeia nods to you.
Aubriella agrees with Ailre.
Ithrenor gazes thoughtfully at his leather recipe book.
Arbeia agrees with Ailre.
Rivienne glances suspiciously at some assorted rickety wood crates.
Speaking to Ailre, Teveriel assures, "Papercuts are rarely so lethal."
J>say ::arb better than no protection
Speaking to Arbeia, you say, "Better than no protection."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre praises, "You've already found something of substance, I hope."
(Nilandia grasps the edge of her mantle and begins wrapping it around one hand in a makeshift glove.)
Ithrenor says, "...Well, this is rather interesting."
Arbeia agrees with you.
J>grin
You grin.
A muted crackle emanates from Issalya's herb basket.
J>look ith
You see Scholar Ithrenor Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, auburn blonde hair centrally braided to a high half-ponytail, with thinner ring-bound plaits branching off to swoop behind his ears, disappearing into the fall of wavy locks tumbling over his shoulders. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has two ebon-inked concentric circles connected by radial linework on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a cracked leather recipe book in his right hand.
He is wearing an azure-on-beige plaid ascot shot with thin olivine lines, a sage green tweed jacket divided by waxed suede lapels, a fitted cocoa leather vest secured by gold-framed pearl buttons over a fine linen shirt with turned cuffs, assorted copper rings, a hip-strapped cire leather bookbag, a pair of flat-front oyster maedatha pants, and a pair of suede ankle boots with pale tartan vamps.
J>peer ith
You peer quizzically at Ithrenor.
Arbeia turns to face Ithrenor.
Ithrenor says, "Though, it is in poor condition."
Ithrenor frowns.
Issalya subtly arches one eyebrow as she gazes intently at Ithrenor, a reflective expression briefly flitting across her features.
Vellani raises an eyebrow in Ithrenor's direction.
Ithrenor put a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Teveriel cocks his head at Ithrenor.
J>look book
Cracks run through the mahogany leather cover, the material quite dry and brittle. The splitting spine reads "RECIPE" in faded gold lettering. A small copper book plate is affixed to the center bottom edge on the front cover.
There appears to be something written on it.
J>read book
A small copper book plate is affixed to the bottom of the front cover, a layer of verdigris partially obscuring the engraving. The only legibile letters read: rd n G yv ll ti
Speaking to Nilandia, Yhtrinn says, "I don't trust a crate full of unknown books, either."
Ithrenor says, "I perhaps should not handle it long."
J>consider book
You glance at a cracked leather recipe book and rub your chin thoughtfully.
Arbeia asks, "How wrong could a reciipe book go?"
Arbeia peers quizzically at Ithrenor.
Teveriel gives a short little hum of surprise.
Bezzy gazes with interest at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani observes, "It is not entirely legibile."
Speaking to Yhtrinn, Nilandia says, "One never knows what one might pick up, or how one might damage it."
Arbeia asks, "Is it for pies or for summoning spirits?"
Issalya nods in agreement at Vellani.
Bezzy agrees with Arbeia.
Nilandia ponders.
Teveriel says, "That name engraved there looks like it could be Lady Ardtin's."
Tabubu opens the leather recipe book, flipping through it for a moment before gingerly closing the cover.
Issalya slowly asks, "Garden of Greyvael...?"
Ithrenor squints at a cracked leather recipe book.
Yhtrinn nods in agreement at Nilandia.
Speaking to Teveriel, Nilandia says, "I was thinking the same."
J>look in book
There is nothing in the book.
Tabubu quietly says, "Some pages are missing."
J>read book
A small copper book plate is affixed to the bottom of the front cover, a layer of verdigris partially obscuring the engraving. The only legibile letters read: rd n G yv ll ti
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "It does."
Tabubu taps a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Speaking to Tabubu, Ithrenor says, "Gently."
Ailre prods a cracked leather recipe book with the tip of his finger.
Rivienne says, "I have a hard time picturing her in a kitchen."
Ithrenor squints at Ailre.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "And you."
Arbeia says, "I hope it is not the kinds of recipes Tabubu likes."
Arbeia grins at Tabubu.
A corona of niveous light surrounds a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck before fading away.
Speaking to Rivienne, Teveriel confesses, "As do I."
Bezzy returns to normal color.
Ailre shrugs at Ithrenor.
J>'any guesses on the title?
You ask, "Any guesses on the title?"
Bezzy seems to lose some dexterity.
Speaking quietly to Arbeia, Tabubu asks, "Whats wrong with the recipes I like?"
Arbeia smirks at Tabubu.
Arbeia says, "I do not think they would approve of them here."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Speaking quietly to Ithrenor, Tabubu says, "And I have a touch like a butterfly wing, no worries."
Speaking to you, Ithrenor says, "I believe people think it says Ardtin Greyvael... I am unsure of the rest."
Arbeia glances down.
Arbeia smiles.
Bezzy nods at Issalya.
Teveriel concludes, "..Illistim."
Arelder removes a well-oiled dark walnut stylus from in his austere cloak.
Arelder removes a thorn-tooled emerald leather journal from in his austere cloak.
Issalya nods in agreement at Teveriel.
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "Ah, yes."
Arelder carefully opens his emerald leather journal.
Arelder flips back to the previous page of his journal.
Arelder flips back to the previous page of his journal.
Arelder flips back to the previous page of his journal.
Yhtrinn says, "A reasonable conclusion."
Arelder flips back to the previous page of his journal.
Ithrenor says, "It looks quite old. The leather is in very poor condition."
Arbeia nods.
Arelder flips back to the previous page of his journal.
Ailre slowly repeats, "A recipe book and Ardtin Greyvael?"
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
J>nod agree ith
You nod in agreement at Ithrenor.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Nilandia queries, "Was the place where this was found rather dry, or humid?"
Speaking in Elven, Vellani says, "I did not know her to be a cook."
J>look book
Cracks run through the mahogany leather cover, the material quite dry and brittle. The splitting spine reads "RECIPE" in faded gold lettering. A small copper book plate is affixed to the center bottom edge on the front cover.
There appears to be something written on it.
The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
J>'are we sure it is cooking recipes, and not alchemical?
You ask, "Are we sure it is cooking recipes, and not alchemical?"
Arbeia nods to you.
Arbeia says, "Yes, good question."
Ithrenor says, "We are not."
Ithrenor ponders.
Ailre chuckles.
J>nod under
You nod understandingly.
A field of anti-magic energy becomes visible, surrounding Tabubu.
The visage of a kish'enda briefly obscures Tabubu's face before the illusion shatters into motes of niveous light.
Ithrenor asks, "Well, let us see what we can find in the crates?"
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Well, what else is in this crate?"
Ailre stares at Ithrenor.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
J>gaze crate
You gaze at some assorted rickety wood crates.
Arbeia chuckles to herself.
Ithrenor says, "Search gently, please. We don't want to damage anything."
Rivienne asks, "Is it as the title suggests, just one recipe?"
Issalya glances between Ailre and Ithrenor.
J>search crate
You pluck a fragile letter about displacement runes from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Tabubu reaches out and touches some assorted rickety wood crates.
Arbeia plucks a worn compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arelder rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Rivienne, Ithrenor says, "I think the rest is simply worn off."
Yhtrinn plucks an ink-marked tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu plucks a scratched journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Rivienne agrees with Ithrenor.
Ailre plucks an ink-marked compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Valandryn plucks a discolored papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a creased crimson recipe card.
J>search crate
You pluck an aged page about various breeds of ducks from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Teveriel plucks a fragile letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia says, "Hrm."
JR>look on table
I could not find what you were referring to.
Vellani plucks a fragile parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Ithrenor glances at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "A recipe card."
Nilandia gets a blank look on her face.
Ailre murmurs, "Of course it's about baking."
JR>look in crate
There is nothing in the crates.
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor asks, "What's that?"
Valandryn plucks an ink-marked journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Issalya plucks a scratched journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>look arb
You see Arbeia Sudha the Merchant of the Bazaar.
She appears to be a Half-Elf of the Tehir tribes.
She is taller than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sultry dark eyes and sun-darkened bronze skin. She has long, thick obsidian black hair with henna-hued highlights framing her face. She has a thin nose and slightly pointed ears. She has muted jade celadon lacquer brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a diminutive black scorpion tattoo on the back of her neck, an elaborate floral and vine tattoo in reddish-brown ink on her hands, a tattooed swirl of Tehir symbols on her wrist, a primitive spiral tattoo on her ankle, and a series of hammered copper hoops adorned with primitive pottery beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a creased crimson recipe card in her right hand.
She is wearing an embroidered headscarf of soft open-weave cotton, a pair of floral-etched beryl earrings, a teardrop-shaped zhiqietz ampoule engulfed in darkened silver scrollwork, a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork, a sweeping floor-length vest cinched with a shimmering corded belt over a high-collared gradient sea green-to-indigo byssus kaftan flourishing split funnel sleeves, a cluster of wide hammered silver cuff bracelets set with colorful gemstones, and a pair of ahmdir blue swirl-painted linen sandals.
Yhtrinn says, "Interesting. A tome about botany."
Arbeia says, "Ah."
J>search crate
You pluck a torn compendium about wrong limb protocols from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Arbeia says, "Most interesting."
Issalya gazes with interest at Yhtrinn.
Arbeia says, "A recipe for rose petal jelly."
Tabubu quietly says, "Time fractures, that looked pointless."
Valandryn plucks a worn compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia says, "That sounds quite good."
Teveriel plucks a faded tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>search crate
...wait 1 seconds.
JR>search crate
You pluck a faded page about viscera manipulation from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Arbeia offers Ailre a creased crimson recipe card.
Yhtrinn begins chuckling at Tabubu!
JR>look on crate
On the rickety wood crates:
Special [1]: a cracked leather recipe book
Total items: 1
(Nilandia mutters something about the lack of proper protective equipment while handling old items.)
Vellani murmurs, "Creative floracraft."
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor asks, "Try gently putting it back in the book?"
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
J>search crate
You pluck a worn compendium about recursive incantations from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Ailre agrees, "Gently."
After flipping to the right place, Arbeia carefully adds a creased crimson recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Arbeia says, "Ah."
Arelder nods approvingly.
Arbeia nods at Ailre.
Arelder turns to the next page of his journal.
JR>stare crate
You stare at some assorted rickety wood crates.
Issalya plucks an ink-marked page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Vellani plucks a torn letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>look in crate
There is nothing in the crates.
Tabubu plucks a faded tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Valandryn sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a gold-framed sienna recipe card.
Vellani frowns.
Ailre plucks an ink-marked journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>sear crate
You sift carefully through the contents of one of the rickety wood crates, gingerly moving books and parchments aside. After a few moments, you uncover a curled red recipe card.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Teveriel plucks a discolored parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Bezzy plucks a scratched tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Issalya cocks her head at Valandryn.
Speaking to Valandryn, Ithrenor says, "Ah, you found one, too."
JR>raise card
...wait 4 seconds.
Ailre amusedly says, "Animal husbandry."
JR>read card
Tabubu quietly says, "Alpine survival sounds cold."
There is nothing there to read.
Teveriel sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a wrinkled coral recipe card.
J>look card
In neat writing, the red recipe card details out a recipe for lemon curd cookies.
Valandryn says, "It appears so."
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Ithrenor glances at Teveriel.
J>'lemon curd cookies
You say, "Lemon curd cookies."
Teveriel thoughtfully says, "Another."
Issalya flaps her white-feathered wings, causing a light breeze throughout the area.
Arbeia says, "Rose petal jelly.... I make preserves... what a coincidence."
J>wave card
You wave your red recipe card around.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Issalya glances between Valandryn and Teveriel.
Arbeia nods.
J>put card in book
Tabubu taps an atrous leather-bound compendium patterned with intricate copper scrollwork, which is in her right hand.
After flipping to the right place, you carefully add a curled red recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Valandryn says, "Black sesame and yuzu tarts."
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
J>search crate
You pluck a discolored parchment about candle quality control from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Ithrenor says, "With the condition of the spine, it seems that it would be likely the cards were falling out."
Arbeia says, "Oh that sounds quite good."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "Green tea caramels."
Ithrenor frowns at a cracked leather recipe book.
Tabubu quietly asks, "Do we keep what we find?"
Ithrenor nods at Teveriel.
Arbeia agrees with Ithrenor.
Issalya plucks a fragile page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Bezzy plucks a scratched letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia plucks a faded letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Yhtrinn leans on his staff.
J>search crate
You sift carefully through the contents of one of the rickety wood crates, gingerly moving books and parchments aside. After a few moments, you uncover a deckle-edge azure recipe card.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Speaking to Tabubu, Ithrenor says, "You do not keep it. This is the property of the library."
Vellani nervously asks, "Controlled apocalypse design?"
JR>read card
There is nothing there to read.
JR>look card
In neat writing, the azure recipe card details out a recipe for honeyed amaranth biscuits.
Arbeia plucks an aged book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu nods understandingly at Ithrenor.
J>'another, honeyed amaranth biscuits
You say, "Another, honeyed amaranth biscuits."
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Arbeia plucks a discolored journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Speaking jokingly to Vellani, Ailre says, "Every chef's ultimate recipe."
J>put card in book
Issalya seems to lose an aura of confidence.
After flipping to the right place, you carefully add a deckle-edge azure recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Fleurs's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Arbeia sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a worn white recipe card.
Arbeia says, "Ah."
Ithrenor glances at Vellani.
J>search crate
You pluck a discolored letter about elemental swordwork from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Tabubu quietly says, "Most likely for the better."
Arbeia says, "Another."
Ailre plucks a scratched tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Speaking to Ailre, Vellani says, "Dessert, I suppose."
Arbeia says, "Oh my."
Arelder nods approvingly.
Vellani frowns.
Tabubu gazes thoughtfully at her leather-bound compendium.
After flipping to the right place, Teveriel carefully adds a wrinkled coral recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Rivienne plucks a faded page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Vellani sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a wrinkled vellum recipe card.
J>search crate
You pluck a discolored letter about chronal displacement from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Arelder put a well-oiled dark walnut stylus in his emerald leather journal.
JR>look arb
You see Arbeia Sudha the Merchant of the Bazaar.
She appears to be a Half-Elf of the Tehir tribes.
She is taller than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sultry dark eyes and sun-darkened bronze skin. She has long, thick obsidian black hair with henna-hued highlights framing her face. She has a thin nose and slightly pointed ears. She has muted jade celadon lacquer brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a diminutive black scorpion tattoo on the back of her neck, an elaborate floral and vine tattoo in reddish-brown ink on her hands, a tattooed swirl of Tehir symbols on her wrist, a primitive spiral tattoo on her ankle, and a series of hammered copper hoops adorned with primitive pottery beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a worn white recipe card in her right hand.
She is wearing an embroidered headscarf of soft open-weave cotton, a pair of floral-etched beryl earrings, a teardrop-shaped zhiqietz ampoule engulfed in darkened silver scrollwork, a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork, a sweeping floor-length vest cinched with a shimmering corded belt over a high-collared gradient sea green-to-indigo byssus kaftan flourishing split funnel sleeves, a cluster of wide hammered silver cuff bracelets set with colorful gemstones, and a pair of ahmdir blue swirl-painted linen sandals.
Arbeia says, "Triple chocolate cookies."
Arelder gently closes his emerald leather journal.
Arbeia smiles.
Bezzy squeakily says, "Interpretative dance, okay..."
Arelder put a thorn-tooled emerald leather journal in his austere cloak.
Speaking to Vellani, Ailre says, "It must pair well with this abyssal frequency mapping."
Bezzy plucks a worn page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
After flipping to the right place, Arbeia carefully adds a worn white recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Issalya plucks a faded book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>search crate
You sift carefully through the contents of one of the rickety wood crates, gingerly moving books and parchments aside. After a few moments, you uncover an aged yellow recipe card.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
JR>read card
There is nothing there to read.
Tabubu surreptitiously glances at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "Triple chocolate is most certainly better than just one chocolate."
Arbeia nods.
JR>look card
In neat writing, the yellow recipe card details out a recipe for bergamot tea muffins.
A waterfall of niveous light briefly cascades from a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck.
Bezzy squeakily says, "Now that's interesting, construct of the self."
Tabubu plucks a worn parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Speaking skeptically to Ailre, Vellani asks, "These were found in the tunnels, you say?"
Aubriella gazes with awe at Arbeia.
Issalya plucks a fragile book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Speaking quietly to Ithrenor, Nilandia asks, "Are you sure it is wise to allow so many hands to hold such fragile objects?"
Aubriella nods in agreement at Arbeia.
Arbeia nods at Aubriella.
J>'bergamot tea muffins
You say, "Bergamot tea muffins."
Ithrenor nods at Vellani.
J>blanc
You feel the blood drain from your face.
Speaking pointedly to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "We're going to have to fetch some of the younger scholars to sort these into the other halls, you know."
Speaking to Arbeia, Aubriella says, "You can never have enough cookies."
J>put card in book
After flipping to the right place, you carefully add an aged yellow recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Aubriella's stomach growls.
Vellani nods faintly.
Arbeia agrees with Aubriella.
Speaking to Vellani, Ithrenor says, "I said it, but i understand the confusion."
Bezzy agrees with Aubriella.
Arbeia plucks a discolored letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Issalya plucks an ink-marked book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>search crate
You pluck a fragile letter about self-cleaning spells from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Ailre chuckles.
Vellani glances between Ithrenor and Ailre.
Arbeia dusts off her hands.
Arbeia plucks an aged letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>search crate
You pluck a scratched book about deep-sea fishing from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Tabubu plucks a discolored book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Bezzy untucks his enamel cookie pin.
Vellani amends, "Someone said."
Arbeia plucks a worn compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>search crate
You pluck a discolored parchment about applied wand safety from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Vellani reads, "Lemon blueberry biscuits."
Arbeia plucks a discolored tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Bezzy plucks an ink-marked parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
After flipping to the right place, Vellani carefully adds a wrinkled vellum recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Tabubu sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a deckle-edge cyan recipe card.
J>search crate
You pluck an ink-marked papyrus about animal physiology from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Fleurs hopefully says, "Perhaps we can learn how to make these new recipes."
Speaking to Nilandia, Ailre says, "They're in a fair enough condition to be handled, I think. The more fragile containers were sent elsewhere."
Teveriel plucks an aged journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia plucks a torn journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Fleurs sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering an ink-marked ochre recipe card.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps waver from sight, shimmering slightly as they become solid again.
Issalya plucks a worn papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu quietly says, "Oh here is a card."
Bezzy plucks a torn tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Aubriella plucks an aged page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>search crate
You sift carefully through the contents of one of the rickety wood crates, gingerly moving books and parchments aside. After a few moments, you uncover a lined white recipe card.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Vellani plucks a torn page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>look care
Teveriel amusedly reads, "Snack-based spells?"
I could not find what you were referring to.
Speaking to Tabubu, Ithrenor asks, "What is the recipe?"
JR>look card
In neat writing, the white recipe card details out a recipe for cinnamon apple cake.
Arbeia plucks a discolored compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu shows Ithrenor her cyan recipe card.
Issalya nods approvingly at Valandryn.
Fleurs says, "Strawberry rhubarb muffins."
Ithrenor asks, "Brown butter cheesecake?"
Nilandia nods slowly at Ailre.
Aubriella plucks a fragile page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia dusts off her hands.
Teveriel plucks a discolored parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia asks, "Did you say cheesecake?"
J>say ::card cinnamon apple cake
Speaking to your white recipe card, you say, "Cinnamon apple cake."
Tabubu quietly says, "Brown butter cheesecake."
Arbeia turns to face Ithrenor.
Issalya sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a scallop-edged papyrus recipe card.
Speaking to Teveriel, Bezzy squeaks, "Please share that one when you're done!"
Tabubu nods, ambient light briefly haloing her smooth, koa-toned skin from within the confines of the hood on her silk cowl.
Rivienne plucks a torn page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>say ::ith are you sure I cannot keep this one?
Arbeia searches around for a moment.
You ask, "Are you sure I cannot keep this one?"
Ailre chuckles.
Bezzy plucks a torn book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Teveriel appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Bezzy.
Arbeia plucks a worn journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu carefully places a deckle-edge cyan recipe card on the floor.
Issalya purses her mouth, pondering her papyrus recipe card. The expression on her face speaks volumes.
After flipping to the right place, Valandryn carefully adds a gold-framed sienna recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Teveriel plucks an ink-marked letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Ithrenor says, "I am quite certain they should all go in the book."
Speaking to Ailre, Nilandia says, "As you say. I am used to more controlled conditions so perhaps I am overly cautious."
Tabubu quietly asks, "Is that what you are looking for?"
Aubriella sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering an aged azure recipe card.
J>put card in book
After flipping to the right place, you carefully add a lined white recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Arbeia plucks a fragile compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu picks up a deckle-edge cyan recipe card.
After flipping to the right place, Issalya carefully adds a scallop-edged papyrus recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Aubriella says, "Jasmine tea caramels."
After flipping to the right place, Tabubu carefully adds a deckle-edge cyan recipe card to the leather recipe book.
J>search crate
You sift carefully through the contents of one of the rickety wood crates, gingerly moving books and parchments aside. After a few moments, you uncover a ripped pink recipe card.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Vellani slowly says, "Military tactics."
Aubriella gazes in amazement at the azure recipe card in her hand.
Valandryn plucks a torn tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>look card
In neat writing, the pink recipe card details out a recipe for brandied banana-almond pie.
Bezzy plucks a discolored letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Teveriel reads, "Applied Wand Safety. Sounds like one of the books my cousin likely ignored."
Vellani shakes her head.
Teveriel plucks a discolored tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
After flipping to the right place, Fleurs carefully adds an ink-marked ochre recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Valandryn plucks an aged parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
After flipping to the right place, Aubriella carefully adds an aged azure recipe card to the leather recipe book.
J>'brandied banana-almond pie
You say, "Brandied banana-almond pie."
Bezzy nods approvingly.
Tabubu quietly says, "All safe in."
J>shudd
You shudder.
Rivienne says, "Flesh binding and wrong limb protocols seem much more interesting than recipes."
Fleurs sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a lined beige recipe card.
Tabubu plucks a faded compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
J>put card in book
After flipping to the right place, you carefully add a ripped pink recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Teveriel plucks a fragile journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Valandryn plucks a scratched compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Fleurs says, "Chocolate-dipped pistachio biscuits."
Speaking to Teveriel, Vellani says, "Maybe you can make sense of these formations."
J>search crate
You pluck a worn book about spoon-carving basics from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Fleurs's stomach growls.
Bezzy plucks a faded journal from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Vellani plucks a torn papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Aubriella sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a smudged coral recipe card.
JR>search crate
You pluck a fragile book about the principles of logic from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Valandryn plucks a scratched tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Issalya plucks a scratched tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia plucks a scratched parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Aubriella says, "Lemon poppy seed shortbread."
Speaking to Vellani, Teveriel says, "I would be interested in reading that, yes."
After flipping to the right place, Fleurs carefully adds a lined beige recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Ailre sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering an aged sienna recipe card.
J>search crate
You pluck a worn book about sylvan archery from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
After flipping to the right place, Aubriella carefully adds a smudged coral recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Teveriel plucks a scratched tome from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Valandryn plucks a scratched book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia plucks a fragile compendium from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Tabubu quietly says, "Oh I read that book before, the clockwerk one."
Issalya says, "She seems to quite like sweets."
Ailre interestedly says, "Gingersnap crumb pear pie."
JR>search crate
Issalya purses her mouth, pondering a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates. The expression on her face speaks volumes.
You pluck a faded compendium about battlefield etiquette from one of the rickety wood crates. You briefly peruse the information before returning it.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Vellani mutters, "Cooking for kobolds. Comedy I am sure."
Teveriel plucks an aged page from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Valandryn plucks an ink-marked papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
After flipping to the right place, Ailre carefully adds an aged sienna recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Arbeia sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a deckle-edge grey recipe card.
Arbeia says, "Ah."
Ithrenor glances at Vellani.
Tabubu plucks a fragile book from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>search crate
...wait 1 seconds.
JR>search crate
You sift carefully through the contents of one of the rickety wood crates, gingerly moving books and parchments aside. After a few moments, you uncover a lined pink recipe card.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Fleurs plucks a scratched papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Speaking to Vellani, Ithrenor says, "Perhaps."
Arelder plucks a scratched letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia says, "Raspberry rolls."
Valandryn plucks a fragile papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
JR>look card
In neat writing, the pink recipe card details out a recipe for figgy cheese tarts.
Aubriella plucks a scratched parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
(Yhtrinn watches the others searching the crate with interest.)
Arbeia says, "A true delight."
Arbeia nods.
Teveriel uncertainly reads, "Breathwork.. therapy?"
Teveriel shakes his head.
After flipping to the right place, Arbeia carefully adds a deckle-edge grey recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Tabubu plucks an ink-marked parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Fleurs nods at Arbeia.
Teveriel plucks a discolored papyrus from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Fleurs says, "I do love raspberry."
J>'eww, figgy cheese tarts
You say, "Eww, figgy cheese tarts."
Fleurs plucks an aged parchment from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Arbeia agrees with Fleurs.
Valandryn plucks a worn letter from one of the rickety wood crates, briefly perusing it before returning it.
Aubriella sifts carefully through the rickety wood crates, uncovering a scallop-edged cyan recipe card.
Arbeia looks over at you and shakes her head.
J>put card in book
After flipping to the right place, you carefully add a lined pink recipe card to the leather recipe book.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Arbeia snickers.
Bezzy chortles at you!
Aubriella says, "Ginger pumpkin muffins."
A subdued viridian glow pulses at the heart of Valandryn's void black leathers.
J>search crate
You idly search through rickety wood crates, but you don't find anything of interest.
Aubriella says, "Interesting."
J>nod once crate
You nod once to the rickety wood crates.
Arbeia dusts off her hands.
Fleurs exclaims, "The crate is empty!"
After flipping to the right place, Aubriella carefully adds a scallop-edged cyan recipe card to the leather recipe book.
A cracked leather recipe book abruptly closes with a resounding *SNAP* that echoes through the library. A ripple of blue light pulses across its cover.
Teveriel nods in agreement.
Ithrenor glances at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
>blink
You blink.
Aubriella gazes with awe at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Nilandia raises an eyebrow.
Ailre takes a few steps back.
J>stare book
You stare at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
The angry throaty growl of a kish'enda suddenly erupts from near Tabubu.
Teveriel surreptitiously glances at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Vellani frowns.
J>stance def
You are now in a defensive stance.
Yhtrinn arches a skeptical eyebrow as he takes in his surroundings.
Vellani moves to stand behind Teveriel.
A faint silvery glow fades from around Bezzy.
Tabubu gazes with interest at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Arbeia blinks.
Teveriel murmurs, "That hardly seems normal."
Arbeia asks, "Do books always do this?"
Fleurs asks, "Is it... alive?"
Arbeia glances at Ailre.
Issalya gazes with interest at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Fleurs gulps.
Speaking amusedly to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Didn't expect that one."
Arelder rhetorically repeats, "'Duel arbitration'... can I keep this?"
J>look
[Library Aies, Hall of Queens - 32697] (u13106007)
A riveted framework of canvas-draped walnut surrounds the periphery of the library, the multi-leveled platforms neatly bound in lengths of hempen rope. Various wood-planked crates and containers are stacked against the sides of the platforms, allowing free movement throughout the area. Deep black granite tiles are cornered with cabochons of pure blue lapis, and a detailed mosaic of a peacock with fully spread fan dominates the center of the floor. Dozens of gilt-framed portraits of past Illistim rulers decorate the dark panelled walls, a testament to the longevity of the House. You also see the Naethun disk, the Vellani disk, the Valandryn disk, the Yhtrinn disk and some assorted rickety wood crates with a cracked leather recipe book on it.
Also here: Aubriella, Valandryn, Scholar Ailre, Scholar Ithrenor, Arelder, Lady Vellani, Loremaster Issalya, Rivienne, Lord Teveriel, Bezzy, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, Arbeia, The Infamous Tabubu, Fleurs
Obvious exits: out
J>look book
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I did not expect that, either."
Cracks run through the mahogany leather cover, the material quite dry and brittle. The splitting spine reads "RECIPE" in faded gold lettering. A small copper book plate is affixed to the center bottom edge on the front cover.
There appears to be something written on it.
J>read book
A small copper book plate is affixed to the bottom of the front cover, a layer of verdigris partially obscuring the engraving. The only legibile letters read: rd n G yv ll ti
Arbeia glances between Ailre and Ithrenor.
Tabubu stares intently at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates and creases her brow in deep thought.
Arbeia glances at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Ailre surreptitiously glances at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
J>sniff book
It smells like a cracked leather recipe book.
Nilandia takes a moment to observe a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Aubriella asks, "Do we need to do something to it?"
Arelder nods.
Aubriella gazes with interest at a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre whispers aloud, "Should we just stand still?"
Issalya giggles.
Rivienne chuckles.
Fleurs gazes in amusement at Ailre.
Teveriel dryly asks, "Is this where Lady Greyvael appears in toque and apron to reclaim her lost baking tome?"
Arelder rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Nilandia smiles faintly.
Arbeia says, "I think we should bake a cheesecake."
Arbeia nods.
J>say ::ith you seem to be in charge, I suggest you touch it first
You say, "You seem to be in charge, I suggest you touch it first."
Ailre begins chuckling at Teveriel!
Vellani gazes in amusement at Teveriel.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I do not think it is going to attack you. Probably."
Arbeia says, "And some cookies."
J>glance ith
You glance at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "Perhaps some muffins too."
Arbeia nods.
Fleurs nods at Arbeia.
Arbeia nods at Fleurs.
Speaking incredulously to Ithrenor, Ailre repeats, "Probably?"
Speaking to Teveriel, Vellani says, "Thus begins the controlled apocalypse."
The misty halo fades from Tabubu.
Arbeia says, "If neither of you will touch, I will volunteer myself to do so."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia says, "For i like sweets."
Arbeia smiles.
Tabubu quietly says, "Hopefully."
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "Well, it was just glowing. And it closed itself."
Tabubu nods encouragingly to a cracked leather recipe book.
Aubriella's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Bezzy glances between Arbeia and a cracked leather recipe book.
Ithrenor glances at Arbeia.
Speaking to Vellani, Teveriel agrees, "Truly, the end of this star."
Arbeia shrugs.
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor says, "If you are feeling brave."
Arbeia says, "It is a book full of recipes."
Arbeia says, "Perhaps it will teach me them all."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia says, "I will touch it."
Arbeia nods.
Vellani smiles faintly.
Arelder smiles at Arbeia.
Arbeia slowly empties her lungs.
Ithrenor says, "A book of recipes that just closed on its own and rippled with energy, yes."
Arbeia reaches out and touches a cracked leather recipe book on some assorted rickety wood crates.
As Arbeia opens the a cracked leather recipe book, the words lift from the delicate pages, forming sinuous tendrils that unfurl toward you. The writing envelops your form in a swirl of ink, drenching your vision in pitch blackness.
The ink fades away in streaks. You find yourself somewhere else, feeling slightly off.
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens]
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus.
Also here: Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Nilandia surveys the area.
J>blink
You blink.
Yhtrinn blinks.
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Issalya surprisedly exclaims, "Oh!"
Ailre casually glances around the area.
Arbeia says, "Well now."
Ithrenor glances around the area.
Teveriel surreptitiously glances around the area.
J>'well now
You say, "Well now."
Vellani raises an eyebrow.
Nilandia says, "....well then."
Ithrenor says, "W...well that was..."
J>chuckle arb
You chuckle at Arbeia.
Arelder gazes with interest at his surroundings.
Ithrenor stares at Ailre.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Some recipe book?"
Arbeia says, "Interesting."
Valandryn says, "Nice, a free ride."
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor asks, "What is wrong with you?"
Ithrenor laughs!
Yhtrinn slowly says, "That was...some recipe book."
J>look arb
You see Arbeia Sudha the Merchant of the Bazaar.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is taller than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sultry dark eyes and sun-darkened bronze skin. She has long, thick obsidian black hair with henna-hued highlights framing her face. She has a thin nose and slightly pointed ears. She has muted jade celadon lacquer brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a diminutive black scorpion tattoo on the back of her neck, an elaborate floral and vine tattoo in reddish-brown ink on her hands, a tattooed swirl of Tehir symbols on her wrist, a primitive spiral tattoo on her ankle, and a series of hammered copper hoops adorned with primitive pottery beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an embroidered headscarf of soft open-weave cotton, a pair of floral-etched beryl earrings, a teardrop-shaped zhiqietz ampoule engulfed in darkened silver scrollwork, a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork, a sweeping floor-length vest cinched with a shimmering corded belt over a high-collared gradient sea green-to-indigo byssus kaftan flourishing split funnel sleeves, a cluster of wide hammered silver cuff bracelets set with colorful gemstones, and a pair of ahmdir blue swirl-painted linen sandals.
Ailre stares at Ithrenor.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps waver from sight, shimmering slightly as they become solid again.
Vellani's face turns slightly pale.
Teveriel slowly says, "This looks familiar, and yet.."
J>'where did the book go?
You ask, "Where did the book go?"
Tabubu quietly asks, "Dais?"
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Clearly there is something wrong with you."
Arelder scratches his head.
Tabubu casually glances about, her moonlight silver eyes reflective pools that mirror everything around her.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "You look like..."
Tabubu quietly asks, "We are on the dais?"
Ithrenor laughs!
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u175703)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk, the Naethun disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Not as bad as you."
Ithrenor holds his sides as he doubles over laughing.
J>look on bench
There is nothing on the bench.
Nilandia says, "Sirs, I don't think fighting is going to help the situation."
Issalya glances at a burlap bag of seeds.
J>look in bin
I could not find what you were referring to.
J>look under bench
There is nothing under the bench.
Teveriel glances between Ithrenor and Ailre.
J>'this is not the Dais
You say, "This is not the Dais."
Tabubu gazes at her reflection in the handheld mirror.
Yhtrinn gazes at his reflection in the teacup-shaped mirror.
Nilandia surveys the area.
Tabubu quietly asks, "I'm a gnome!?"
Arbeia says, "There is much to forage here."
Vellani softly says, "This is wrong."
Yhtrinn says, "...this is unacceptable."
Bezzy squeakily exclaims, "Look at all these Burghals!"
J>point bench
You point at a feather-inked mistwood bench.
Yhtrinn scowls.
Arbeia says, "Oh no Tabubu."
Issalya nods in agreement at Vellani.
Bezzy beams happily!
J>'no bins underneath
You say, "No bins underneath."
Arbeia says, "What.."
Teveriel asks, "Does.. anyone know why the brothers Faleth are gnomes?"
Tabubu squints.
Arbeia just opened a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
Arbeia removes a tarnished silver mirror from in her cameline wrap.
Arbeia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Arbeia says, "Oh my."
Speaking to Bezzy, Ithrenor says, "Yous hould perhaps look in the mirror."
Tabubu squeals.
Teveriel confusedly asks, "Wait. Why are you all gnomes?"
Issalya removes a silver-framed small oval hand mirror from in her white-feathered cloak.
Arbeia chuckles.
J>look mirr
I could not find what you were referring to.
Ailre slowly says, "But you're not a-"
Issalya gazes at her reflection in the small oval hand mirror.
J>look mirr
I could not find what you were referring to.
A kaleidoscope of spectral butterflies flutters out from inside Vellani's capelet, dropping a round mosaic-inlaid mirror into her hand.
Vellani gazes at her reflection in the mosaic-inlaid mirror.
Ithrenor glances at Teveriel.
Arbeia chuckles.
J>look in mirr
I could not find what you were referring to.
Drawing her fingers up to cover her lower lip, Vellani gasps!
J>look occ
I could not find what you were referring to.
Arbeia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
Tabubu squeakily asks, "How did this even happen?"
Nilandia glances between Ithrenor and Ailre.
Bezzy squeakily says, "Oh, I've always been a Burghal. But I do feel different."
A waterfall of smoldering saffron light briefly cascades from a bronze and acacia fetish set with a swirled lightning glass shard dangling from Arbeia's wrist.
J>look mirr
I could not find what you were referring to.
Arelder reaches out and touches a slender white marble column.
Fleurs says, "The book... transported us."
J>peer mirr
Speaking to Teveriel, Ailre says, "Speak for yourself, sir."
[Usage: PEER (direction|player|creature|object)]
Speaking carefully to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "You appear to also be a gnome."
Vellani concernedly repeats, "This is wrong."
Fleurs gives a short little hum of surprise.
J>look ail
You see Scholar Ailre Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has side-shaven, feathered auburn blonde hair loosely bound by a quill-pierced leather bookmark, the wayward locks brushing against his temples. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has an unmarked map inked in gradient tones across his right forearm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a leather-strapped river naiquard half-cape, a book-affixed natural rattan back-basket, a lacquer-set pectoral of elongated grey pinions over a tall-collared gentian silk tunic draped from a single sleeve of rose gold mesh, a cross-buckled tanned leather belt weighted by a trio of waxed leather cylinders, some fitted charcoal maedatha trousers fastened in aged bone, and a pair of brocade-cuffed bistre suede knee-boots.
J>look riv
You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is petite and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and silken alabaster skin. She has long, free-flowing starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
A glossed crow feather quill is tucked behind her ear.
She is wearing a hooded night-hued velvet cloak, a dark silver raw silk dress with a scattering of sharp-rayed starbursts, and a pair of low-heeled silvered kidskin slippers.
Bezzy squeakily says, "Suddenly I have an appetite for wine."
Rivienne says, "This is horrible."
Arbeia says, "I am the most odd looking gnome ever."
J>look ocu
Through the oculus, the daytime sky is visible.
Arbeia nods.
J>prof full
Tabubu squeakily says, "Someone is going to be punished for this."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "Ridiculous."
Teveriel removes a teak-framed silver mirror from in his bistre suede pack.
Bezzy smacks his lips.
Arbeia says, "And Bezzy is now an elf."
Aubriella asks, "Maybe it doesn't want us to read it?"
Teveriel gazes at his reflection in the silver mirror.
Arbeia chuckles.
Issalya gazes at her reflection in the small oval hand mirror.
Speaking slowly to Teveriel, Nilandia says, "I'm afraid it's true."
Vellani stares at Bezzy.
J>blink
Arbeia put a tarnished silver mirror in her cameline wrap.
You blink.
Issalya put a silver-framed small oval hand mirror in her white-feathered cloak.
Arbeia just closed a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
(Teveriel's eyes widen to saucers.)
Ailre turns around.
Aubriella says, "Oh my."
J>look ail
You see Scholar Ailre Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has side-shaven, feathered auburn blonde hair loosely bound by a quill-pierced leather bookmark, the wayward locks brushing against his temples. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has an unmarked map inked in gradient tones across his right forearm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a leather-strapped river naiquard half-cape, a book-affixed natural rattan back-basket, a lacquer-set pectoral of elongated grey pinions over a tall-collared gentian silk tunic draped from a single sleeve of rose gold mesh, a cross-buckled tanned leather belt weighted by a trio of waxed leather cylinders, some fitted charcoal maedatha trousers fastened in aged bone, and a pair of brocade-cuffed bistre suede knee-boots.
Arbeia says, "Lord Anduin... you are..."
Arbeia says, "A gnome."
Bezzy squeakily says, "Oh no! I should have looked in the mirror. I knew my ears were burning."
Ailre slowly says, "This looks like the Hanging Gardens."
Fleurs asks, "How do we... fix this situation?"
Arbeia begins chuckling at Teveriel!
Speaking to Issalya, Valandryn says, "You'll always be an Elf to me."
J>say ::arb What did you do to me!
Speaking in Elven, Vellani frantically says, "We must go back."
Fleurs buries her face in her hands.
Speaking to Arbeia, you exclaim, "What did you do to me!"
Tabubu nods at Ailre.
Arbeia says, "I did nothing."
Arbeia says, "The book did it."
Arbeia nods.
Nilandia breathes in slightly.
Ithrenor lets out a few more chuckles, appearing as though he is about to lose his composure every time he glances at Ailre.
Nilandia slowly empties her lungs.
Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "I'll blame you anyway."
Fleurs chuckles.
Arbeia chuckles.
Yhtrinn gazes at his reflection in the teacup-shaped mirror.
Speaking amusedly to Valandryn, Issalya says, "The sentiment is mutual."
Fleurs exclaims, "Nobody look!"
Arbeia says, "This is quite amusing."
Arelder asks, "Is that why everything feels... taller?"
J>look seed
Several open bags of seed lean heavily along the iron-wrought framework of the garden. Inked across the burlap surfaces are a series of intertwined grey and white streamers.
Teveriel swears, "Patrons, what IS that culinary Enchiridion?"
Arbeia begins chuckling at Arelder!
J>look dome
The panels of the lacunar ceiling are octagonal. They fit neatly against one another, encased within the high, domed vault. The entire assemblage is white marble, save for the frame of its center oculus, which is silver.
J>look occ
I could not find what you were referring to.
A kaleidoscope of butterflies takes Vellani's mosaic-inlaid mirror from her, disappearing inside her capelet.
J>look ocu
Through the oculus, the daytime sky is visible.
Bezzy gazes with interest at a coffered dome.
Arelder gazes in amusement at Tabubu.
Arbeia says, "I have not laughed this hard...."
Arbeia says, "Ever."
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u175703)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk, the Naethun disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Arbeia chuckles.
Vellani's lower lip trembles slightly.
Tabubu stares in exasperated disbelief, placing her hands on her hips for added emphasis.
Yhtrinn nods in agreement at Teveriel.
J>look col
The fluted columns have been carved from pale white marble. Several boards of chalk-covered wood block most of the cardinal and intercardinal exits from the dais.
A waterfall of niveous light briefly cascades from a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck.
Rivienne frets.
J>look tab
You see The Infamous Tabubu the Officer of the Obsidian Tower.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.
She has a su'chao silk cowl weighted with briolettes of obsidian wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.
She has a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle, and a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a carved faenor briar choker backed in smooth copper, a small obsidian rose pin, a viridescent su'chao silk robe, an iridescent scale waist-cincher secured by interlocking copper rings, a silken underrobe artfully sewn to fall in sensuous ripples, some leathery handwraps with exposed fingertips, a wide ebony signet ring, a coiled dark copper vine anklet, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps.
Ithrenor says, "Okay..."
Teveriel lets out a long, contemplative breath.
Ithrenor laughs!
The ebon acorn amulet hanging from Valandryn's neck glows purple.
J>look tev
You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Nobleman of the Fortress.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to blend confidence with a seasoned perspective. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair with several strands pulled forward to rest against his chest. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a teak-framed silver mirror in his right hand.
He is wearing a draped sable chainsil half-cape, an ink blue tunic of long nacre velvet strips front-buttoned in silver niello, a wide silver signet ring, a slanting belt of dark cordovan pierced with mithglin grommets, an antiquated lasimor scabbard, a pair of black fitted wool trousers, and a pair of rich cordovan leather boots accented with mithglin.
Ithrenor clears his throat.
J>look arb
You see Arbeia Sudha the Merchant of the Bazaar.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is taller than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sultry dark eyes and sun-darkened bronze skin. She has long, thick obsidian black hair with henna-hued highlights framing her face. She has a thin nose and slightly pointed ears. She has muted jade celadon lacquer brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a diminutive black scorpion tattoo on the back of her neck, an elaborate floral and vine tattoo in reddish-brown ink on her hands, a tattooed swirl of Tehir symbols on her wrist, a primitive spiral tattoo on her ankle, and a series of hammered copper hoops adorned with primitive pottery beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an embroidered headscarf of soft open-weave cotton, a pair of floral-etched beryl earrings, a teardrop-shaped zhiqietz ampoule engulfed in darkened silver scrollwork, a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork, a sweeping floor-length vest cinched with a shimmering corded belt over a high-collared gradient sea green-to-indigo byssus kaftan flourishing split funnel sleeves, a cluster of wide hammered silver cuff bracelets set with colorful gemstones, and a pair of ahmdir blue swirl-painted linen sandals.
Nilandia surveys the area.
J>look flue
I could not find what you were referring to.
Teveriel put a teak-framed silver mirror in his sable chainsil half-cape.
Ithrenor says, "Okay. I am quite sure this is only temporary."
J>look nil
You see Nilandia Liserna the Historian.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is tall. She appears to be balanced between youthful energy and mature poise. She has bronze-limned willow green eyes and smooth, creamy white skin. She has rich, copper-infused henna red hair arranged in an intricately twisted roll at the back of her head and held in place by a spill of pure white faewood blossoms. She has a gentle and delicate face and slightly upswept ears that taper into fine points. She has slender hands with long, soft fingers and smoothly curving rose-red lips.
She has an inked spiral of bronze tendrils tightly coiled upon her temple.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a hawk feather pendant strung on a thin leather cord, a layered faenor-hued chainsil mantle falling from a shoulder-pinned chrysoprase faewood leaf, a deep emerald chainsil tunic side-laced with a lattice of hunter green linen cords, some thin suede handwraps, a textured pale leather belt, some fitted dark peridot chainsil pants side-laced with spiraling leather thongs, and a pair of emerald leather boots trimmed with lustrous mink.
Ithrenor glances around the area.
J>look iss
You see Loremaster Issalya Valdarien Illistim the Chosen of Gosaena.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is petite and has a slim body. She appears to radiate poise shaped by life experience. She has large, owlish gentian blue eyes and pale as parchment skin. She has long, lustrous silver hair that trails past her waist in a riot of gently coiled mercurial curls. She has a heart-shaped face and a pair of half-lensed spectacles perched upon her small nose. Her small, yet distinctively sloping nose is perfectly offset by the bowed curve of her upper lip, while her slender neck and delicate bone structure enhance her fragile appearance. She has a mirror-flecked platinum glaze brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a pair of white-feathered wings protruding from her back.
Calligraphy-inked pages of illuminated vellum float across Issalya's form, the glimmering words rising and falling across the gilt-foiled sheets.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an ephemeral circlet of flowing air weaves, an orb-inset fel talisman, a white-feathered cloak of gradient thistle-to-charcoal grey silk, a black leather casting glove scorched across the inner palm, some cowled sweeping grey velvet robes with star-shaped cutouts revealing an ebon silk underlayer, and some cuffed grey velvet ankle-boots.
J>look riv
You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is petite and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and silken alabaster skin. She has long, free-flowing starling black hair that falls to shadow her form. She has narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves.
She is in good shape.
A glossed crow feather quill is tucked behind her ear.
She is wearing a hooded night-hued velvet cloak, a dark silver raw silk dress with a scattering of sharp-rayed starbursts, and a pair of low-heeled silvered kidskin slippers.
J>look tev
You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Nobleman of the Fortress.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to blend confidence with a seasoned perspective. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair with several strands pulled forward to rest against his chest. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a draped sable chainsil half-cape, an ink blue tunic of long nacre velvet strips front-buttoned in silver niello, a wide silver signet ring, a slanting belt of dark cordovan pierced with mithglin grommets, an antiquated lasimor scabbard, a pair of black fitted wool trousers, and a pair of rich cordovan leather boots accented with mithglin.
Arbeia says, "I do hope so."
Tabubu growls to herself.
J>look vala
You see Valandryn Ralora Illistim the Patriarch of Koar.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is taller than average. He appears to be mature. He has reflective viridian eyes and vibrant, ivory skin. He has mid back-length, sleek caliginous black hair with white-blonde tips. He has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face, a slender, delicately flared nose and classically elegant, chiseled high cheekbones.
His shadow looms high above his form, the silhouette flickering in and out of vision.
He is in good shape.
Heliotrope-sheened dupioni silk billows about him, obscuring all else.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
J>look are
Vellani gazes hopefully at Ithrenor.
You see Arelder Ronne the Armiger of the North.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is taller than average and has a robust and strapping physique. He appears to be an adult. He has crystal blue eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, straight golden blonde hair. He has a square-jawed face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an austere cloak of bresuna dyed a deep midnight blue, a gold-trimmed midnight blue surcoat embroidered with a stylized edelweiss, a polished vultite chain hauberk, a thick gold ring, a leather belt, an engraved silver drinking horn, a dashing ale brown scabbard, a neutral-toned pouch of diamond-scaled rattlesnake skin, some golden linen breeches, some brown boots, and a gilded rolaren round shield emblazoned with an edelweiss.
J>look vell
You see Lady Vellani Quinra'lireh Loenthra the Virtuoso of Ta'Vaalor.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is perfectly postured. She appears to radiate poise shaped by life experience. She has silver-rimed aubergine eyes and rosy porcelain white skin. She has thick, auric blonde hair that falls in a heavy curtain of locks to her waist. She has an oval face, an upturned nose and long pointed ears. She has a long, graceful neck and pronounced jawline lending to her statuesque appearance. Her neatly manicured nails are brushed with high-glossed clear lacquer and dotted in inked pale green hummingbirds, the flock wending graceful spirals up the hands and forearms as if riding an unseen breeze.
Calligraphy-inked pages of illuminated vellum float across Vellani's form, the glimmering words rising and falling across the gilt-foiled sheets.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a cloakwing butterfly capelet of emerald green devore, a tapestry-woven cuff crafted from a metallic-threaded bookmark, a pearl white crepe blouse open-necked to effuse an ascot of sheer calligraphed silk, a signet of plaited vaalin instrument strings, a celadon velvet skirt woven in foliage-draped arboreal silhouettes, and some pale lace-appliqued chiffon sandals studded with moss agate ivy leaves.
Arelder idly says, "This armor is feeling very heavy all of a sudden..."
Arbeia glances at Tabubu.
Bezzy squeakily whispers aloud, "So this is what it's like to be tall.."
J>look bezz
Bezzy's movements blur as the very air surrounding him warps in as time appears to stutter and hasten before him.
A vortex of air spins and whirls around Bezzy.
You see Bezzy the Spellweaver of Solhaven.
He appears to be an Illistim Elf.
He is short. He appears to radiate confidence with a hint of youthful spark. He has sparkling sapphire blue eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy deep red hair swept back from the temples. He has a broad face, a pair of clockwerke-set spectacles perched upon his pointed nose and protruding ears. He has a platinum clockwork owl perched on his shoulder.
He gives off a serene demeanor.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a fuzzy high-crowned hat, a loosely woven garland of bright tangerine poppies and brilliant golden sunflowers, a gear-inset veniom ferrigem, a cloudy grey cire raincoat speckled with opalescent scales, a tiny enamel cookie pin sprinkled with colorful crystal sugars, a silk-lined midnight blue vest, a striped grey-on-black cotton shirt, a pair of felt gloves trimmed in yellow-gold electrum, a mechanical limb, some ensigiled casting leathers, a mithril-framed eisenruck with honey-colored panels, a gear-studded scarlet toolbelt, a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces, some charcoal tweed trousers interwoven in whiskey-toned threads, and some stylish shimmering aqilorn slippers.
Arbeia begins chuckling at Tabubu!
Speaking sternly to Ithrenor, Aubriella says, "I do hope so."
Nilandia observes, "Am I imagining things, or does this place look different?"
J>look yht
Ithrenor says, "Though, it does look a little... odd."
You see Lord Yhtrinn Saelvith Faendryl the Sorcerer.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is very tall. He has empty black chasms for eyes and vibrant, black skin. He has long, straight steel grey hair tucked neatly behind his ears. He has a featureless grey ash wood mask over his face and long pointed ears.
He has a diamond-inset onyx half-ring in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a pitch black staff carved to resemble skeletal hands grasping a skull in his right hand.
He is wearing a bone-inlaid silver torc, an onyx pentagram amulet, a deeply hooded pitch black over robe stitched with silver runes, a pair of wide-set buckskin pauldrons scorched with dark glyphs, a scarlet owl-shaped pin, a wight skin armband, a frayed leather harness, a full-sleeved long grey silk shirt, a dark leather buffcoat, a punched suede sack drawn by feathered ties, a coarse burlap sack, some conditioned black leather trousers, and a pair of pitch black vruul skin boots studded with skull-shaped doomstones.
J>look aub
A soft, aurora-like glow emanates from her nautilus shell ocarina, surrounding Aubriella in a cascade of shifting colors -- sapphire, amethyst, and emerald -- flickering like the northern lights as if she is wrapped in the shimmering edges of the heavens themselves.
You see Aubriella Aronwood the Grandmaster Alchemist.
She appears to be an Illistim Elf.
She appears to be in the spring of life. She has long-lashed, sparkling, silver-flecked deep violet eyes and radiant, dewy ivory skin. She has very long, lustrous, silky black hair swept back from the temples. She has a flawless, delicately featured face, a straight nose and blush-tinged cheeks. She has snow-tipped sheer blush pink polish brushed onto her rounded manicured fingernails.
Each of her earlobes is pierced with a unicorn-cut stormcloud diamond.
She is in good shape.
A budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume is settled on her shoulder.
She is wearing a slim choker of alternating ombre sunset ametrines and deep violet duskjewels, an ethereal crocheted ombre rose-to-violet starsilk shawl, a thin-strapped pale violet lace corset dress with an asymmetrical ruffled skirt, a dainty knitted iridescent lavender sea silk bag, and a pair of marbled lavender watercolored silk high-heeled sandals.
Aubriella folds her arms, grasping her shoulders.
Nilandia observes her surroundings with an almost excruciating slowness.
J>look vala
You see Valandryn Ralora Illistim the Patriarch of Koar.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is taller than average. He appears to be mature. He has reflective viridian eyes and vibrant, ivory skin. He has mid back-length, sleek caliginous black hair with white-blonde tips. He has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face, a slender, delicately flared nose and classically elegant, chiseled high cheekbones.
His shadow looms high above his form, the silhouette flickering in and out of vision.
He is in good shape.
Heliotrope-sheened dupioni silk billows about him, obscuring all else.
Teveriel says, "I think we have.. other problems, however."
Issalya nods in agreement at Nilandia.
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Tabubu says, "This is YOUR fault, you just had to touch it."
Teveriel nods slightly at Ithrenor.
Arbeia shrugs.
Ithrenor nods at Teveriel.
Rivienne stares at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "Someone had to."
Speaking to Issalya, Nilandia says, "Like it's just being build."
Arbeia nods.
Speaking teasingly to Tabubu, Arelder says, "This is a good look for you."
Arelder nods firmly at Tabubu.
Ithrenor gazes thoughtfully at a burlap bag of seeds.
Arbeia smirks at Arelder.
Tabubu squeakily says, "If I had touched it we would all be Dhe'nar."
Arelder chuckles.
Speaking grimly to Nilandia, Teveriel says, "Exactly."
J>look arb
You see Arbeia Sudha the Merchant of the Bazaar.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is taller than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sultry dark eyes and sun-darkened bronze skin. She has long, thick obsidian black hair with henna-hued highlights framing her face. She has a thin nose and slightly pointed ears. She has muted jade celadon lacquer brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a diminutive black scorpion tattoo on the back of her neck, an elaborate floral and vine tattoo in reddish-brown ink on her hands, a tattooed swirl of Tehir symbols on her wrist, a primitive spiral tattoo on her ankle, and a series of hammered copper hoops adorned with primitive pottery beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an embroidered headscarf of soft open-weave cotton, a pair of floral-etched beryl earrings, a teardrop-shaped zhiqietz ampoule engulfed in darkened silver scrollwork, a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork, a sweeping floor-length vest cinched with a shimmering corded belt over a high-collared gradient sea green-to-indigo byssus kaftan flourishing split funnel sleeves, a cluster of wide hammered silver cuff bracelets set with colorful gemstones, and a pair of ahmdir blue swirl-painted linen sandals.
Arbeia begins chuckling at Tabubu!
Ithrenor says, "This usually has more flowers, if I recall."
J>prof arb
Yhtrinn says, "If this does not reverse itself, we will have to explore our surroundings. I do not believe this is the same city as all know."
Rivienne says, "No one look at me."
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u175703)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk, the Naethun disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Vellani covers her eyes with her hands.
J>point seed
Arbeia says, "I should point out."
You point at a burlap bag of seeds.
Arbeia says, "There was a book in the pile...."
Arbeia says, "About time loops."
Arbeia nods.
Arelder jovially says, "At least now I will not be banging my head on so many door frames in Icemule..."
Speaking in Gnomish, Bezzy squeakily exclaims something you don't understand.
J>'maybe the flowers have not been planted
You say, "Maybe the flowers have not been planted."
Tabubu takes off an ear-shaped button.
Tabubu raises her ear-shaped button skyward!
Tabubu's eyes gleam with a newfound understanding.
J>get seed
You cross the dais, stopping to adjust the falling bag of seeds leaning against the iron wrought railing. As you stand back up, you notice a few miniscule seeds tumbling down into the soil-filled garden.
Deep in thought, Teveriel glances up and rests his gaze on Ithrenor for a long moment before returning to his private mulling.
Tabubu puts on an ear-shaped button.
Arelder asks, "Where is the recipe book now?"
Teveriel says, "Ithrenor."
Speaking to Issalya, Nilandia says, "Do you think this might just be an illusion? I don't understand Gnomish, despite appearances."
A muted crackle emanates from Issalya's herb basket.
J>search seed
Try looking in, on, behind or under it. Or examining it.
Arbeia says, "I do not know."
Arbeia says, "I do not have it."
J>get seed
You cross the dais, stopping to adjust the falling bag of seeds leaning against the iron wrought railing. As you stand back up, you notice a few miniscule seeds tumbling down into the soil-filled garden.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel asks, "Is this some effect of that 'echo magic' of yours?"
A field of anti-magic energy becomes visible, surrounding Tabubu.
J>push seed
That would accomplish nothing.
J>pull seed
I'm afraid that you can't pull that.
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u175703)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk, the Naethun disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "I am wondering that myself."
Arelder asks, "Can we return to it... perhaps try to reverse... all of this?"
J>look on col
There is nothing on the column.
J>peer o
You peer out and see ...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 188] (u175703)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Arbeia asks, "You do not wish to be a gnome?"
Arbeia glances at Arelder.
Arelder glances at Tabubu.
Nilandia removes a slender faewood mirror engraved with a cluster of iceblossoms from in her faenor-hued mantle.
Aubriella nods at Arelder.
Issalya casually glances around the area.
Ithrenor says, "Well, first, I suggest we look around here..."
Nilandia gazes at her reflection in the faewood mirror.
Ailre says, "I'm not even sure where to begin."
Nilandia put a slender faewood mirror engraved with a cluster of iceblossoms in her faenor-hued mantle.
Fleurs casually observes her surroundings.
J>point out
You point out.
Arbeia searches around for a moment.
Teveriel nods slowly.
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Tabubu asks, "Do I look like I am happy to be a gnome?"
J>'maybe we should go that way?
You ask, "Maybe we should go that way?"
Fleurs searches around for a moment.
Yhtrinn searches around for a moment.
Rivienne hisses, "You did this?"
Ailre walks over to one of the columns, unaware of the uneven ground set across the dais. Before he can fall, he reaches forward, inadvertantly smudging the chalk covering one of the wooden boards.
Speaking teasingly to Tabubu, Arelder adds, "...but not reverse for everyone!"
Rivienne stares at Ithrenor.
Speaking in Elven to Ithrenor, Vellani asks, "In this... state?"
Fleurs says, "Uh oh."
(OOC) Nilandia's player whispers to the group, "Aw, my mirror doesn't show me as a gnome."
A pained expression crosses Vellani's face.
Teveriel gazes at his reflection in the silver mirror.
J>get bench
I could not find what you were referring to.
Speaking to Ailre, Fleurs exclaims, "Don't damage our clues!"
Fleurs winces.
J>pull bench
I'm afraid that you can't pull that.
The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
Arbeia chuckles.
J>push coll
What were you referring to?
J>lean coll
Arbeia shakes her head.
What were you referring to?
Arelder leans against a slender white marble column.
J>lean col
You lean against a slender white marble column.
Arelder removes a wintercrisp apple from in his austere cloak.
Speaking to Fleurs, Ailre exclaims, "The ground here is so uneven!"
Arelder takes a bite of his wintercrisp apple.
J>peer ocu
You peer closely at a silver oculus, but see nothing of interest. Maybe if you examined it closely, you would see more.
Fleurs nods sympathetically at Ailre.
(OOC) Yhtrinn's player whispers to the group, "You look like a gnome to me!"
Ithrenor stares at Rivienne.
J>look dome
The panels of the lacunar ceiling are octagonal. They fit neatly against one another, encased within the high, domed vault. The entire assemblage is white marble, save for the frame of its center oculus, which is silver.
Speaking to Rivienne, Ithrenor says, "I did not do this."
Fleurs appears less confident.
The brilliant aura fades away from Fleurs.
Arbeia says, "There are worse things to be than a gnome."
Vellani tilts her head down.
Arbeia nods.
Arelder nods in agreement at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "You could be...a morduska."
Arelder takes a bite of his wintercrisp apple.
Tabubu squeakily asks, "Why send us here?"
Arbeia says, "Or a qahzumar."
Speaking to Bezzy, Ailre asks, "How does it feel to be so tall?"
Arbeia says, "That would be far worse."
Arbeia nods.
Aubriella says, "There was something on the boards."
J>nod agree tab
You nod in agreement at Tabubu.
Aubriella says, "But it got smudged."
Aubriella furrows her brow.
Bezzy squeakily exclaims, "I can see the top of everybody's heads!"
J>peer out
You peer out and see ...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 188] (u175703)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Tabubu squeakily says, "Lets figure this out so we can get back to being who I am meant to be."
Ithrenor frowns at Bezzy.
Yhtrinn says, "Maybe we can still make out what it was."
Fleurs agrees with Tabubu.
Bezzy chortles gleefully.
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
J>agree
You adopt an agreeable expression.
Vellani whimpers.
Vellani runs a hand through her thick auric blonde hair, trying to make herself presentable.
Tabubu squeakily says, "Why here."
Tabubu gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her moonlight silver eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.
Ithrenor asks, "Does everything here seem... tangible?"
Ithrenor glances around the area.
Arbeia reaches out and touches a slender white marble column.
J>get ocu
You can't reach that up there.
Arbeia reaches out and touches a chalk-covered plank of wood.
J>pull ocu
You can't reach that up there.
Vellani crosses the dais, stopping suddenly to adjust the falling bag of seeds leaning against the iron wrought railing.
Arbeia points at a chalk-covered plank of wood.
J>look plan
I could not find what you were referring to.
Arelder leans against a slender white marble column.
J>look col
The fluted columns have been carved from pale white marble. Several boards of chalk-covered wood block most of the cardinal and intercardinal exits from the dais.
Bezzy takes a few steps toward a slender white marble column.
J>look wood
Various building directions and blueprints are neatly scrawled across the smooth surface of the wood, demarcating the exits of the dais.
Bezzy kneels down.
Rivienne taps a feather-inked mistwood bench.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Arelder says, "Solid enough..."
J>push wood
Vellani shrugs slightly.
That would accomplish nothing.
Ithrenor nods.
Tabubu walks over to the bench and settles down.
J>pull wood
I'm afraid that you can't pull that.
Fleurs taps a chalk-covered plank of wood.
Speaking to a silver oculus, Ailre says, "It does seem to be in proper order, albeit fairly untouched."
Tabubu growls ferociously!
J>get wood
I could not find what you were referring to.
Teveriel prods a slender white marble column with the tip of his finger.
Fleurs says, "There are some directions here."
As she rises to her feet, Tabubu gives her jacquard robe a shake so that it drapes properly.
J>read wood
There is nothing there to read.
J>look on wood
Speaking to Fleurs, Ithrenor asks, "Where?"
There is nothing on the wood.
Arbeia walks over to one of the columns, unaware of the uneven ground set across the dais. Before she can fall, she reaches forward, inadvertantly smudging the chalk covering one of the wooden boards.
J>peer wood
You peer closely at a chalk-covered plank of wood, but see nothing of interest. Maybe if you examined it closely, you would see more.
Ithrenor glances at Arbeia.
J>look wood
Various building directions and blueprints are neatly scrawled across the smooth surface of the wood, demarcating the exits of the dais.
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor exclaims, "Careful!"
Speaking to Ithrenor, Fleurs says, "On the wood, in chalk."
Tabubu tilts her head back.
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor.
Issalya glances over at Arbeia and winces.
Ithrenor frowns.
Arbeia dusts off her hands.
Ailre argues, "It was written very lightly in chalk."
Arbeia says, "I hope we did not need that."
Arbeia nods.
J>look col
The fluted columns have been carved from pale white marble. Several boards of chalk-covered wood block most of the cardinal and intercardinal exits from the dais.
J>look dome
The panels of the lacunar ceiling are octagonal. They fit neatly against one another, encased within the high, domed vault. The entire assemblage is white marble, save for the frame of its center oculus, which is silver.
Tabubu squeakily says, "Was."
Ailre says, "Perhaps they should have used ink."
Arelder chuckles.
J>get dome
You can't reach that up there.
Fleurs says, "It's still vaguely legible."
Fleurs chuckles.
Tabubu glowers darkly at Arbeia.
Ithrenor wanders over to the board, grabs a piece of chalk, and attempts to redraw the part Arbeia smudged.
Bezzy stands up.
J>look wood
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor asks, "That looks... right, right?"
Various building directions and blueprints are neatly scrawled across the smooth surface of the wood, demarcating the exits of the dais.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre agrees, "No one will noticed."
Vellani glances at a chalk-covered plank of wood.
J>write wood
You make a writing motion at the plank of wood.
Ithrenor nods slightly.
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Tabubu says, "Stop moving."
J>peer o
You peer out and see ...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 188] (u175703)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Teveriel gazes thoughtfully at a chalk-covered plank of wood.
J>glance out
You glance out.
(Arbeia stands perfectly still.)
Arelder chuckles.
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Tabubu exclaims, "Stand over there in next to the bench and touch nothing!"
J>look wood
Various building directions and blueprints are neatly scrawled across the smooth surface of the wood, demarcating the exits of the dais.
Tabubu swiftly runs the tip of her forefinger across a feather-inked mistwood bench.
J>look bench
You see nothing unusual.
(Arbeia does not move.)
Speaking pointedly to Tabubu, Ailre says, "It's a bit difficult to maneuver when you're lacking the height."
J>look on bench
There is nothing on the bench.
Ithrenor says, "I would... I mean, I am not sure. Things are tangible, which I would not expect in an...echo."
Speaking to Arbeia, Rivienne exclaims, "And do not touch anything!"
Speaking in Elven, Vellani whispers aloud, "What do we do."
J>look behind bench
There is nothing behind the bench.
J>look under wood
There is nothing under the wood.
(Arbeia continues to not move.)
J>look behind wood
There is nothing behind the wood.
Teveriel nods slowly at Ithrenor.
Bezzy squeakily says, "I could help, if you need the reach."
Speaking to Vellani, Ailre says, "Explore, of course."
Ithrenor glances at Ailre.
The visage of a kish'enda briefly obscures Tabubu's face before the illusion shatters into motes of niveous light.
Issalya glances out.
Vellani frowns at Ailre.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I would caution against that, but..."
Speaking squeakily to Ailre, Tabubu says, "That is an excuse. Everytime she moves we are in more of a situation."
J>search wood
Try looking in, on, behind or under it. Or examining it.
The light blue glow leaves Tabubu.
J>look under wood
There is nothing under the wood.
The powerful look leaves Tabubu.
J>exam wood
Various building directions and blueprints are neatly scrawled across the smooth surface of the wood, demarcating the exits of the dais.
Vellani exclaims, "I cannot be seen like this!"
Ithrenor says, "I suppose standing here is not doing us any favors."
Tabubu appears to lose some internal strength.
Arelder chuckles.
Arbeia gazes with interest at a silver oculus.
J>read sood
You can't do that.
Tabubu becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Ailre asks, "Or we sit here until time catches up and we're old gnomes?"
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "But then the only other alternative appears to be we have traveled into the past."
The deep blue glow leaves Tabubu.
J>consider
Teveriel confusedly says, "But surely not."
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
J>o
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court]
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
>go dai
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - ] (u175703)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Tabubu glances out.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Tabubu glances at you.
>shrug
You shrug.
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor asks, "Why would we be gnomes in the past?"
Issalya glances expectantly at you.
>join ith
Ithrenor does not let you join him.
Ithrenor squints.
Ithrenor grabs your hand.
Fleurs ponders.
J>'nothing going on out there
You say, "Nothing going on out there."
Arbeia asks, "Why would a recipe book turn us into gnomes?"
Arbeia says, "None of this makes sense."
J>'just a building
You say, "Just a building."
Arbeia shakes her head.
J>inv
You are wearing a charcoal grey pinstripe hat, a crystal amulet (tucked), a painted clay talisman (tucked), a bleached bone Onar symbol (tucked), a dull pendant suspended by a leather cord (tucked), an enameled onyx night sky pendant, a vaalin-bound red coral shard suspended from an ironlink chain, a cobweb-covered jet black spidersilk cloak edged with silver silk trim, a copper-bound linen badge (tucked), a pair of black leather half-gloves, a small Silvergate pin (tucked), a night black pack, some shadowy black leather elven battle armor inlaid with krodera studs, a sun-etched gold ring, a hardened dust grey leather belt, a dark leather locksmith's toolkit, a silver-traced grey silk gem pouch, a gilded locus hidden unseen, a kelyn-clasped keyring, some fitted ash grey leather pants, a copper-banded bone ankle-scabbard (tucked), some side-laced dusky grey boots, and an emerald green shield.
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The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
Ithrenor says, "...The library is full of...strange things."
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u175703)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns bound by ropes and planks of wood. Within the circle of the columns' embrace and elevated high off the ground is a soil-filled garden area, the enclosure framed by bags of seeds. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Naethun disk, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ithrenor, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella
Obvious paths: out
Arbeia says, "Perhaps you are looking for reason where none exists."
Speaking quietly in Sylvankind to herself, Nilandia says something you don't understand.
Tabubu squeakily says, "We are all Windotter gnomes by the look of its."
Valandryn says, "Perhaps the recipe called for gnomes."
Speaking flatly to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "It's clearly cursed."
Arbeia agrees with Fleurs.
Valandryn says, "And we are the ingredients."
J>search seed
Try looking in, on, behind or under it. Or examining it.
Issalya gives a sidelong glance at Valandryn.
J>get seed
You cross the dais, stopping to adjust the falling bag of seeds leaning against the iron wrought railing. As you stand back up, you notice a few miniscule seeds tumbling down into the soil-filled garden.
Aubriella frowns.
(OOC) Arbeia's player whispers to the group, "To Serve Man."
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "Perhaps we should continue exploring."
J>look gard
I could not find what you were referring to.
Ailre says, "And Efald did mention the crates have been untouched for ages."
Glancing at Valandryn with a concerned expression, Issalya decisively shakes her head.
Arelder nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
(OOC) Nilandia's player whispers to the group, "Don't even."
(OOC) Teveriel's player whispers to the group, "Mass Quantum Leap. We are all inhabiting the bodies of Ardtin's childhood kitchen staff."
Ithrenor nods at Ailre.
J>look seed
Several open bags of seed lean heavily along the iron-wrought framework of the garden. Inked across the burlap surfaces are a series of intertwined grey and white streamers.
(OOC) Arbeia's player whispers to the group, "Soylent green is people!"
Fleurs says, "The wood did indicate how to get out. Perhaps we should look outside."
Fleurs casually observes her surroundings.
Scholar Ithrenor's group just went out.
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175701)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: none
Ithrenor nods at Fleurs.
Arbeia says, "I will touch nothing else."
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia says, "For now."
Rivienne whispers aloud, "This is just a dream, a bad dream."
Aubriella nods firmly at Arbeia.
J>look build
The white building is set with an arched blue doorway. Both walls and door are filmed slightly.
Arbeia nods.
Vellani glances at a bakery building.
Fleurs nods.
Arbeia points at a bakery building.
Arbeia says, "A bakery."
Fleurs nods in agreement at Rivienne.
Speaking squeakily to Rivienne, Tabubu says, "Good luck with that."
A pained expression crosses Vellani's face.
Several well-dressed elves wander by in large groups, conversing with each other. You hear the sound of fanfare and music in the distance.
Arbeia says, "It is leading us to a bakery."
Tabubu glowers.
Arbeia nods.
J>gaze
You gaze at your surroundings.
Aubriella gives a short little hum of surprise.
Nilandia inclines her ear, listening intently.
Vellani glances away.
Ithrenor glances around the area.
Bezzy turns his eyes to the sky and gazes upward enviously.
Ithrenor asks, "Perhaps we should, ah, duck inside to avoid being seen?"
J>look ith
You see Scholar Ithrenor Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, auburn blonde hair centrally braided to a high half-ponytail, with thinner ring-bound plaits branching off to swoop behind his ears, disappearing into the fall of wavy locks tumbling over his shoulders. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has two ebon-inked concentric circles connected by radial linework on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an azure-on-beige plaid ascot shot with thin olivine lines, a sage green tweed jacket divided by waxed suede lapels, a fitted cocoa leather vest secured by gold-framed pearl buttons over a fine linen shirt with turned cuffs, assorted copper rings, a hip-strapped cire leather bookbag, a pair of flat-front oyster maedatha pants, and a pair of suede ankle boots with pale tartan vamps.
Fleurs's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Arbeia says, "A cookbook with baked good recipes and a bakery."
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "In the event you are correct."
Arbeia nods.
Fleurs nods in agreement.
Vellani quickly says, "Yes."
Rivienne says, "Yes, please."
Teveriel reminds, "Hardly surprising. The bakery is adjacent to the dais in the real Ta'Illistim as well."
Scholar Ithrenor's group just went through a bakery building.
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious exits: out
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>nod agree ith
You nod in agreement at Ithrenor.
Vellani says, "We cannot be seen."
J>look in case
There is nothing in the case.
Ailre says, "We're a group of gnomes, it can't be that bad."
J>look wind
You gaze through the glaesine window and see...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175702)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
(OOC) Issalya's player whispers to the group, "GOOSEN."
J>look table
Fleurs says, "Lady Goosen's."
You see nothing unusual.
J>look chair
Ailre asks, "How many gnomes roam the city?"
Fleurs gives a short little hum of surprise.
You see nothing unusual.
Vellani frowns at Ailre.
(OOC) Issalya's player whispers to the group, "I AM DEAD."
J>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious exits: out
Teveriel says, "Or the present Ta'Illistim."
J>look on case
On the glaesine case:
Containers [1]: a glazed pale blue porcelain teapot
Food/Drink [3]: a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie, a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald, a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar
Total items: 4
Rivienne says, "True, we could be halflings."
Teveriel says, "Or the futu--ah, forget it."
Bezzy squeakily asks, "Well, if the elves find you I could say you are all with me?"
J>get tru
You help yourself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Teveriel exhales a quiet curse while rubbing a temple with two fingers.
Vellani glances at a mirrored glaesine case.
J>stow right
You put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in your black pack.
Tabubu squeakily says, "Just like touching a book isn't suppose to be bad, and yet here we are."
Bezzy squeakily exclaims, "Problem is, I don't speak the language!"
J>get mac
You help yourself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
J>stow right
You put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in your black pack.
J>get cook
You help yourself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
J>stow right
You put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in your black pack.
Issalya can offer you only a blank expression.
J>whist
You whistle tunelessly to yourself, remembering days past.
Fleurs says, "Oh, there's food."
Fleurs gives a short little hum of surprise.
Ithrenor whispers aloud, "Is this bakery familiar?"
Arbeia says, "This is not necessarily bad."
Arelder appears to be checking his pockets for something, but finds them empty.
Arbeia says, "Just...different."
Aubriella says, "I can't say I've seen this before."
Arbeia says, "As I said, we could all be morduska instead."
Arbeia nods.
Fleurs helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Arelder nods in agreement at Arbeia.
J>look on case
Fleurs put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her silk components pack.
On the glaesine case:
Containers [1]: a glazed pale blue porcelain teapot
Food/Drink [3]: a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie, a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald, a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar
Total items: 4
Tabubu gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her moonlight silver eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.
Fleurs helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Fleurs put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her silk components pack.
Fleurs helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Fleurs put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her silk components pack.
Fleurs pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Fleurs put a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in her silk components pack.
Teveriel gazes thoughtfully at a mirrored glaesine case.
Arbeia says, "Ah see, treats."
Arbeia points at a mirrored glaesine case.
Tabubu looks around as if waking up from a dream.
Arbeia helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
J>say ::iss free food, from a mysterious place and time. Worth examing if we get back to normal
Speaking to Issalya, you say, "Free food, from a mysterious place and time. Worth examing if we get back to normal."
Arbeia sniffs at her white chocolate truffle.
Ithrenor asks, "Should we be eating the food, do you think?"
Bezzy removes his clockwerke-set spectacles and taps the bow of his spectacles against his pursed lips, before slowly replacing them on his nose.
Arelder pours himself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Vellani sobs, "I could not eat."
Issalya says, "No."
Rivienne shakes her head.
Arelder takes a tiny sip of his honey-swirled tea, warming his lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.
Arbeia says, "It does not smell odd."
Aubriella's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Arbeia sniffs at her white chocolate truffle.
Fleurs asks, "Will it do us any more harm that we've already suffered?"
Fleurs gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Arelder sniffs at his honey-swirled tea.
Vellani frowns.
Arbeia offers Ithrenor a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Nilandia says, "Usually it doesn't matter, but I think my experiences are different from what is going on here."
J>look on case
Arelder takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
On the glaesine case:
Containers [1]: a glazed pale blue porcelain teapot
Food/Drink [3]: a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie, a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald, a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar
Total items: 4
Ithrenor allows, "We are all gnomes."
A corona of niveous light surrounds a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck before fading away.
Ithrenor accepts Arbeia's white chocolate truffle.
Arbeia says, "Sniff it."
Ithrenor gazes thoughtfully at a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar on a mirrored glaesine case.
Arbeia says, "It smells fine."
Aubriella agrees with Nilandia.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Ithrenor sniffs at his white chocolate truffle.
J>look in pack
In the black pack:
Weapons [4]: a linden-hafted glaes mace, a ripple-bladed obsidian knife with a fang-caged ruby pommel, a birch-handled imflass morning star, a vultite mace
Containers [1]: a tiny colorful bag
Magic Items [9]: a blue crystal (4), a white crystal (4), a black crystal
Reagents [3]: an ayanad crystal (2), a t'ayanad crystal
Forageables [1]: a luminescent indigo mushroom
Food/Drink [4]: a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie, a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald, a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar, a pickled egg
Special [1]: a pair of dark invar calipers with bone handles
Misc [1]: a handful of gold dust
Total items: 24
Aubriella helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Aubriella put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Aubriella helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Speaking to Arbeia, Arelder says, "It smells... nice enough."
Aubriella put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Arelder nods.
Aubriella helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Arbeia nods at Arelder.
Aubriella put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Aubriella pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Arelder takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Aubriella put a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Rivienne says, "I don't think anyone should eat anything."
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Tabubu says, "Don't eat or touch anything."
Vellani agrees with Rivienne.
Arbeia says, "I already touched it."
Fleurs begins chuckling at Arbeia!
Arbeia says, "I did not consume it though."
Arelder chuckles.
Rivienne gives a sidelong glance at Arelder.
Ithrenor slowly empties his lungs.
Rivienne says, "Or drink..."
Ithrenor walks over to the chair and settles down.
Ithrenor says, "I need several moments to think."
J>look table
You see nothing unusual.
Fleurs helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Nilandia says, "I wonder... I heard music before we went inside. I wonder if it's for a particulara event."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Fleurs takes a bite of her walnut cookie.
Bezzy squeakily says, "I mean, if you're all Gnomes, it's the cookie that you should eat. If you eat one."
J>nod under ithre
You nod understandingly at Ithrenor.
Bezzy helps himself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Arelder takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Ithrenor nods at Nilandia.
Fleurs takes a bite of her walnut cookie.
J>look table
You see nothing unusual.
Fleurs takes a bite of her walnut cookie.
J>look chair
You see nothing unusual.
Fleurs takes a bite of her walnut cookie.
Speaking dryly to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "Oh, we have plenty of time."
Speaking to Nilandia, Ithrenor says, "I thought the same. The streets looked...crowded."
Fleurs says, "It seems okay."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Vellani laments, "Think faster."
Issalya asks, "Her coronation, perhaps?"
J>look fleu
A faint mist curls around Fleurs, glowing with a subtle silver light. The mist rises and falls like a living thing, creating the illusion of a spectral fog that clings to her form, shimmering as though kissed by moonlight.
A thin layer of stone covers Fleurs's form and undulates with her motions.
You see Fleurs DeLaCoeur the Grandmaster Alchemist.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is bathed in a golden sheen of sunlight that mutes the light of Liabo, causing her aura to shimmer with white light.
She is average height. She appears to be youthful. She has long-lashed, sparkling deep sapphire blue eyes and radiant, dewy ivory skin. She has very long, lustrous silky black hair swept back from the temples. She has a flawless, delicately featured face, a straight nose and high cheekbones. She has a matte watermelon pink polish brushed onto her impeccably manicured fingernails.
Each of her earlobes is pierced with a princess-cut vivid deep pink diamond.
She is in good shape.
A budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume is settled on her shoulder.
She is wearing a strapless ruffled ombre deep pink and pale gold organza petal-layered dress, a glittery crocheted deep pink flyrsilk clutch, several thin gold bangles with vivid deep pink diamond inlay, and some deep pink satin high-heeled shoes beaded with glitter-dusted bubbles.
Nilandia nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
The acacia fetish dangling from Arbeia's wrist starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat and sways back and forth like a pendulum before falling back into silence.
Arelder takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Arelder takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Speaking to Issalya, Nilandia says, "That's what I was thinking."
Bezzy squeakily says, "We do love a good tia."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Aubriella says, "I do recall the procession."
J>look on case
On the glaesine case:
Containers [1]: a glazed pale blue porcelain teapot
Food/Drink [3]: a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie, a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald, a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar
Total items: 4
Bezzy gobbles down a big bite of his walnut cookie.
Bezzy gobbles down his walnut cookie in one enormous bite.
Aubriella nods.
Arbeia says, "Perhaps in addition to recipes..."
J>look behind case
There is nothing behind the case.
Tabubu squeakily says, "You can see the dais from here."
Yhtrinn whispers something to Bezzy.
J>look under case
There is nothing under the case.
Arbeia says, "The book was filled with...memories."
J>look wind
You gaze through the glaesine window and see...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175702)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Speaking to Issalya, Ithrenor asks, "Her coronation? That's over... 700 years ago, is it not?"
You feel thousands of tiny things swarming over your skin for a moment.
Arbeia says, "And we are simply in a memory or sorts."
Arbeia says, "An illusion of a memory."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Issalya asks, "It would explain the unfinished state of the dais, would it not?"
Ithrenor says, "It's certainly a memory, though I... I mean, in theory..."
Fleurs helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Fleurs takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Vellani nods faintly.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps waver from sight, shimmering slightly as they become solid again.
Yhtrinn whispers something to Bezzy.
Rivienne asks, "But why are we gnomes?"
Fleurs takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Fleurs takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Ithrenor looks over at Rivienne and shakes his head.
Arbeia asks, "Did the gnomes do the baking initially?"
Fleurs takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Vellani agrees, "Why."
A faint silver nimbus appears surrounding Issalya for a few moments before silently winking out.
Fleurs agrees with Rivienne.
Aubriella helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Aubriella takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Aubriella takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Aubriella takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Aubriella takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
Aubriella says, "That was interesting."
Ithrenor says, "I suppose in theory a vestige could be this...potent. I just have never seen it in practice."
Arbeia says, "She is eating them...yet you all scolded me."
Aubriella ponders.
Arbeia snickers.
Arbeia points at Aubriella.
Nilandia says, "It could be we are reliving it as specific individuals."
Speaking in Faendryl, Yhtrinn says something you don't understand.
Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "I told you they were fine."
Yhtrinn says, "Not all of us are gnomes, I feel compelled to point out."
Arbeia begins chuckling at Fleurs!
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Nor a portal powerful enough to do... this?"
Fleurs shrugs.
J>look yht
You see Lord Yhtrinn Saelvith Faendryl the Sorcerer.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is very tall. He has empty black chasms for eyes and vibrant, black skin. He has long, straight steel grey hair tucked neatly behind his ears. He has a featureless grey ash wood mask over his face and long pointed ears.
He has a diamond-inset onyx half-ring in the upper ridge of his left ear.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a pitch black staff carved to resemble skeletal hands grasping a skull in his right hand.
He is wearing a bone-inlaid silver torc, an onyx pentagram amulet, a deeply hooded pitch black over robe stitched with silver runes, a pair of wide-set buckskin pauldrons scorched with dark glyphs, a scarlet owl-shaped pin, a wight skin armband, a frayed leather harness, a full-sleeved long grey silk shirt, a dark leather buffcoat, a punched suede sack drawn by feathered ties, a coarse burlap sack, some conditioned black leather trousers, and a pair of pitch black vruul skin boots studded with skull-shaped doomstones.
Speaking to Arbeia, Fleurs says, "It couldn't get worse than being a gnome."
J>look ail
You see Scholar Ailre Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has side-shaven, feathered auburn blonde hair loosely bound by a quill-pierced leather bookmark, the wayward locks brushing against his temples. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has an unmarked map inked in gradient tones across his right forearm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a leather-strapped river naiquard half-cape, a book-affixed natural rattan back-basket, a lacquer-set pectoral of elongated grey pinions over a tall-collared gentian silk tunic draped from a single sleeve of rose gold mesh, a cross-buckled tanned leather belt weighted by a trio of waxed leather cylinders, some fitted charcoal maedatha trousers fastened in aged bone, and a pair of brocade-cuffed bistre suede knee-boots.
Fleurs chuckles.
J>look iss
You see Loremaster Issalya Valdarien Illistim the Chosen of Gosaena.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is petite and has a slim body. She appears to radiate poise shaped by life experience. She has large, owlish gentian blue eyes and pale as parchment skin. She has long, lustrous silver hair that trails past her waist in a riot of gently coiled mercurial curls. She has a heart-shaped face and a pair of half-lensed spectacles perched upon her small nose. Her small, yet distinctively sloping nose is perfectly offset by the bowed curve of her upper lip, while her slender neck and delicate bone structure enhance her fragile appearance. She has a mirror-flecked platinum glaze brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a pair of white-feathered wings protruding from her back.
Calligraphy-inked pages of illuminated vellum float across Issalya's form, the glimmering words rising and falling across the gilt-foiled sheets.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an ephemeral circlet of flowing air weaves, an orb-inset fel talisman, a white-feathered cloak of gradient thistle-to-charcoal grey silk, a black leather casting glove scorched across the inner palm, some cowled sweeping grey velvet robes with star-shaped cutouts revealing an ebon silk underlayer, and some cuffed grey velvet ankle-boots.
Speaking to Rivienne, Teveriel says, "If it is a memory, perhaps we've simply taken on the forms of people she remembers being present."
Aubriella adopts an agreeable expression.
Arbeia says, "No it truly could."
Speaking to Fleurs, Rivienne exclaims, "You don't know that yet!"
J>look arb
You see Arbeia Sudha the Merchant of the Bazaar.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is taller than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sultry dark eyes and sun-darkened bronze skin. She has long, thick obsidian black hair with henna-hued highlights framing her face. She has a thin nose and slightly pointed ears. She has muted jade celadon lacquer brushed onto her almond-shaped fingernails.
She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a diminutive black scorpion tattoo on the back of her neck, an elaborate floral and vine tattoo in reddish-brown ink on her hands, a tattooed swirl of Tehir symbols on her wrist, a primitive spiral tattoo on her ankle, and a series of hammered copper hoops adorned with primitive pottery beads set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing an embroidered headscarf of soft open-weave cotton, a pair of floral-etched beryl earrings, a teardrop-shaped zhiqietz ampoule engulfed in darkened silver scrollwork, a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork, a sweeping floor-length vest cinched with a shimmering corded belt over a high-collared gradient sea green-to-indigo byssus kaftan flourishing split funnel sleeves, a cluster of wide hammered silver cuff bracelets set with colorful gemstones, and a pair of ahmdir blue swirl-painted linen sandals.
J>look tev
You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Nobleman of the Fortress.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to blend confidence with a seasoned perspective. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair with several strands pulled forward to rest against his chest. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a draped sable chainsil half-cape, an ink blue tunic of long nacre velvet strips front-buttoned in silver niello, a wide silver signet ring, a slanting belt of dark cordovan pierced with mithglin grommets, an antiquated lasimor scabbard, a pair of black fitted wool trousers, and a pair of rich cordovan leather boots accented with mithglin.
J>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
Bezzy squeakily says, "Yes, the elf-phant in the room."
Arbeia just opened a small brushed suede totem bag.
Fleurs buries her face in her hands.
Bezzy points at himself.
Arbeia removes a wax-sealed transparent tube of qahzumar tentacles from in her suede totem bag.
Arbeia says, "You could be this."
Speaking squeakily to Arbeia, Tabubu says, "Because when you did it, we turned into gnomes and then you washed out the clue we needed to return."
J>look bez
Aubriella giggles at Bezzy.
Bezzy's movements blur as the very air surrounding him warps in as time appears to stutter and hasten before him.
A vortex of air spins and whirls around Bezzy.
You see Bezzy the Spellweaver of Solhaven.
He appears to be an Illistim Elf.
He is short. He appears to radiate confidence with a hint of youthful spark. He has sparkling sapphire blue eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy deep red hair swept back from the temples. He has a broad face, a pair of clockwerke-set spectacles perched upon his pointed nose and protruding ears. He has a platinum clockwork owl perched on his shoulder.
He gives off a serene demeanor.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a fuzzy high-crowned hat, a loosely woven garland of bright tangerine poppies and brilliant golden sunflowers, a gear-inset veniom ferrigem, a cloudy grey cire raincoat speckled with opalescent scales, a tiny enamel cookie pin sprinkled with colorful crystal sugars, a silk-lined midnight blue vest, a striped grey-on-black cotton shirt, a pair of felt gloves trimmed in yellow-gold electrum, a mechanical limb, some ensigiled casting leathers, a mithril-framed eisenruck with honey-colored panels, a gear-studded scarlet toolbelt, a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces, some charcoal tweed trousers interwoven in whiskey-toned threads, and some stylish shimmering aqilorn slippers.
Arbeia shows Fleurs her transparent tube.
Ailre begins chuckling at Bezzy!
Fleurs stares at Arbeia.
Rivienne frowns at Teveriel.
Vellani stares at Bezzy.
Nilandia becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Nilandia appears to lose some internal strength.
Nilandia loses her intense expression.
Nilandia loses an aura of resolve.
Nilandia loses her focused look.
Dark red droplets seep out of Nilandia's skin and evaporate.
The opalescent aura fades from around Nilandia.
The brilliant aura fades away from Nilandia.
Nilandia appears less confident.
The dim aura fades from around Nilandia.
Nilandia begins to breathe less deeply.
The very powerful look leaves Nilandia.
The white light leaves Nilandia.
The dull golden nimbus fades from around Nilandia.
The misty halo fades from Nilandia.
The deep blue glow leaves Nilandia.
The powerful look leaves Nilandia.
The air calms down around Nilandia.
The light blue glow leaves Nilandia.
Arbeia says, "Yes well..."
Arbeia says, "I tripped."
Cupping her hand over her lips, Nilandia issues a whistle that is reminiscent of a lark's trill, calling the forces of nature to aid her. As Nilandia releases a spell, the scent of loam, that lush fragrance that is the promise of rain, fills the air.
Nilandia gestures.
J>look ith
You see Scholar Ithrenor Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, auburn blonde hair centrally braided to a high half-ponytail, with thinner ring-bound plaits branching off to swoop behind his ears, disappearing into the fall of wavy locks tumbling over his shoulders. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has two ebon-inked concentric circles connected by radial linework on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in his right hand.
He is wearing an azure-on-beige plaid ascot shot with thin olivine lines, a sage green tweed jacket divided by waxed suede lapels, a fitted cocoa leather vest secured by gold-framed pearl buttons over a fine linen shirt with turned cuffs, assorted copper rings, a hip-strapped cire leather bookbag, a pair of flat-front oyster maedatha pants, and a pair of suede ankle boots with pale tartan vamps.
J>look nil
You see Nilandia Liserna the Historian.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is tall. She appears to be balanced between youthful energy and mature poise. She has bronze-limned willow green eyes and smooth, creamy white skin. She has rich, copper-infused henna red hair arranged in an intricately twisted roll at the back of her head and held in place by a spill of pure white faewood blossoms. She has a gentle and delicate face and slightly upswept ears that taper into fine points. She has slender hands with long, soft fingers and smoothly curving rose-red lips.
She has an inked spiral of bronze tendrils tightly coiled upon her temple.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a hawk feather pendant strung on a thin leather cord, a layered faenor-hued chainsil mantle falling from a shoulder-pinned chrysoprase faewood leaf, a deep emerald chainsil tunic side-laced with a lattice of hunter green linen cords, some thin suede handwraps, a textured pale leather belt, some fitted dark peridot chainsil pants side-laced with spiraling leather thongs, and a pair of emerald leather boots trimmed with lustrous mink.
Arbeia says, "Because i am currently a gnome."
Arbeia nods.
J>squint bezz
You squint at Bezzy.
Arbeia put a wax-sealed transparent tube of qahzumar tentacles in her suede totem bag.
Fleurs helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Arbeia just closed a small brushed suede totem bag.
Fleurs takes a bite of her white chocolate truffle.
Tabubu sighs.
J>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
J>look tab
You see The Infamous Tabubu the Officer of the Obsidian Tower.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.
She has a su'chao silk cowl weighted with briolettes of obsidian wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.
She has a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle, and a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a carved faenor briar choker backed in smooth copper, a small obsidian rose pin, a viridescent su'chao silk robe, an iridescent scale waist-cincher secured by interlocking copper rings, a silken underrobe artfully sewn to fall in sensuous ripples, some leathery handwraps with exposed fingertips, a wide ebony signet ring, a coiled dark copper vine anklet, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps.
Ithrenor says, "Let us sit for a moment and consider our situation."
Speaking quietly to Arbeia, Arelder whispers aloud, "Do not be hard on yourself for touching the book. Whatever magic this is, it is not malicious. I am certain..."
Speaking to Teveriel, Rivienne asks, "Does she have a particular fondness for gnomes, to remember them so...abundantly?"
Tabubu buries her face in her palm, muttering to herself, clearly annoyed.
J>sit chair
You settle yourself on the velvet-padded chair for a moment's rest.
Fleurs takes a bite of her white chocolate truffle.
Fleurs takes a bite of her white chocolate truffle.
Arbeia smiles at Arelder.
Ailre pours himself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Arbeia says, "Thank you."
Vellani glances at a wide velvet-padded chair.
Aubriella helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Aubriella takes a bite of her white chocolate truffle.
Vellani walks over to the chair and settles down.
Arbeia says, "I was not even a touch angry with myself."
Vellani breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.
Ailre walks over to the chair and settles down.
Arbeia chuckles.
Arbeia walks over to the chair and settles down.
sJ>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia who is sitting, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani who is sitting, Arelder, Scholar Ailre who is sitting, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
Aubriella says, "Well, these are delicious in any case."
Valandryn walks over to the chair and settles down.
Issalya says, "Under her rule, they were allowed to work in Ta'Illistim."
Bezzy pours himself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
sJ>look fle
A faint mist curls around Fleurs, glowing with a subtle silver light. The mist rises and falls like a living thing, creating the illusion of a spectral fog that clings to her form, shimmering as though kissed by moonlight.
A thin layer of stone covers Fleurs's form and undulates with her motions.
You see Fleurs DeLaCoeur the Grandmaster Alchemist.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is bathed in a golden sheen of sunlight that mutes the light of Liabo, causing her aura to shimmer with white light.
She is average height. She appears to be youthful. She has long-lashed, sparkling deep sapphire blue eyes and radiant, dewy ivory skin. She has very long, lustrous silky black hair swept back from the temples. She has a flawless, delicately featured face, a straight nose and high cheekbones. She has a matte watermelon pink polish brushed onto her impeccably manicured fingernails.
Each of her earlobes is pierced with a princess-cut vivid deep pink diamond.
She is in good shape.
A budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume is settled on her shoulder.
She is wearing a strapless ruffled ombre deep pink and pale gold organza petal-layered dress, a glittery crocheted deep pink flyrsilk clutch, several thin gold bangles with vivid deep pink diamond inlay, and some deep pink satin high-heeled shoes beaded with glitter-dusted bubbles.
Fleurs pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Fleurs takes a drink from her honey-swirled tea.
Yhtrinn walks over to the chair and settles down.
Bezzy walks over to the chair and settles down.
Bezzy takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani says, "I have considered it. I loathe it."
Fleurs takes a drink from her honey-swirled tea.
Ithrenor asks, "Did anyone see anything of note, feel anything of note?"
Vellani folds her arms over her chest.
Aubriella shakes her head.
Arbeia asks, "Other than becoming short?"
Valandryn shakes his head.
Aubriella gobbles down her white chocolate truffle in one enormous bite.
Ithrenor says, "Before we got here, I mean."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "I felt shorter."
Aubriella chuckles.
sJ>shake head
You shake your head.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Arelder says, "The tea was perhaps a bit too sweet for me."
Fleurs takes a drink from her honey-swirled tea.
Fleurs takes a drink from her honey-swirled tea.
Rivienne glances at a wide velvet-padded chair.
Fleurs takes a drink from her honey-swirled tea.
Ailre takes a tiny sip of his honey-swirled tea, warming his lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.
The angry throaty growl of a kish'enda suddenly erupts from near Tabubu.
Ithrenor says, "I would expect if this is... several hundred years ago, be it vestige or ... truly, which--"
Rivienne says, "I hesitate to settle anywhere, lest I get stuck."
Ithrenor asks, "Is that even possible?"
Speaking to Ithrenor, Aubriella says, "I saw the crowd go by, but that's all."
Tabubu squeakily says, "I had a vision of an orchard revealing itself right before you all showed up."
Ithrenor says, "We may be ... simply fitting in."
Speaking amusedly to Rivienne, Ailre says, "The chairs are lower to the ground, I'm guessing many gnomes frequent this particular version of a bakery."
Fleurs rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Yhtrinn says, "There has been nothing out of the ordinary, except...well..."
Issalya glances at her white-feathered wings.
Speaking to Tabubu, Bezzy squeaks, "An orchard you say?"
Yhtrinn scowls.
Ithrenor asks, "Ta'Illistim was not so open to other races 700 years ago, was it?"
Tabubu squeakily says, "Orchid."
Aubriella says, "I suppose not."
Issalya looks over at Ithrenor and shakes her head.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani murmurs, "It was like the words....enveloped us."
sJ>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia who is sitting, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani who is sitting, Arelder, Scholar Ailre who is sitting, Valandryn who is sitting, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
(Yhtrinn waves his hands at his own gnome body.)
Tabubu squeakily says, "Some flower."
Tabubu waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.
Ithrenor nods slightly at Vellani.
Fleurs nods in agreement at Vellani.
Teveriel nods in agreement.
Fleurs winces.
Bezzy squeakily exclaims, "Oh yes, the flower!"
Speaking in Elven, Vellani asks, "Are we in the book?"
Arbeia says, "I do not think a half-Tehir was common walking around here then."
Arbeia shakes her head.
Vellani frowns.
Aubriella helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Aubriella takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
sJ>look ith
You see Scholar Ithrenor Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, auburn blonde hair centrally braided to a high half-ponytail, with thinner ring-bound plaits branching off to swoop behind his ears, disappearing into the fall of wavy locks tumbling over his shoulders. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has two ebon-inked concentric circles connected by radial linework on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in his right hand.
He is wearing an azure-on-beige plaid ascot shot with thin olivine lines, a sage green tweed jacket divided by waxed suede lapels, a fitted cocoa leather vest secured by gold-framed pearl buttons over a fine linen shirt with turned cuffs, assorted copper rings, a hip-strapped cire leather bookbag, a pair of flat-front oyster maedatha pants, and a pair of suede ankle boots with pale tartan vamps.
Aubriella takes a bite of her feather-inked macaron.
sJ>look ail
You see Scholar Ailre Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has side-shaven, feathered auburn blonde hair loosely bound by a quill-pierced leather bookmark, the wayward locks brushing against his temples. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has an unmarked map inked in gradient tones across his right forearm.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in his right hand.
He is wearing a leather-strapped river naiquard half-cape, a book-affixed natural rattan back-basket, a lacquer-set pectoral of elongated grey pinions over a tall-collared gentian silk tunic draped from a single sleeve of rose gold mesh, a cross-buckled tanned leather belt weighted by a trio of waxed leather cylinders, some fitted charcoal maedatha trousers fastened in aged bone, and a pair of brocade-cuffed bistre suede knee-boots.
Speaking to Vellani, Teveriel says, "It was as though the ink itself swallowed me whole."
Speaking to Vellani, Ithrenor says, "That would be my dream."
Arbeia says, "It is still not common in truth."
A pained expression crosses Vellani's face.
Ithrenor says, "But I do not think we are."
Ithrenor frowns.
Speaking to himself, Ailre murmurs, "I refuse to be swallowed by a recipe book of all things."
Yhtrinn says, "True, a Faendryl would be uncommon on the streets that long ago, I believe."
Vellani sighs.
Fleurs agrees with Ailre.
Aubriella gobbles down her feather-inked macaron in one enormous bite.
sJ>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia who is sitting, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani who is sitting, Arelder, Scholar Ailre who is sitting, Valandryn who is sitting, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
Arbeia says, "All these treats are here.. it lead us here."
sJ>look table
You see nothing unusual.
Arbeia says, "Perhaps we are meant to try them all."
sJ>look chair
You see nothing unusual.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Nilandia says, "I do not think this is similar to the memories my people experience. Usually we connect with them individually, not as a group." She casts a glance around the room. "Nor is it known to happen outside my people."
Speaking to Arbeia, Aubriella asks, "Not all. Only a few?"
sJ>look case
You see nothing unusual.
Arbeia says, "Yes I mean simply that it has provided these..."
sJ>look on table
There is nothing on the table.
sJ>look on chair
There is nothing on the chair.
Aubriella nods in agreement.
Arbeia says, "So perhaps it wants us to indulge."
Aubriella exclaims, "Well, I certainly have!"
Aubriella wobbles, looking a bit faint.
Arbeia begins chuckling at Aubriella!
Arbeia says, "That you have."
sJ>sear
You don't find anything of interest here.
Roundtime: 1 sec.
Arbeia nods.
Aubriella chuckles.
sJ>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia who is sitting, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani who is sitting, Arelder, Scholar Ailre who is sitting, Valandryn who is sitting, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
sJ>look aub
A soft, aurora-like glow emanates from her nautilus shell ocarina, surrounding Aubriella in a cascade of shifting colors -- sapphire, amethyst, and emerald -- flickering like the northern lights as if she is wrapped in the shimmering edges of the heavens themselves.
You see Aubriella Aronwood the Grandmaster Alchemist.
She appears to be an Illistim Elf.
She appears to be in the spring of life. She has long-lashed, sparkling, silver-flecked deep violet eyes and radiant, dewy ivory skin. She has very long, lustrous, silky black hair swept back from the temples. She has a flawless, delicately featured face, a straight nose and blush-tinged cheeks. She has snow-tipped sheer blush pink polish brushed onto her rounded manicured fingernails.
Each of her earlobes is pierced with a unicorn-cut stormcloud diamond.
She is in good shape.
A budding sentient potato wearing a plush brown teddy bear costume is settled on her shoulder.
She is wearing a slim choker of alternating ombre sunset ametrines and deep violet duskjewels, an ethereal crocheted ombre rose-to-violet starsilk shawl, a thin-strapped pale violet lace corset dress with an asymmetrical ruffled skirt, a dainty knitted iridescent lavender sea silk bag, and a pair of marbled lavender watercolored silk high-heeled sandals.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps waver from sight, shimmering slightly as they become solid again.
Jaranzair pushes open the door and steps aside, holding it open for Argent Mirror Ardtin. His expression is a mix between amused and slightly exasperated. "You are going to give Aeriadrn a stroke, you know. His first week on the job and he has already lost you."
Yhtrinn crossly says, "I could not eat a bite."
Fleurs says, "Oh my."
Nilandia gets a blank look on her face.
sJ>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia who is sitting, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy who is sitting, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani who is sitting, Arelder, Scholar Ailre who is sitting, Valandryn who is sitting, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor who is sitting, Legionnaire Captain Jaranzair, Argent Mirror Ardtin
Obvious exits: out
Fleurs gives a short little hum of surprise.
Yhtrinn blinks.
Nilandia takes a few steps back.
Ardtin laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Arbeia blinks.
Jaranzair glances at Ardtin.
Vellani gasps.
Tabubu gazes in amusement at her surroundings.
Jaranzair murmurs, "Rather busy in here, but I suppose it would be."
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "I'm sure he's resigned himself to fishing by Veythorne at this point."
sJ>look jara
You see Legionnaire Captain Jaranzair Nashal Vaalor the Crimson Legion Officer.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is shorter than average and has a wiry, leanly muscled build. He appears to be a young adult. He has almond-shaped glacial blue eyes and bronze skin. He has long, pin-straight mahogany hair braided from the temples toward a high ponytail secured by a gold-pierced wide leather band. He has an angular face and sharp pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled crimson vylithen half-cape, a vaalorn-riveted dark leather cuirass with a sleeveless ebon linen tunic quilted in a diamond pattern underneath, a gold-forged wyvern coiled around the right bicep, a pair of gilded bracers hammered to a faceted finish, an embossed scabbard secured to a crossed duo of belts, some sharply tailored trousers buttoned diagonally over the hips, and some polished black leather knee-boots.
Arbeia smiles.
sJ>look ard
You see Argent Mirror Ardtin Greyvael Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is slight in stature. She appears to carry a mature yet vibrant presence. She has long-lashed pale sky blue eyes and fair skin. She has long, sleek fiery copper-red hair caught in a mass of ringlets beneath a diminutive crown of filigree-slatted diamond droplets, leaving the loose tendrils to curl across her temples. She has a refined, high cheekboned architecture to her face and a slender, tapered pair of pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a high-arced tatted lace collar scattered with baroque pearls, a web-like shawl of pearlescent silk and velvet, a coat-styled gilded velvet gown covered in seed pearl-inset tulle rosettes with a train of mesh-backed starstone constellations underneath, a pair of ruffled ecru lace half-gloves affixed with lavender jade cameos, and some saffron brocade chopines braced by copper clockwerke heels.
Bezzy nods to Jaranzair in greeting.
The semitransparent image of a lithe kish'enda flickers into life before stalking away in a burst of niveous motes.
Teveriel incredulously says, "Lord Legionnaire Commander."
Ithrenor whispers low to the group, as not to be overheard, "I do not think this is good."
Straightening her back, Rivienne gives a formal, low curtsy to Ardtin. She inclines her head as well, giving Ardtin a brief nod.
Tabubu takes a few steps back.
Jaranzair glances at Teveriel.
Ardtin surprisedly asks, "It is rather busy here, isn't it?"
Ardtin drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
Tabubu touches one finger to her lips.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani whispers aloud, "They are young."
Speaking to Teveriel, Jaranzair asks, "Pardon?"
Straightening her back, Issalya gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.
Ardtin warmly says, "Good afternoon everyone."
Arbeia says, "Greetings."
sJ>nod greet ard
You nod in greeting at Ardtin.
Arbeia smiles at Ardtin.
Fleurs curtsies to Ardtin.
Vellani stands up.
sJ>stand
You stand back up.
Arbeia stands up.
Pulling and tugging on the fabric, Tabubu arranges the hood of her silk cowl to better conceal her features.
Speaking evasively to Jaranzair, Teveriel says, "Forgive me. I must have mistaken you for someone else."
Arbeia bows.
Valandryn stands up.
Bezzy nods to Ardtin in greeting.
Ardtin quickly adds, "Yes the Sapphire Guard is aware I stepped away, but the coronation was so, so long."
Jaranzair nods slightly at Teveriel.
Valandryn's bow is graceful, if perfunctory. He follows the bow with a brief nod of his head.
(Vellani gives an awkward curtsy, as if she does not understand her own legs.)
Nilandia formally greets, "Your Reflection."
J>look wind
You gaze through the glaesine window and see...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175702)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Nilandia glances at Ardtin and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
(Yhtrinn attempts to bow, but it looks very awkward.)
The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
Bezzy stands up.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre whispers aloud, "Do we just... sit here?"
Jaranzair folds his hands behind his back.
Ardtin nods in greeting at Nilandia.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor whispers aloud, "Well, it is too late to stop them now."
The tension in Tabubu's skin eases and you notice that her complexion returns to normal.
Ailre takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Tabubu takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
Your breathing becomes more shallow.
The dully illuminated mantle protecting you begins to falter, then completely fades away.
The powerful look leaves you.
Tabubu's eyes flash icy blue as she takes a single cleansing breath.
The dim aura fades from around you.
A series of purple lines suddenly appears on Tabubu's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
The scales covering Tabubu's hands turn brittle and flake away.
Rivienne glances sharply at Ithrenor.
Teveriel whispers to the group, "Perhaps if we simply.. witness the event, the memory sequence will end, if that is what it is."
Fleurs chuckles to herself.
The thick plates of bone around Tabubu's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.
Arbeia says, "Perhaps you would both care for a sweet treat after such a long day."
Arbeia smiles.
Teveriel whispers to the group, "And we can return home."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia points at a mirrored glaesine case.
Nilandia whispers to the group, "That is how I've done it. Hopefully it works here, too."
Vellani gazes hopefully at Teveriel.
Jaranzair holds up both of his hands, shaking his head.
Aubriella nods sagely.
Speaking brightly to Arbeia, Ardtin asks, "Oh, are you enjoying them?"
A muted crackle emanates from Issalya's herb basket.
Arbeia says, "Oh yes, very much so."
Arbeia says, "Especially this one."
Arbeia points at Aubriella.
J>stare arb
You stare at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "She likes them most."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia smiles.
Issalya breathes almost without making a sound.
The shimmering multicolored sphere fades from around Fleurs.
Fleurs just arrived. Wait, wasn't she here already?
The layer of raw elemental energy surrounding Fleurs dissipates.
Fleurs no longer bristles with energy.
Fleurs seems a bit less imposing.
Fleurs appears somehow different.
Fleurs is no longer protected by the shimmering field of energy.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Fleurs suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Fleurs.
Fleurs glances around, looking a bit less confident.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Fleurs.
The bright luminescence fades from around Fleurs.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Fleurs.
Yhtrinn whispers to the group, "Are such memory sequences usually so...interactive?"
Bezzy takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Vellani squirms.
Ardtin confesses, "I've been jotting down recipes for years, but Lady Goosen decided to add them to her menu as a gift."
Tabubu glowers darkly at Arbeia.
Ardtin laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Nilandia whispers to the group, "It depends on the situation. They can be."
Arbeia nods at Ardtin.
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "And *someone* has never eaten one of these cookies."
Nilandia whispers to the group, "Depends on what you hope to learn or what you need to see."
Jaranzair says, "I do not touch sweets. It would be rather detrimental to my training, I think."
Arbeia smiles.
Jaranzair gives a sidelong glance at Ardtin.
Ardtin amusedly asks, "See?"
Arbeia chuckles to herself.
Nilandia chuckles to herself.
Teveriel helps himself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Teveriel pours himself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Speaking sternly to Jaranzair, Ardtin teases, "One must prepare their bodies for battle, something or other."
Bezzy tenses up, beads of sweat glistening on his brow.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor whispers aloud, "Well, that's new."
Valandryn summons a torrent of spiritual mana and releases upon himself a flurry of abjurations.
Arelder rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "As my first formal request as Argent Mirror."
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "I do not know that a cookie would prepare me for--"
Jaranzair frowns at Ardtin.
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin declares, "You should try one of my cookies."
Teveriel takes a bite of his feather-inked macaron.
Arbeia smiles.
Arbeia glances down.
Arbeia raises an eyebrow.
Nilandia whispers to the group, "At least for my part, I tend to try to be receptive to what it wants to show me."
Ardtin straightens her posture as gazes up at Jaranzair.
Vellani gazes with interest at Ardtin.
Issalya glances between Ardtin and Jaranzair.
Nilandia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Nilandia clasps her hand over her mouth.
Teveriel takes a bite of his feather-inked macaron.
The visage of a kish'enda briefly obscures Tabubu's face before the illusion shatters into motes of niveous light.
Vellani glances at Teveriel.
Fleurs helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Fleurs put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her silk components pack.
Fleurs helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Jaranzair exhales a sigh, averting his gaze, a conflicted expression briefly crossing his face.
Fleurs put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her silk components pack.
Fleurs helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Fleurs put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her silk components pack.
Fleurs pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Fleurs put a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in her silk components pack.
Rivienne whispers to the group, "Is this why she remembers so many gnomes? Are we changing the past and the future right now? Or is this not real."
Arelder sighs.
Speaking pointedly to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "All these lovely gnomes are enjoying my cooking, and they seem to be in good health."
Arelder helps himself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Arelder sniffs at his walnut cookie.
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia smiles.
Arelder takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Jaranzair glances around the room.
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin adds, "And you were just recently promoted, why not celebrate?"
Jaranzair looks thoughtfully at Vellani.
Tabubu whispers to the group, "No one died after eating the cookies, eii?"
Vellani fidgets.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair whispers aloud, "That one looks a bit pale."
Arbeia whispers to the group, "Not a one."
Tabubu's leathery handwraps shimmer slightly, fading after a few short pulses.
Teveriel whispers to the group, "Real in the sense that a memory is real, I think. But this macaron certainly tastes real enough."
Nilandia whispers to the group, "If it's as I experience it, this is a memory."
Teveriel glances at a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in his hand.
Bezzy whispers to the group, "Oh no, the cookies were quite good!"
Arelder takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Arelder takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Speaking worriedly to Vellani, Ardtin asks, "Should we fetch you a healer, miss?"
Arelder takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
J>look vel
You see Lady Vellani Quinra'lireh Loenthra the Virtuoso of Ta'Vaalor.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
She is perfectly postured. She appears to radiate poise shaped by life experience. She has silver-rimed aubergine eyes and rosy porcelain white skin. She has thick, auric blonde hair that falls in a heavy curtain of locks to her waist. She has an oval face, an upturned nose and long pointed ears. She has a long, graceful neck and pronounced jawline lending to her statuesque appearance. Her neatly manicured nails are brushed with high-glossed clear lacquer and dotted in inked pale green hummingbirds, the flock wending graceful spirals up the hands and forearms as if riding an unseen breeze.
Calligraphy-inked pages of illuminated vellum float across Vellani's form, the glimmering words rising and falling across the gilt-foiled sheets.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a cloakwing butterfly capelet of emerald green devore, a tapestry-woven cuff crafted from a metallic-threaded bookmark, a pearl white crepe blouse open-necked to effuse an ascot of sheer calligraphed silk, a signet of plaited vaalin instrument strings, a celadon velvet skirt woven in foliage-draped arboreal silhouettes, and some pale lace-appliqued chiffon sandals studded with moss agate ivy leaves.
Vellani gulps.
Arbeia takes a moment to observe Vellani.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair asks, "I was, but would I be if I indulged in such things?"
Speaking in Elven, Vellani nervously says, "No thank you Argent Mirror I just--need more tea."
Speaking dryly to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "It's a cookie, Jaranzair, not a life-changing decision."
Yhtrinn whispers to the group, "This Argent Mirror was known for letting gnomes into the city, I believe. Winedotter Gnomes, specifically. It explains our current...gnome-ness."
Arbeia chuckles to herself.
(Vellani pours herself a cup of tea, the pot clattering with her shaking hand.)
Vellani pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Speaking to Vellani, Jaranzair notes, "Your Elven is quite good."
The acacia fetish dangling from Arbeia's wrist starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat and sways back and forth like a pendulum before falling back into silence.
Vellani fidgets.
Nilandia pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Ithrenor clears his throat.
Ithrenor gazes thoughtfully at his white chocolate truffle.
Ithrenor takes a bite of his white chocolate truffle.
Issalya glances between Vellani and Jaranzair.
Aubriella furrows her brow.
Vellani nervously says, "My mistress perfers me to speak it."
Speaking to Vellani, Ardtin agrees, "It is, with such a lovely lilt."
Rivienne whispers to the group, "Ah! That's an interesting and reassuring insight."
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "I suppose I cannot deny you, out of respect for our Houses."
Vellani yelps, "Thank you!"
The halfling hand fetish suspended from Tabubu's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against her sternum before falling silent again.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Vellani, Nilandia whispers aloud, "Breathe. You'll be fine."
Arbeia smiles at Jaranzair.
Vellani breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.
Speaking amusedly to Vellani, Ardtin says, "You may speak however you see fit, we are all the better for learning."
Speaking in Elven, Arbeia says, "They are truly, very good indeed."
Arbeia nods at Jaranzair.
Arbeia nods.
Ardtin helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
A small ametrine purple will-o'-wisp carelessly flits out from inside Valandryn's ebon acorn amulet, hovering around his empty right hand and retreats back inside the amulet.
Jaranzair frowns.
Vellani nods slowly.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair reminds, "I never touch such rich foods."
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "Such a magnanimous action."
J>look ard
You see Argent Mirror Ardtin Greyvael Illistim.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is slight in stature. She appears to carry a mature yet vibrant presence. She has long-lashed pale sky blue eyes and fair skin. She has long, sleek fiery copper-red hair caught in a mass of ringlets beneath a diminutive crown of filigree-slatted diamond droplets, leaving the loose tendrils to curl across her temples. She has a refined, high cheekboned architecture to her face and a slender, tapered pair of pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her right hand.
She is wearing a high-arced tatted lace collar scattered with baroque pearls, a web-like shawl of pearlescent silk and velvet, a coat-styled gilded velvet gown covered in seed pearl-inset tulle rosettes with a train of mesh-backed starstone constellations underneath, a pair of ruffled ecru lace half-gloves affixed with lavender jade cameos, and some saffron brocade chopines braced by copper clockwerke heels.
J>look jara
You see Legionnaire Captain Jaranzair Nashal Vaalor the Crimson Legion Officer.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is shorter than average and has a wiry, leanly muscled build. He appears to be a young adult. He has almond-shaped glacial blue eyes and bronze skin. He has long, pin-straight mahogany hair braided from the temples toward a high ponytail secured by a gold-pierced wide leather band. He has an angular face and sharp pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled crimson vylithen half-cape, a vaalorn-riveted dark leather cuirass with a sleeveless ebon linen tunic quilted in a diamond pattern underneath, a gold-forged wyvern coiled around the right bicep, a pair of gilded bracers hammered to a faceted finish, an embossed scabbard secured to a crossed duo of belts, some sharply tailored trousers buttoned diagonally over the hips, and some polished black leather knee-boots.
Jaranzair asks, "Are you sure I should not eat something lighter like that one with the peacock on int?"
Ailre flatly observes, "It's a cookie."
Ailre takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Arbeia glances at Ailre.
Jaranzair glances at Ailre.
Issalya gives a sidelong glance at Ailre.
Speaking squeakily to Jaranzair, Bezzy asks, "I have denied myself the good things, but then I ask what do you work so hard for?"
Ithrenor nudges Ailre sharply in the ribs.
Arbeia looks over at Ailre and shakes her head.
Vellani glances between Ailre and Ithrenor.
Bezzy squeakily says, "A cookie is a fine reward, why not."
Nilandia takes a drink from her honey-swirled tea.
Speaking pointedly to Jaranzair, Ailre says, "I mean, it's delicious and we should enjoy our Argent Mirror's talents."
Arbeia agrees with Ailre.
Speaking to Bezzy, Jaranzair says, "My House and King Tyrnian, of course."
A pained expression crosses Issalya's face.
Fleurs's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Arbeia appears less powerful.
Bezzy nods appreciatively.
Speaking reluctantly to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "As you wish."
Jaranzair helps himself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Bezzy leans forward.
Ardtin gazes hopefully at Jaranzair.
Arelder leans against a filigreed silver table.
Ailre murmurs into his teacup.
Jaranzair clears his throat as he observes the large quantity of burghal gnomes watching him.
Arbeia smiles at Jaranzair.
A corona of niveous light surrounds a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck before fading away.
Vellani stares at Jaranzair.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair whispers aloud, "I did not expect an audience."
Nilandia chuckles to herself.
Yhtrinn shifts his eyes to Jaranzair.
J>gaze wind
You gaze through the glaesine window and see...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175702)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Obvious paths: none
Tabubu turns her head slightly to the side and stares off into the distance, effectively ignoring her surroundings.
Bezzy whistles a jaunty tune and glances about the area.
J>turn wind
Speaking laughingly to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "They're just as interested to hear your opinion of my recipes."
You turn to face an arched glaesine window.
Ithrenor allows, "Well, it's not often we see people refuse cookies."
The area around Tabubu glows brightly as her leathery handwraps discharge a field of energy.
Arbeia agrees with Ardtin.
Ailre gazes heavenward.
Ithrenor murmurs to Ailre, "Especially him."
Tabubu's expression briefly flickers with bewilderment.
Vellani glances at a mirrored glaesine case.
Ailre coughs loudly into his sleeve.
Vellani helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Arbeia glances down.
Jaranzair sniffs at his walnut cookie.
Arbeia shakes her head.
Arbeia takes a moment to observe Jaranzair.
Yhtrinn appears to lose some internal strength.
Yhtrinn returns to normal color.
Yhtrinn becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Yhtrinn seems a bit less imposing.
A series of glaes black lines suddenly appears on Yhtrinn's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
The misty halo fades from Yhtrinn.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Yhtrinn suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
The deep blue glow leaves Yhtrinn.
Yhtrinn takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
Yhtrinn becomes solid again.
Yhtrinn seems to lose some dexterity.
The air about Yhtrinn stops shimmering.
Jaranzair allows, "It smells pleasant."
Arbeia nods at Jaranzair.
Nilandia whispers to the group, "So who wants to bake these cookies and give them to him when we get back?"
Ardtin takes a bite of her walnut cookie.
Aubriella's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin agrees, "I certainly hope so."
A waterfall of smoldering saffron light briefly cascades from a bronze and acacia fetish set with a swirled lightning glass shard dangling from Arbeia's wrist.
The light blue glow leaves Vellani.
Vellani appears to lose some internal strength.
Vellani becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Vellani.
The deep blue glow leaves Vellani.
The bright luminescence fades from around Vellani.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Vellani.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Vellani suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Vellani seems a bit less imposing.
Vellani returns to normal color.
The air about Vellani stops shimmering.
Vellani becomes solid again.
Vellani takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.
A series of aubergine lines suddenly appears on Vellani's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.
The misty halo fades from Vellani.
Ardtin takes a moment to observe Jaranzair.
J>look jara
You see Legionnaire Captain Jaranzair Nashal Vaalor the Crimson Legion Officer.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is shorter than average and has a wiry, leanly muscled build. He appears to be a young adult. He has almond-shaped glacial blue eyes and bronze skin. He has long, pin-straight mahogany hair braided from the temples toward a high ponytail secured by a gold-pierced wide leather band. He has an angular face and sharp pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in his right hand.
He is wearing a gilt-marbled crimson vylithen half-cape, a vaalorn-riveted dark leather cuirass with a sleeveless ebon linen tunic quilted in a diamond pattern underneath, a gold-forged wyvern coiled around the right bicep, a pair of gilded bracers hammered to a faceted finish, an embossed scabbard secured to a crossed duo of belts, some sharply tailored trousers buttoned diagonally over the hips, and some polished black leather knee-boots.
Jaranzair lets out another exasperated sigh.
Nilandia takes a moment to observe Jaranzair.
Speaking crossly to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "You do not have to watch so closely."
Ardtin laughs!
Arbeia says, "She wishes to see you enjoy it to the fullest."
Arbeia nods at Jaranzair.
Arbeia smiles at Ardtin.
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "But the rest of the crowd is, so I felt it necessary to join in."
Arelder removes a thorn-tooled emerald leather journal from in his austere cloak.
Tabubu glances sharply at Arbeia.
Arelder carefully opens his emerald leather journal.
Issalya giggles.
Arbeia smiles at Tabubu.
Arelder removes a well-oiled dark walnut stylus from in his emerald leather journal.
Arelder turns to the next page of his journal.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
J>mychar wonders how a Legionairre Captain can be scared to eat a cookie
Naethun wonders how a Legionairre Captain can be scared to eat a cookie
Bezzy takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Arbeia whispers something to Tabubu.
The visage of a kish'enda briefly obscures Tabubu's face before the illusion shatters into motes of niveous light.
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Arelder turns to the next page of his journal.
The dull golden nimbus fades from around Tabubu.
Arbeia whispers something to Tabubu.
Tabubu's shoulders shake subtly as she struggles to compose her features, revealing a glimmer of mirth before returning to a poker face.
Tabubu clears her throat.
Tabubu rolls her eyes at Arbeia.
Jaranzair sniffs at his walnut cookie.
Arbeia smiles.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Arbeia folds her hands.
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Jaranzair takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Arbeia nods.
Speaking quickly to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "It's not going to attack you, Jaranzair."
Jaranzair lifts both of his eyebrows in surprise, a flash of delight lighting his eyes. "Oh...!"
J>peer jara
You peer quizzically at Jaranzair.
Arelder turns to the next page of his journal.
J>chuckle
You chuckle.
Vellani breathes in slightly.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
J>say ::jara good?
Speaking to Jaranzair, you ask, "Good?"
Speaking to Jaranzair, Aubriella asks, "It's quite wonderful, isn't it?"
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Ardtin raises an eyebrow in Jaranzair's direction.
Jaranzair lets out a surprisingly delighted laugh, uncharacteristically merry.
Arbeia blinks.
Jaranzair says, "Mm... Mhm..."
Bezzy lets out a cheer!
Jaranzair nods at Ardtin.
Nilandia smiles.
Jaranzair takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Ardtin says, "Oh."
Arbeia says, "Ah, very good."
Issalya surreptitiously glances at a mirrored glaesine case.
Arbeia nods.
Arelder turns to the next page of his journal.
Fleurs nods approvingly.
The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
Teveriel looks lost in thought.
Arelder gently waves his fingers over the page of his open journal.
Arbeia says, "You have won him over with your recipe."
Speaking delightedly to Ardtin, Nilandia says, "I do believe he likes it."
Arbeia nods at Ardtin.
Fleurs says, "They are delicious."
Arelder bends over his journal and begins writing with his stylus. After a moment, he lifts his head and scans back over what he has written with a critical eye.
Arbeia says, "He is now a changed man."
Arbeia nods at Ardtin.
Arbeia glances at Jaranzair and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Arelder drops a well-oiled dark walnut stylus.
Arelder picks up a well-oiled dark walnut stylus.
Arelder coughs.
Bezzy grins at Jaranzair from ear to ear.
Yhtrinn frowns.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre whispers aloud, "So that's how it happened?"
Arelder put a well-oiled dark walnut stylus in his emerald leather journal.
Arelder gently closes his emerald leather journal.
Arelder put a thorn-tooled emerald leather journal in his austere cloak.
Arelder ponders.
Nebulous wisps of viridian energy rise up from Valandryn's void black leathers and quickly disperse.
Vellani raises an eyebrow.
J>glance between ail and ithre
You glance between Ailre and Ithrenor.
Arelder glances between Ailre and Ithrenor.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps shimmer slightly, fading after a few short pulses.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "This is quite delicious."
Jaranzair takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Rivienne whispers to the group, "It is amazing how time does change us."
Bezzy helps himself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Fleurs adopts an agreeable expression.
Arbeia agrees with Rivienne.
Jaranzair adds, "Though, I expect I will need to perform extra laps to account for it."
Jaranzair takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Ailre glances between Arelder and yourself.
Arbeia shakes her head.
Ithrenor nods slightly at Rivienne.
Nilandia whispers to the group, "Or perhaps doesn't."
Aubriella whispers to the group, "It's difficult to resist a good cookie."
Ailre whispers aloud, "The more... current one has a penchant for sweets."
Nilandia helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Ithrenor nudges Ailre sharply again with his elbow.
Nilandia carefully placed a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her faenor-hued mantle.
Issalya gazes with interest at Ailre.
J>nod under ail
You nod understandingly at Ailre.
Vellani nods faintly at Ailre.
Arbeia quietly says, "I understand this quite well."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia smiles.
Speaking amusedly to Jaranzair, Ardtin agrees, "It's a good balance, then."
Tabubu whispers to the group, "Perhaps this is where he fell in love with her, it is sometimes the smallest things like a cookie."
Arbeia whispers to the group, "Well then, you're welcome."
Arbeia nods.
J>nod agree tab
You nod in agreement at Tabubu.
Arbeia smiles.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "Balance. I am always being told I need that."
Jaranzair shakes his head.
J>whis group you still turned us into gnomes
You whisper, "You still turned us into gnomes." to your group.
J>stare arb
You stare at Arbeia.
Tabubu tilts her head in Arbeia's general direction, the folds of her hood obscuring her expression from view.
Ardtin flashes a quick grin at Jaranzair.
Yhtrinn stares unwaveringly at Arbeia.
Arbeia whispers to the group, "No the book did. I do not have that kind of magic."
Teveriel whispers to the group, "I wonder if we were meant to do something. Accomplish some end."
Arbeia whispers to the group, "What if this was what we were meant to accomplish or simply witness and take part in?"
Arbeia whispers to the group, "Sometimes the smallest acts..."
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "Allegedly, I am far too serious."
Nilandia whispers to the group, "Hard to say until the lesson is complete."
Arbeia nods at Nilandia.
Arelder whispers to the group, "This is not foul magic... whatever it is. I agree with Arbeia... we are meant to witness this."
Arbeia smiles at Arelder.
J>look are
You see Arelder Ronne the Armiger of the North.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is taller than average and has a robust and strapping physique. He appears to be an adult. He has crystal blue eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, straight golden blonde hair. He has a square-jawed face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an austere cloak of bresuna dyed a deep midnight blue, a gold-trimmed midnight blue surcoat embroidered with a stylized edelweiss, a polished vultite chain hauberk, a thick gold ring, a leather belt, an engraved silver drinking horn, a dashing ale brown scabbard, a neutral-toned pouch of diamond-scaled rattlesnake skin, some golden linen breeches, some brown boots, and a gilded rolaren round shield emblazoned with an edelweiss.
Ardtin glances at Jaranzair and feigns shock, clutching her cookie to her chest.
J>prof are
Vellani whispers to the group, "What if we did the wrong thing and became stuck, or worse, undid something important?"
Arbeia whispers to the group, "At least we have sweets?"
Arbeia glances at Vellani.
The halfling hand fetish suspended from Tabubu's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against her sternum before falling silent again.
Nilandia whispers to the group, "Then it is already done and we cannot but move forward."
Tabubu whispers to the group, "In the moment, we are still in a moment, patiences."
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "How else am I to be, though? One must be vigilant in these times."
Rivienne whispers to the group, "We only came upon the book, I wonder if someone else was using it for their own means."
Vellani frowns at Rivienne.
Speaking curiously to Jaranzair, Nilandia asks, "In these times, sir?"
Bezzy squeakily whispers aloud, "This is so wonderful! To see this friendship begin with our mutual love for tia...cookies."
Jaranzair looks thoughtfully at Nilandia.
Speaking sincerely to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "You are always so serious, you should make time to be... less so."
Arbeia agrees with Ardtin.
Bezzy whispers to the group, "Especially as a gnome, to see the beginning."
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin asks, "Have you considered joining Aeriadrn and Murstyr for their forays?"
Bezzy whispers to the group, "I mean, an elf!"
Arelder whispers to the group, "So many memories are lost to the ages... so little is actually recorded. The world seems almost intent on draining itself of memory. We should consider ourselves blessed for the chance to see such an event. However small."
Fleurs's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
Speaking briefly to Nilandia, Jaranzair explains, "The Ardenai, the orcs."
J>shiv
You shiver.
Arelder whispers to the group, "Plus... how often do we see Tabubu look so... ...adorable!"
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "Murstyr is incessantly bothering me to do so, but I really do not have time. It was only due to your coronation I was granted leave for the weekend."
(Nilandia's expression clears and she simply nods to Jaranzair in understanding.)
Arbeia glances at Tabubu.
Arbeia smirks.
Tabubu squints at Arelder.
The halfling hand fetish suspended from Tabubu's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against her sternum before falling silent again.
Arelder flashes a quick grin at Tabubu.
Tabubu twitches her elegant fingers ever so briefly.
Arelder quickly ducks behind Arbeia.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "I will be back on the border by Leyan, I expect."
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin asks, "Should I write to Tyrnian, then?"
Arbeia smiles at Arelder.
Speaking quickly to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "No."
Ardtin takes a bite of her walnut cookie.
A muted crackle emanates from Issalya's herb basket.
Jaranzair shakes his head.
Vellani raises an eyebrow.
Ardtin nods once at Jaranzair.
Speaking to Jaranzair, Ardtin says, "The offer still stands, however."
Jaranzair nods slightly at Ardtin.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "I should escort you back before Aeriadrn panics. Or panics further."
Speaking amusedly to Jaranzair, Ardtin mentions, "I caught him hyperventilating the other evening because I decided to walk around the Keep."
Arelder ponders.
Arelder removes a wintercrisp apple from in his austere cloak.
Arbeia glances at Arelder.
Arelder put a wintercrisp apple on a filigreed silver table.
Bezzy covers his mouth and chortles away behind his hand.
Speaking to Ardtin, Jaranzair says, "He is... new. Young. It is expected. The new recruits are much the same, in the early days."
A corona of niveous light surrounds a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck before fading away.
Valandryn's ebon acorn amulet flickers various shades of purple.
Jaranzair glances around the room.
Arbeia smiles at Jaranzair.
Teveriel takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Jaranzair says, "If you will excuse us."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia says, "Of course."
J>nod under jara
Issalya curtsies politely.
You nod understandingly at Jaranzair.
Arbeia bows.
Jaranzair glances over his shoulder at a mirrored glaesine case.
Arelder bows to Jaranzair.
Rivienne nods politely.
Jaranzair helps himself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Ardtin drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.
The semitransparent image of an enormous scorpion flickers into life before skittering away in a burst of smoldering saffron motes.
J>grin jara
You grin at Jaranzair.
Sapphire blue light blooms from Bezzy's casting leathers's core as he crosses his forearm over his chest and executes a short bow.
Arelder sits down.
With one leg awkwardly placed behind the other, Vellani attempts to curtsy, only to stumble and almost fall.
Straightening her back, Rivienne gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.
Ardtin politely reminds, "You should at least take another cookie or three."
J>whis jara try a truffle
You quietly whisper to Jaranzair, "Try a truffle."
Arbeia smiles at Ardtin.
Issalya surreptitiously glances at a mirrored glaesine case.
Arbeia says, "Thank you for sharing those recipes so we may all enjoy them."
J>look on case
On the glaesine case:
Containers [1]: a glazed pale blue porcelain teapot
Food/Drink [3]: a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie, a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald, a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar
Total items: 4
Arbeia nods at Ardtin.
Ardtin warmly asks, "And I hope to see you all about the city-state again soon?"
Arelder removes a wintercrisp apple from on a filigreed silver table.
Teveriel assures, "We most likely will."
Arelder put a wintercrisp apple in his austere cloak.
Bezzy takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani mouths, "Thank you."
Arelder removes a shiny coin from in his austere cloak.
Arelder put a shiny coin on a filigreed silver table.
J>nod agree ard
You nod in agreement at Ardtin.
Speaking to Ardtin, Teveriel says, "I dare say you shall."
Speaking to Ardtin, Nilandia says, "I have no doubt."
Teveriel performs a bow characteristic of the Vaalor.
Arbeia nods.
Ithrenor says, "Soon, yes."
Nilandia glances at Ardtin and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Tabubu gazes thoughtfully at a mirrored glaesine case.
Jaranzair takes Ardtin's arm again and escorts her to the door, pausing a moment to allow for farewells.
J>glance ithre
You glance at Ithrenor.
J>grin nae
You try hard not to grin.
Tabubu helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Bezzy takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Tabubu put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her silken underrobe.
Rivienne glances at a mirrored glaesine case.
Ardtin smiles.
J>whis group soon, as in a few hundred years
You whisper, "Soon, as in a few hundred years." to your group.
Arelder stands up.
Rivienne sighs.
Ardtin inclines her head.
Bezzy helps himself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Rivienne helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Rivienne gazes thoughtfully at her walnut cookie.
Ailre stands up.
Ailre bows to Ardtin.
Vellani glances at a mirrored glaesine case.
A feather soft wind stirs the air, and a single, silvery spectral feather coasts by on its currents before evaporating.
Fleurs fidgets.
Vellani put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her herb basket.
Fleurs helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Ithrenor stands up.
Vellani helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Fleurs put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her silk components pack.
Ithrenor bows to Ardtin.
Yhtrinn blinks.
Fleurs helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps waver from sight, shimmering slightly as they become solid again.
Fleurs put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her silk components pack.
Fleurs helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Fleurs put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her silk components pack.
Speaking to Ardtin, Ithrenor says, "Your Reflection."
Fleurs pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Fleurs put a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in her silk components pack.
Jaranzair nods once.
Arelder whispers to the group, "If I could trust this were a real trip to the past and not an illusion... I would gladly spend the rest of my days as a gnome."
Legionnaire Captain Jaranzair just went out.
J>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor, Argent Mirror Ardtin
Obvious exits: out
Ardtin glances out.
Fleurs glances over at Arelder and winces.
Ardtin laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Arbeia smiles.
Bezzy lets out a sigh of relief.
Nilandia smiles.
Ardtin says, "The cookies, I suppose. Or the sugar."
Arbeia nods at Ardtin.
Arbeia adopts an agreeable expression.
Ardtin inclines her head.
Argent Mirror Ardtin just went out.
Ithrenor smirks.
Aubriella helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Aubriella put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Aubriella helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Issalya lets out a long, contemplative breath.
Ithrenor slowly empties his lungs.
Aubriella put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Aubriella helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Aubriella put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Aubriella pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Ailre glances out.
Aubriella put a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in her pure cream silk longcoat.
Tabubu turns away from Arelder, ignoring him.
Teveriel takes a bite of his feather-inked macaron.
Arbeia helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Rivienne whispers to the group, "Why would you make that change?"
Arbeia just opened a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
Ailre takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
Teveriel takes a bite of his feather-inked macaron.
Ithrenor says, "So, I was going to say we should probably not interact with anyone but... I suppose that ship has sailed, as they say."
Fleurs chuckles to herself.
Vellani frowns at Ithrenor.
Arbeia put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her cameline wrap.
Teveriel says, "So it seems."
J>glance arb
You glance at Arbeia.
Rivienne agrees with Ithrenor.
Issalya nods slowly at Ithrenor.
Arbeia shrugs at you.
Tabubu nods knowingly at Ithrenor.
Nilandia helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
Nilandia put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her faenor-hued mantle.
Nilandia helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Arbeia just closed a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
Nilandia put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her faenor-hued mantle.
A pained expression crosses Vellani's face.
A corona of niveous light surrounds a bone-topped halfling hand fetish wearing a threaded black pearl signet ring suspended from Tabubu's neck before fading away.
Nilandia helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "It would have been rude to not address them, however."
Nilandia put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her faenor-hued mantle.
Bezzy gazes with awe at Arelder.
Arbeia agrees with Ailre.
Ithrenor glances at Ailre.
Issalya helps herself to a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie.
Arbeia says, "Imagine ignoring The Mirror."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Aubriella asks, "At least he liked the cookie?"
Issalya put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her components satchel.
Nilandia says, "We didn't exactly have much choice."
Teveriel pointedly notes, "However, we are still here."
Issalya helps herself to a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald.
The visage of a scorpion briefly obscures Arbeia's face before the illusion shatters into motes of smoldering saffron light.
Issalya put a peacock feather-inked macaron awash in lapis and emerald in her components satchel.
Speaking to Aubriella, Ithrenor says, "Unsurprising."
Issalya helps herself to a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar.
Aubriella says, "Perhaps it will have a positive effect."
Issalya put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in her components satchel.
Aubriella shifts her weight.
Issalya pours herself a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani laments, "We are still here."
Arelder whispers to the group, "I would try and find a way to avert the loss of life in Talador... however small my chances."
Speaking to Aubriella, Ithrenor says, "Sweethen will do well from it."
Issalya put a glazed porcelain cup of honey-swirled tea in her components satchel.
Aubriella nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Speaking to Vellani, Ithrenor says, "I have been working on that in my head."
Fleurs agrees with Vellani.
Vellani gazes with interest at Ithrenor.
Rivienne nods at Arelder.
Arbeia ponders.
Arelder whispers to the group, "...but, unfortunately, I do not think this is real. It is a waystation on the road Koar has placed us."
J>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious exits: out
Ithrenor says, "I have a good idea of where we are..."
Nilandia whispers to the group, "Indeed, I will need to meditate on this one for a while to discern the lesson."
Ithrenor adds, "Or when we are."
Tabubu turns an inquisitive ear toward Ithrenor.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani says, "But why."
Issalya says, "Yes, they certainly helped us narrow it down with their commentary."
Speaking to Vellani, Ithrenor says, "That I cannot say. It would be best to study the book, I imagine."
Arbeia says, "The book.... wonder if it is here in the bakery somewhere."
Vellani asks, "The book... would be in the Keep?"
Arelder whispers to the group, "Perhaps the lesson is merely expressionistic... not a concrete idea, but a feeling?"
Ithrenor says, "Let us go outside. I would hate to accidentally blow up the bakery or send it to some other dimension."
Arbeia says, "When it was... new."
Arelder nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Teveriel dryly says, "That would be less than ideal."
Speaking to Arbeia, Nilandia says, "Possibly, since these are her recipes here."
Fleurs nods in agreement.
Issalya nods in agreement at Teveriel.
Valandryn tucks away his vaalorn cufflinks.
Arbeia nods at Nilandia.
J>look
[Lady Goosen's Baked Goods - ] (u175702)
The unpainted cobblestone walls are decorated with lengths of pavonated floral jacquard, the fabric framing the arched glaesine windows. Neatly stacked crates and barrels partially obscure the kitchen behind a crescentic glaesine case, each one affixed with a stack of stamped parchment. Several velvet-padded chairs encircle the various filigreed silver tables scattered across the ivory and sapphire-tiled floor. You also see the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn who is sitting, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious exits: out
Arbeia says, "A shame the cheesecake was not here."
Vellani put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her herb basket.
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor says, "I expect the book would be in her quarters."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "Ah yes."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
J>consider
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Yhtrinn, Ithrenor says, "If you do not fancy remaining a gnome, I would suggest standing, friend."
Arbeia smiles at Ithrenor.
Yhtrinn stands up.
Yhtrinn nods.
Arelder chuckles.
Arbeia says, "Very good."
Scholar Ithrenor's group just went out.
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175701)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: none
Bezzy turns up his lips in a silly, self-conscious smile.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
J>mychar would love to break into the Argent Mirrors room and steal the book, for fun
Naethun would love to break into the Argent Mirrors room and steal the book, for fun
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "These legs get tired more frequently."
Nilandia surveys the area.
Ithrenor slowly empties his lungs.
Ithrenor takes a bite of his white chocolate truffle.
Tabubu squeakily says, "It is wrong is what it is."
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Bezzy nods understandingly at Ailre.
Ithrenor takes a bite of his white chocolate truffle.
The area around Tabubu glows brightly as her leathery handwraps discharge a field of energy.
Arbeia says, "Tabubu the change in your voice is...."
Arbeia says, "Unnerving."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175701)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline. You also see the Valandryn disk, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Naethun disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: none
Arbeia says, "I will try to forget it when we have been restored."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Ithrenor closes his eyes.
Arelder chuckles.
Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.
Arelder flashes a wide grin at Arbeia.
Arbeia smirks at Arelder.
Ailre takes a few steps back.
J>look dai
Suspended in the air, with no visible means of support, the dais is ringed with marble columns and capped with a domed roof.
J>look build
The white building is set with an arched blue doorway. Both walls and door are filmed slightly.
Aubriella's sentient potato boasts, "My mom slayed a winged zombie captain once!"
Tabubu lifts her gaze slowly toward Arbeia through lowered lashes before flicking them upwards into a subtle eyeroll as she mutters "E'ka'ri shao" through clenched teeth.
Issalya glances dubiously at Aubriella.
Arbeia shakes her head.
Ithrenor holds his forefinger and thumb together and traces an invisible line through the air in front of him.
Nothing happens.
Ithrenor frowns.
Vellani glances at Ithrenor.
Issalya tilts her head slightly, turning her attention to Ithrenor. She regards Ithrenor in a measured fashion, collecting her thoughts.
Ithrenor shakes his head.
Arbeia says, "I will make it up to you soon."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Are you weaving in the... that's the word..."
Ithrenor murmurs something under his breath, then attempts to trace the line again. This time, a faint trail of blue follows in the wake of his movements.
Ithrenor distractedly glances at Ailre.
Arbeia takes a moment to observe Ithrenor.
Speaking annoyedly to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I was."
Nilandia takes a moment to observe Ithrenor.
Teveriel settles his gaze on Ithrenor, watching him intently.
Speaking amusedly to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Just an observation."
Yhtrinn takes a moment to observe Ithrenor.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "Hush."
Ithrenor waves a hand at Ailre, dismissing him indifferently.
Speaking in Erithian to Ithrenor, Ailre says something you don't understand.
J>nod enc ithre
You nod encouragingly at Ithrenor.
A corona of smoldering saffron light surrounds a bronze and acacia fetish set with a swirled lightning glass shard dangling from Arbeia's wrist before fading away.
Ailre takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175701)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline. You also see the Valandryn disk, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Naethun disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: none
Ithrenor rolls his eyes once, then closes them again, attempting his quiet incantation a third time. The air seems to shimmer around a blue line that appears, this time remaining without interruption.
Bezzy gazes at his reflection in the cat-shaped mirror.
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175701)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline. You also see the Valandryn disk, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Naethun disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: none
J>look ithre
You see Scholar Ithrenor Faleth Vaalor.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Winedotter Bloodline.
He is tall and has a lithesome, nimble build. He appears to be of indeterminate age. He has bright ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, auburn blonde hair centrally braided to a high half-ponytail, with thinner ring-bound plaits branching off to swoop behind his ears, disappearing into the fall of wavy locks tumbling over his shoulders. He has an angular face, a pair of copper-framed spectacles perched upon his nose and long, curved ears dotted with freckles across the points.
He has two ebon-inked concentric circles connected by radial linework on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an azure-on-beige plaid ascot shot with thin olivine lines, a sage green tweed jacket divided by waxed suede lapels, a fitted cocoa leather vest secured by gold-framed pearl buttons over a fine linen shirt with turned cuffs, assorted copper rings, a hip-strapped cire leather bookbag, a pair of flat-front oyster maedatha pants, and a pair of suede ankle boots with pale tartan vamps.
Tabubu drums her fingers on the surface of her robe, and small wisps of vapor puff out after each impact.
Vellani looks thoughtfully at Ithrenor.
As Ithrenor continues to murmur quietly, the line tears open.
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - ] (u175701)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline. You also see a jagged bluish tear in reality, the Valandryn disk, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk and the Naethun disk.
Also here: Fleurs, The Infamous Tabubu, Arbeia, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Bezzy, Lord Teveriel, Rivienne, Loremaster Issalya, Lady Vellani, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Valandryn, Aubriella, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: none
J>glance tear
Ithrenor opens one eye.
You glance at a jagged bluish tear in reality.
Vellani glances at a jagged bluish tear in reality.
Ithrenor nods once.
J>'go through?
Bezzy gazes with interest at a jagged bluish tear in reality.
You ask, "Go through?"
Ithrenor says, "Hopefully."
Arbeia slowly empties her lungs.
Arbeia glances at a jagged bluish tear in reality.
Fleurs fidgets.
Valandryn steps into a jagged bluish tear in reality, disappearing in a blurry wave of auroral hues and inky black smears.
Bezzy steps into a jagged bluish tear in reality, disappearing in a blurry wave of auroral hues and inky black smears.
Teveriel steps into a jagged bluish tear in reality, disappearing in a blurry wave of auroral hues and inky black smears.
Fleurs steps into a jagged bluish tear in reality, disappearing in a blurry wave of auroral hues and inky black smears.
Arbeia steps into a jagged bluish tear in reality, disappearing in a blurry wave of auroral hues and inky black smears.
Ailre seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
Yhtrinn seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
Issalya seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
Ithrenor seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
Arelder seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
J>go tear
Nilandia seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
Tabubu seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.
You step into a jagged bluish tear in reality. Your surroundings waver, blurring as they are run through with auroral hues and smears of inky black. When everything comes into sharp focus again, you find yourself somewhere else, feeling a bit different.
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 185] (u13100044)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline. You also see an ebullient luck spirit that is flying around and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Bezzy, Valandryn
Obvious paths: northeast, southeast
Issalya appears in a wavy blur of auroral hues and smears of inky black. She looks slightly disoriented.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Aubriella appears in a wavy blur of auroral hues and smears of inky black. She looks slightly disoriented.
Teveriel surveys the area.
Arelder appears in a wavy blur of auroral hues and smears of inky black. He looks slightly disoriented.
A large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot flies in.
Arbeia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Ithrenor appears in a wavy blur of auroral hues and smears of inky black. He looks slightly disoriented.
Ithrenor's group follows behind.
A roguish forest spirit floats in, following Nilandia.
Fleurs slowly empties her lungs.
A citrine-eyed imposing horned owl flies in.
Valandryn says, "Still in one piece."
Issalya glances around the area.
Tabubu takes a deep breath.
Aubriella gives a sigh of relief.
>blink
You blink.
Nilandia surveys the area.
Ithrenor glances around the area.
Yhtrinn gazes at his reflection in the teacup-shaped mirror.
Teveriel says, "Well, none of you are gnomes anymore."
Fleurs says, "Thank goodness."
Yhtrinn sighs.
Tabubu squeakily asks, "Did it work?"
>look tab
You see The Infamous Tabubu the Officer of the Obsidian Tower.
She appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
She is diminutive in height and has smooth, koa-toned skin.
She has a su'chao silk cowl weighted with briolettes of obsidian wreathing her shoulders and neck, the hood of which is pulled up around her head and casting shadows upon her features.
She has a wild black rose tattoo on her ankle, and a triangle-framed open eye tattoo entwined in ivy on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a carved faenor briar choker backed in smooth copper, a small obsidian rose pin, a viridescent su'chao silk robe, an iridescent scale waist-cincher secured by interlocking copper rings, a silken underrobe artfully sewn to fall in sensuous ripples, some leathery handwraps with exposed fingertips, a wide ebony signet ring, a coiled dark copper vine anklet, and a pair of soft ebon footwraps.
Speaking to Bezzy, Teveriel says, "Well. You are."
Fleurs nods in agreement at Tabubu.
Tabubu clears her throat.
>nod tab
You nod at Tabubu.
Ithrenor says, "I hope."
Vellani lets out a sigh of relief.
Yhtrinn says, "Oh thank the Patriarch."
A kaleidoscope of spectral butterflies flutters out from inside Vellani's capelet, dropping a round mosaic-inlaid mirror into her hand.
Ithrenor says, "I do feel tall again."
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor.
Vellani gazes at her reflection in the mosaic-inlaid mirror.
Arbeia just opened a lush paisley cameline wrap edged with glass beadwork.
Arbeia removes a tarnished silver mirror from in her cameline wrap.
Ithrenor reaches out and holds Arbeia's hand.
Ailre stretches.
Arbeia gazes at her reflection in the silver mirror.
>say ::tab you look yourself again
Nilandia sets about preparing herself to be as presentable as possible.
Speaking to Tabubu, you say, "You look yourself again."
A low creak sounds from Valandryn's direction.
Bezzy points at himself.
Arbeia says, "Ah good."
>att arm
You currently have no valid target. You will need to specify one.
Bezzy gazes at his reflection in the cat-shaped mirror.
Arbeia says, "I am restored."
>atten arm
Speaking haltingly to Tabubu, Arelder asks, "I really... was just joking... before... no... uh... hard feelings?"
You attend to your black leather armor, making the armor as presentable as possible.
Arbeia nods.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani relievedly says, "I am me."
Issalya joins Ithrenor's group.
Bezzy squeakily exclaims, "Oh, I'm a gnome!"
Bezzy turns his eyes to the sky and gazes upward enviously.
>look
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 185] (u13100044)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline. You also see a citrine-eyed imposing horned owl that is flying around, a roguish forest spirit that is flying around, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk, a lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot that is flying around, the Naethun disk, an ebullient luck spirit that is flying around and the Valandryn disk.
Also here: The Infamous Tabubu, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Scholar Ailre, Ithrenor, Arelder, Aubriella, Loremaster Issalya, Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Bezzy, Valandryn
Obvious paths: northeast, southeast
Ithrenor says, "There is an easy way to test what just happened."
>look bez
Bezzy's movements blur as the very air surrounding him warps in as time appears to stutter and hasten before him.
A vortex of air spins and whirls around Bezzy.
You see Bezzy the Spellweaver of Solhaven.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Withycombe Bloodline.
He is short. He appears to radiate confidence with a hint of youthful spark. He has sparkling sapphire blue eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy deep red hair swept back from the temples. He has a broad face, a pair of clockwerke-set spectacles perched upon his pointed nose and protruding ears. He has a platinum clockwork owl perched on his shoulder.
He gives off a serene demeanor.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in his right hand and a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in his left hand.
He is wearing a fuzzy high-crowned hat, a loosely woven garland of bright tangerine poppies and brilliant golden sunflowers, a gear-inset veniom ferrigem, a cloudy grey cire raincoat speckled with opalescent scales, a tiny enamel cookie pin sprinkled with colorful crystal sugars, a silk-lined midnight blue vest, a striped grey-on-black cotton shirt, a pair of felt gloves trimmed in yellow-gold electrum, a mechanical limb, some ensigiled casting leathers, a mithril-framed eisenruck with honey-colored panels, a gear-studded scarlet toolbelt, a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces, some charcoal tweed trousers interwoven in whiskey-toned threads, and some stylish shimmering aqilorn slippers.
Vellani sashays in a circle to the left.
Ithrenor glances at a bakery building.
Nilandia smiles at Vellani.
Tabubu gazes at her reflection in the handheld mirror.
Teveriel joins Ithrenor's group.
Fleurs asks, "Check the bakery?"
Arbeia put a tarnished silver mirror in her cameline wrap.
Tabubu lets out a sigh of relief.
Fleurs joins Ithrenor's group.
>glance ithr
You glance at Ithrenor.
Ithrenor nods at Fleurs.
Speaking in Elven to Vellani, Nilandia says, "You always were."
Aubriella joins Ithrenor's group.
>join ith
You join Ithrenor.
Aubriella nods in agreement.
Arelder joins Ithrenor's group.
The warmth works its way toward you, and your shield arm feels much more nimble.
Speaking to Fleurs, Ithrenor says, "Correct."
Valandryn joins Ithrenor's group.
Ecnew just arrived.
Ecnew just went southeast.
Speaking in Dhe'narsi, Tabubu squeakily says, "So much better."
Vellani smiles at Nilandia.
Arbeia glances at Tabubu.
Arelder chuckles.
Tabubu growls ferociously!
Teveriel nods once.
Arbeia says, "Clear your throat."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Speaking to Tabubu, Ithrenor says, "You're still a bit squeaky."
Speaking hopefully to Ithrenor, Fleurs says, "I hope all that trauma was of some use."
Bezzy squeaks, "Only a slight existential crisis."
Tabubu clears her throat.
Ithrenor's group just went through a bakery building.
[Braesella's Baked Goods - 4011] (u13104550)
The cobblestoned walls have been painted a creamy eggshell and the curtains framing the glaesine windows are fashioned of the sheerest white gauze. The shouts and chuckles coming from the kitchen indicate a large and lively group of cooks. The heat of the ovens in the shop's back room blasts outward each time an employee enters and exits the swinging kitchen door. A lovely glaesine case holds treats and sweetmeats of all types. You also see the baker Braesella.
Also here: Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Valandryn, Loremaster Issalya, Aubriella, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Lady Vellani, Rivienne, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, The Infamous Tabubu, Ithrenor
Obvious exits: out
Tabubu clears her throat.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Tabubu quickly lifts the edge of her silk cowl and covers her mouth, only to seconds later issue a muffled cough.
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Issalya frowns.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
J>look on case
On the glaesine case:
Misc [2]: a shiny coin, a sign
Total items: 2
J>read sign
In the Common language, it reads:
Tasty treats and delicious desserts, made fresh to ORDER.
Bezzy just arrived.
A field of anti-magic energy becomes visible, surrounding Tabubu.
Vellani nods to the baker Braesella in greeting.
J>order
Welcome to Braesella's Baked Goods!
The baker Braesella offers her catalog to browse.
Braesella exclaims, "Greetings stranger, have a look around!"
Catalog
----------------------------------------------------------------------
1. a loaf of purple potato bread 8. a maple-glazed crispy doughnut
2. a bowl of strawberry crisp 9. a slice of cranberry apple pie
3. a braided ham and gouda croissant 10. a flaky buttermilk biscuit
4. a slice of almond zucchini cake 11. an orange and chocolate mousse
5. a pecan chocolate brownie 12. a chocolate chunk cookie
6. a honeyberry lemon cream custard 13. a lime cupcake
7. a thick slice of cheesecake
You can APPRAISE, INSPECT or DESCRIBE any item by number, ORDER by number to get pricing and customization options, BUY to purchase, or ORDER HELP for more info.
Bezzy joins Ithrenor's group.
Speaking in Dhe'narsi, Tabubu quietly says, "I am not sure what the problem is. Wicked magic."
J>squint sign
You squint at a sign.
Bezzy put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in his mithril-framed eisenruck.
Bezzy put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in his mithril-framed eisenruck.
A kaleidoscope of butterflies takes Vellani's mosaic-inlaid mirror from her, disappearing inside her capelet.
Tabubu snorts!
J>get my truff
You remove a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar from in your black pack.
Arbeia says, "There is a cheesecake on the menu."
J>tilt my truff
You tilt your white chocolate truffle side to side, making the light play off it.
The semitransparent image of an enormous scorpion flickers into life before skittering away in a burst of smoldering saffron motes.
Arbeia says, "I wonder...."
Arbeia ponders.
J>stow right
You put a peahen-shaped white chocolate truffle dusted in pearlescent sugar in your black pack.
The angry throaty growl of a kish'enda suddenly erupts from near Tabubu.
J>look
[Braesella's Baked Goods - 4011] (u13104550)
The cobblestoned walls have been painted a creamy eggshell and the curtains framing the glaesine windows are fashioned of the sheerest white gauze. The shouts and chuckles coming from the kitchen indicate a large and lively group of cooks. The heat of the ovens in the shop's back room blasts outward each time an employee enters and exits the swinging kitchen door. A lovely glaesine case holds treats and sweetmeats of all types. You also see a lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues, the Valandryn disk, the Vellani disk, the Yhtrinn disk, the Naethun disk, an ebullient luck spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot that is flying around, a citrine-eyed imposing horned owl that is flying around, a roguish forest spirit that is flying around and the baker Braesella.
Also here: Bezzy, The Infamous Tabubu, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Rivienne, Lady Vellani, Scholar Ailre, Arelder, Aubriella, Loremaster Issalya, Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Valandryn, Ithrenor
Obvious exits: out
Speaking to Arbeia, Arelder asks, "The coin I placed on the table is gone... was it an illusion? Or actually the past?"
Bezzy squeakily says, "I have had the cookie in the catalog. It's not the same, but still exquisite."
Rivienne just left.
Rivienne meanders in, nose in a book. With a start, she becomes aware of her surroundings and quickly puts the book away.
Ailre spends some time haggling with Braesella.
Ithrenor asks, "You left something behind?"
Fleurs nods at Bezzy.
Arelder looks over at Ithrenor and shakes his head.
Issalya gets a blank look on her face.
Ailre takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Arbeia says, "Areldar has now changed the currency of these lands."
Arbeia snickers.
Yhtrinn snorts!
Speaking to Ithrenor, Arelder says, "Nothing important."
J>look tea
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon is a teadragon of the jade variety. This chameleon-like creature has stark white vestigial wings, and her dark sapphire tail looks prehensile. With a glistening milky blue jade hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the glimmering plum glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has marbled accents visible against the primary shades. A lithe milky blue jade teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.
Rivienne joins Ithrenor's group.
Tabubu smacks her forehead with the palm of her hand!
Ithrenor glances at a glaesine case.
Arelder smirks at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "No no... im certain it was just a memory."
Arbeia nods.
J>ask brae about open
Braesella gives you a strange look.
J>ask brae
Usage:
ASK {entity} ABOUT/FOR/TO {subject}
Ithrenor asks, "A coin, you say?"
J>ask brae about help
Braesella gives you a strange look.
J>point coin
You point at a shiny coin on a glaesine case.
Ithrenor spends some time haggling with Braesella.
Ithrenor glances at a lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues.
Ithrenor takes a drink from his honey-swirled tea.
J>look coin
You see nothing unusual.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
Issalya gently strokes her milky blue jade teadragon, and she wriggles happily.
J>look on case
On the glaesine case:
Misc [2]: a shiny coin, a sign
Total items: 2
Speaking to Ithrenor, Arelder says, "I left a coin on the table back... well, where we were..."
J>read sign
In the Common language, it reads:
Tasty treats and delicious desserts, made fresh to ORDER.
Ailre casually says, "At least we can consume more of these cookies now."
Ailre takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Arbeia agrees with Ailre.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor whispers aloud, "In truth, I am more concerned about the dais."
Issalya nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Speaking curiously to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Did it break something?"
Ithrenor shrugs at Ailre.
J>'should we see what damage we did?
You ask, "Should we see what damage we did?"
Arbeia makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...
Ithrenor says, "We were touching everything..."
Arbeia gestures.
Arbeia looks charged with power.
An old memory bubbles up from your past, and causes you to reflect a moment. With a flash of insight, you realize you understand yourself a bit better than you did a moment ago. The sudden feeling of self-knowledge is a pleasant one.
A green-eyed ridge caracal saunters in.
Arbeia pets the caracal.
Ithrenor says, "But surely it was a vestige."
Arbeia says, "Ah Moussa."
Arbeia nods at Arelder.
Arelder points at a shiny coin on a glaesine case.
Arbeia glances at a shiny coin on a glaesine case.
Arelder chuckles.
Arbeia glances at Arelder.
Ithrenor asks, "Should we...check?"
Ithrenor frowns.
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor.
Vellani shifts her weight.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "After you, then."
Arbeia gently rubs the ridge caracal on the head and neck. The caracal breathes out a quick sigh.
Vellani nods faintly.
J>exp
Level: 47 Fame: 5,713,514
Experience: 2,385,816 Field Exp: 1,000/984
Ascension Exp: 89,413 Recent Deaths: 0
Total Exp: 2,475,229 Death's Sting: None
Long-Term Exp: 25,804 Deeds: 26
Exp until lvl: 184 Exp to next ATP: 10,587
PTPs/MTPs: 0/181 ATPs: 3
Your mind is completely saturated. It is imperative that you rest immediately!
You feel a strange sense of serenity and find that you are able to reflect on recent events with uncommon clarity and understanding.
You have been experiencing the Wisdom of the Ages for 1 month.
Ailre takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor whispers aloud, "Efald is going to kill us."
Scholar Ithrenor's group just went out.
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 185] (u13100044)
Twin smokestacks protrude from the top of a long, low building. Around their outputs, the marble that makes up the building's cladding is tinged a dirty grey, off from the overall white. A further grey on the building is a filmy shadow, cast from the shape of a floating dais raised over the roofline.
Also here: Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Valandryn, Loremaster Issalya, Aubriella, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Lady Vellani, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, The Infamous Tabubu, Bezzy, Rivienne, Scholar Ithrenor
Obvious paths: northeast, southeast
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
Teveriel says, "If it will ease your mind on the matter."
A kaleidoscope of spectral butterflies flutters out from inside Vellani's capelet, dropping a midnight marbrinus fan wound with creeping corbeau glass n'erenael vines into her hand.
Tabubu quietly says, "Good."
Holding her closed marbrinus fan with straight fingers, Vellani slowly spreads the celestial silver vultite slats to display the fan's twilight blue marbrinus.
J>look build
The white building is set with an arched blue doorway. Both walls and door are filmed slightly.
The building is open.
Aubriella asks, "Where IS Efald?"
Aubriella ponders.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "Maybe he won't notice."
Ithrenor's group just went through a floating dais.
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u13100042)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns, each one simply fluted and carved from perfectly white marble. Within the circle of the columns' embrace, and elevated high off of the ground, a tiny garden of cultivated plants grows. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the Sceptran disk, a sharp-nosed grass wolfhound, the Ewes disk, the Mackers disk, the fiery red Drakarion disk and a silver trash receptacle.
Also here: Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Valandryn, Loremaster Issalya, Aubriella, Arelder, Scholar Ailre, Lady Vellani, Lord Yhtrinn, Nilandia, The Infamous Tabubu, Bezzy, Rivienne, Ithrenor, Eladarmi, Sceptran, Ewes, Mackers, High Lord Drakarion
Obvious paths: south, out
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
The ebon acorn amulet hanging from Valandryn's neck suddenly flares a bright shade of purple.
Arbeia says, "Perhaps we were gone but for a moment here while we were...wherever we were."
J>look gard
The green foliage is sprinkled with tiny white blossoms.
Speaking in Elven, Nilandia observes, "It usually is the first instinct to touch everything on their first experience with this sort of thing."
J>look bench
The bench is backless and armless, with deeply curved cabriole legs and a padded seat.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues darts into the area and up to Issalya.
J>look col
Each white flower is almost two, with one bulbed set of petals surrounded by another set shaped like a star.
Issalya lets out a sigh of relief.
Ailre glances over the garden briefly.
J>look rose
The white roses have pale yellow centers.
J>consider
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
Issalya glances over the garden briefly.
Ithrenor glances south.
Vellani nods slowly.
J>peer south
You peer south and see ...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 188] (u13100042)
In the lee of the floating dais overhead, small shops and temporary stalls are set out to catch potential customers passing by on their way to the gardens. The cobblestones are nearly obscured under the mass of commerce waiting to happen. Around the edges of the courtyard, more permanent buildings fight for the space around their own arched doorways and porticos. You also see an enameled silver signpost.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, southwest, northwest
J>glance south
You glance south.
Vellani gazes south.
Nilandia glances over the garden briefly.
Fleurs whispers to the group, "There's a new direction?"
Fleurs casually observes her surroundings.
Speaking in Elven to Nilandia, Yhtrinn says, "I am glad I did not indulge, then."
The semitransparent image of a fulminous storm griffin flickers into life before soaring away in a burst of arctic blue motes.
Issalya squints at a tiny cultivated garden.
Ithrenor screams!
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor.
The halfling hand fetish suspended from Tabubu's neck starts to twitch with a phantom heartbeat, the surface of it subtly beating disconcertingly against her sternum before falling silent again.
A muted crackle emanates from Issalya's herb basket.
Issalya glances at Ithrenor.
Vellani covers her ears.
J>fidg
You fidget.
Yhtrinn glances south.
Vellani frowns at Ithrenor.
(OOC) Ithrenor's player whispers to the group, "ROFL T YPO."
Rivienne cringes.
Arelder gazes with interest at Ithrenor.
Tabubu wiggles her ears.
Nosing about inside Mackers's collar, the river rat eventually sits up with a dried-up dropping clutched in its jaws. Letting the discovery fall to the ground, the river rat chitters at Mackers, obviously annoyed at his lack of hygiene.
Teveriel glances over the garden briefly.
Ithrenor clears his throat.
(OOC) Arbeia's player whispers to the group, "LOLOLOLOL."
(OOC) Ailre's player whispers to the group, "LOLOLOL."
J>'was the garden their before?
You ask, "Was the garden their before?"
J>look gard
The green foliage is sprinkled with tiny white blossoms.
Issalya says, "No, no it was not."
(OOC) Nilandia's player whispers to the group, "WHUPS."
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor asks, "I think ... we, ah... remember the board?"
Ithrenor glances south.
Aubriella nods.
Arbeia says, "Ah yes, the board."
Ithrenor nods slightly.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Vellani flutters her open marbrinus fan lightly in front of her, her features hidden behind the glimmering florid vines on the twilight blue marbrinus.
J>say ::ithre lets go check it out
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Speaking to Ithrenor, you say, "Lets go check it out."
Rivienne put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in her velvet cloak.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "See? No real damage."
Ailre takes a bite of his walnut cookie.
Bezzy shrugs innocently.
Great Lord Aetheyn just arrived.
J>chuckle ail
You chuckle at Ailre.
Fleurs gazes in amazement at Ailre.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor asks, "No damage?"
Ailre glances over the roses briefly.
J>look gard
The green foliage is sprinkled with tiny white blossoms.
Fleurs's sentient potato boasts, "My mom slayed a shadowy elder vathor once!"
Vellani glances over the roses briefly.
Bending over, Ailre cups his fingers around a barely blush pink climbing rose and plucks it free from a mass of white climbing roses.
J>peer gard
You peer closely at a tiny cultivated garden, but see nothing of interest. Maybe if you examined it closely, you would see more.
Issalya glances over the roses briefly.
Nilandia glances over the roses briefly.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I am not extremely concerned about what just transpired."
Fleurs glances over the roses briefly.
J>anal gard
You may attend to a tiny cultivated garden.
You may gaze at a tiny cultivated garden to see if it has any harvest-worthy items.
You may pluck a flower or mushroom off/out of a tiny cultivated garden.
You may be able to turn a tiny cultivated garden to select a specific foraged item for plucking.
Ailre offers Ithrenor a barely blush pink climbing rose.
Tabubu's leathery handwraps shimmer slightly, fading after a few short pulses.
Arelder nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Ithrenor accepts Ailre's pink climbing rose.
Fleurs surprisedly asks, "Oh, are those new?"
J>atte gard
Crouching, you attend to the flower head adorning the stalk of a raceme of pale purplish wisteria before standing once more.
Fleurs gazes with awe at Ailre.
Teveriel gazes with interest at a neat bed of columbine.
Issalya lifts her white-feathered wings and settles them into a more relaxed position.
A Greyvael artisan makes her way across the cobblestones, muttering a phrase from "The Flight to Home" under her breath.
Speaking squeakily to Ithrenor, Bezzy exclaims, "Well, at least you can say nobody died!"
Arbeia agrees with Bezzy.
J>dust nae
You dust yourself off.
With a tiny huff, the milky blue jade teadragon lowers her head, tucking it and her stark white wings in tightly as she begins a series of somersaults across the ground. After completing several loops in succession, the teadragon stretches out, her small tongue flicking comically up at the sky.
Vellani raises an eyebrow.
Speaking to Bezzy, Ithrenor asks, "Are we sure?"
Yhtrinn says, "That we know of."
Great Lord Aetheyn just went out.
Ithrenor nods at Yhtrinn.
Speaking in Elven, Teveriel incredulously asks, "We truly traveled into the past?"
Speaking to Ailre, Fleurs says, "The roses, I mean."
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u13100042)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns, each one simply fluted and carved from perfectly white marble. Within the circle of the columns' embrace, and elevated high off of the ground, a tiny garden of cultivated plants grows. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see a lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues, the Yhtrinn disk, the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Valandryn disk, an ebullient luck spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a citrine-eyed imposing horned owl that is flying around, a roguish forest spirit that is flying around, the Sceptran disk, a sharp-nosed grass wolfhound, the Ewes disk, the Mackers disk, the fiery red Drakarion disk and a silver trash receptacle.
Also here: Rivienne, Bezzy, The Infamous Tabubu, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Lady Vellani, Scholar Ailre, Arelder, Aubriella, Loremaster Issalya, Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Valandryn, Ithrenor, Eladarmi, Sceptran, Ewes, Mackers, High Lord Drakarion
Obvious paths: south, out
J>look rose
The white roses have pale yellow centers.
Arbeia glances over the roses briefly.
Speaking in Elven, Vellani nervously says, "So we could have affected quite a lot."
Ewes slings an ancient sephwir long bow off from over his shoulder.
Mackers removes a hollowed quartz orb from in his leather backpack.
Arelder adds, "And we are all back in the bodies we were born into."
Mackers rubs a hollowed quartz orb in his hand.
A look of dawning understanding comes over Mackers.
Mackers put a hollowed quartz orb in his leather backpack.
Mackers removes a perfect maoral-hafted imflass morning-star from in his forest green harness.
Mackers slings a scratched spiked faewood aegis off from over his shoulder.
Ewes just moved quietly out, with his group following closely.
A pained expression crosses Bezzy's face.
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "Taht is my fear, but I am not... certain still."
Speaking to Fleurs, Ailre says, "We did see those seeds back in the pa-earlier."
Fleurs surprisedly exclaims, "Oh!"
Tabubu quietly asks, "Where is Sothos? Wasn't he with us?"
Ithrenor says, "I suppose it could be some alternative..."
J>blanch
You feel the blood drain from your face.
Ithrenor glances around the area.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
Vellani frowns at Ithrenor.
Arbeia pets the caracal.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
High Lord Drakarion just went out.
J>glance gard
You glance at a tiny cultivated garden.
Speaking happily to Ailre, Fleurs says, "Well, they have certainly blossomed into something wonderful."
Ithrenor glances over the garden briefly.
J>glance south
You glance south.
Bezzy gazes with interest at a series of slender columns.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Arbeia glances over the garden briefly.
Fleurs glances over the garden briefly.
Tabubu gazes thoughtfully at a tiny cultivated garden.
Ailre nods in agreement at Fleurs.
Speaking dejectedly to himself, Arelder says, "It *was* the past afterall..."
J>whis ooc group analyze garden provides more info
(OOC) You whisper, "Analyze garden provides more info." to your group.
Ithrenor says, "...I really should go look at that book. Perhaps several books."
Speaking lightly to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Efald won't notice, right?"
Eladarmi slowly exhales as his posture slumps.
Arelder sighs.
J>anal gard
You may attend to a tiny cultivated garden.
You may gaze at a tiny cultivated garden to see if it has any harvest-worthy items.
You may pluck a flower or mushroom off/out of a tiny cultivated garden.
You may be able to turn a tiny cultivated garden to select a specific foraged item for plucking.
A black spider on your spidersilk cloak snaps a long strand of webbing at an orange spider. The orange spider loses its footing and falls, but is able to recover. It shakes its forelegs menacingly at the black spider.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I do not think he will notice."
Sceptran raises an eyebrow.
Bending over, Arbeia cups her fingers around a fragile ivory white swan orchid and plucks it free from a tiny cultivated garden.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
A lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues skitters curiously around an ebullient luck spirit.
Ithrenor says, "Theoretically, if he was not there, he would not know the difference."
Bezzy glances over the garden briefly.
Arbeia offers Tabubu a fragile ivory white swan orchid.
Zyandi appears suddenly, surrounded by a halo of blue light.
Issalya glances between Ailre and Ithrenor.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
Tabubu accepts Arbeia's white swan orchid.
Bending over, Rivienne cups her fingers around a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea and plucks it free from a tiny cultivated garden.
Tabubu inclines her head.
Tabubu quietly says, "Sha'haisa."
Speaking in Elven, Vellani carefully asks, "Are we sure it is 5125?"
(OOC) Fleurs's player whispers to the group, "The garden and roses are the new things, right?"
Bending over, Arelder cups his fingers around a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea and plucks it free from a tiny cultivated garden.
Speaking bemusedly to herself, Nilandia murmurs, "Definitely need to keep gloves with me more often."
Lady Zyandi just went out.
Ithrenor says, "Though, that still depends on what is happening."
Tabubu sniffs at her white swan orchid.
(OOC) Ithrenor's player whispers to the group, "Yes."
Sceptran chuckles.
Arbeia says, "My apologies for you becomingn a gnome...albeit briefly."
Fleurs adopts an agreeable expression.
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Arelder sniffs at his sprig of blue hydrangea.
Speaking slowly to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "And theoretically, these have been here for ages."
Arelder sighs.
The angry chitter of a scorpion suddenly erupts from near Arbeia.
(OOC) Ithrenor's player whispers to the group, "You all becoming gnomes was the highlight of my day."
Bending over, Bezzy cups his fingers around a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea and plucks it free from a tiny cultivated garden.
Ithrenor nods at Ailre.
Speaking hopefully in Elven to Sceptran, Vellani asks, "What year is it, sir?"
Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.
Bezzy puts on a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea.
(OOC) Nilandia's player whispers to the group, "It was beautiful."
Speaking quietly to Arbeia, Tabubu says, "When you least expect it."
(OOC) Aubriella's player whispers to the group, "It was quite an adventure!"
A faint white aura flickers around Vellani.
Rivienne put a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea in her velvet cloak.
Arbeia asks, "You will turn me into a gnome?"
Arbeia glances at Tabubu.
(OOC) Yhtrinn's player whispers to the group, "I think Yhtrinn is traumatized, haha."
(OOC) Arelder's player whispers to the group, "Yes, agreed. Well done."
J>whis ooc group I was amused, although my character was very upset
(OOC) You whisper, "I was amused, although my character was very upset." to your group.
The visage of a storm griffin briefly obscures Eladarmi's face before the illusion shatters into motes of arctic blue light.
(OOC) Fleurs's player whispers to the group, "At least we got some good cookies out of it!"
Aubriella's sentient potato whistles a jaunty little ditty!
(OOC) Bezzy's player whispers to the group, "Great experience for me, ha!"
(OOC) Vellani's player whispers to the group, "V is never going to the library again."
Eladarmi raises an eyebrow.
(OOC) Ithrenor's player whispers to the group, "LOL. Please come back."
(OOC) Aubriella's player whispers to the group, "Hah."
You notice Ewes moving stealthily into the area.
Ewes slings an ancient sephwir long bow over his shoulder.
Mackers just arrived.
Mackers put a perfect maoral-hafted imflass morning-star in his forest green harness.
Mackers slings a scratched spiked faewood aegis over his shoulder.
(OOC) Ailre's player whispers to the group, "FOR NOW."
You hear very soft footsteps.
(OOC) Arbeia's player whispers to the group, "That was so much fun... poor Arbeia lol oops."
Arelder puts on a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea.
(OOC) Rivienne's player whispers to the group, "I was so shocked, then delighted, but Rivi certainly wasn't."
Mackers traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Mackers gestures.
Granules of cobalt light coalesce and dance around Mackers before seeping into his very form.
Mackers traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Mackers gestures.
Mackers appears to be unaffected.
Ithrenor says, "I do believe there's a great deal of research we need to do now."
(OOC) Tabubu's player whispers to the group, "Had a good time with this, thanks for the fun."
J>nod under ithre
You nod understandingly at Ithrenor.
(Eladarmi runs a rough cloth over his armor, wiping away the dust and grime of the road. With a satisfied grunt, he smacks his gauntlet against his chest plate, the metal ringing out in approval.)
The green-gold web of protection surrounding Mackers falls away, unraveling as it fades.
Fleurs nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Vellani nods faintly.
Ewes appears suddenly, surrounded by a halo of blue light.
Issalya nods in agreement at Ithrenor.
Teveriel lets out a long, contemplative breath.
A sharp-nosed grass wolfhound saunters in.
Mackers joins Ewes's group.
With a quizzical chirp, Issalya's milky blue jade teadragon gazes up at her, begging for something. Not getting what she wants, the teadragon huffs with reptilian drama, flipping her dark sapphire tail dismissively and stalking away from Issalya.
Sceptran glances at Ithrenor and rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking lightly to Ithrenor, Ailre asks, "Let's bring Efald some cookies and get back to our writings, then?"
Issalya gently strokes her milky blue jade teadragon, and she wriggles happily.
J>say ::ithre thank you for getting us back...to normal
Speaking to Ithrenor, you say, "Thank you for getting us back...to normal."
Arbeia says, "Yes and next time, I shall not volunteer to touch the magical recipe book."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia smiles.
Ithrenor says, "If you are of the scholarly sort, I recommend you do so, as well."
Aubriella snickers at Arbeia.
Arelder chuckles.
Tabubu's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.
J>nod appre ail
You nod appreciatively at Ailre.
Rivienne agrees with you.
Ithrenor says, "I would... avoid opening the book again. I cannot guarantee my... exit strategy will hold up."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Nilandia says, "Do let me know if I can be of service. While this is not entirely within my normal experience, it is not unfamiliar either."
Rivienne says, "Yes, I can't thank you enough."
Speaking warmly to Arbeia, Arelder says, "I wouldn't change a thing."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
Fleurs gulps.
Ithrenor says, "Or if it would simply... start over again."
Arbeia smiles at Arelder.
High Lord Drakarion just arrived.
Arelder smiles at Arbeia.
High Lord Drakarion just went out.
Ithrenor ponders.
Arbeia says, "A fascinating experience."
Arbeia nods.
Fleurs says, "This was a new experience for me."
Fleurs chuckles.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "Perhaps we should touch the book again."
Drakarion appears suddenly, surrounded by a halo of blue light.
High Lord Drakarion just went out.
Tabubu quietly says, "Time fractions, knew I should of read that before putting it away."
Vellani frowns at Ithrenor.
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor.
Speaking insistently in Elven to Ithrenor, Vellani says, "Do not."
Arbeia says, "I will not accompany you both next time."
Bezzy nods in agreement at Tabubu.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Nilandia says, "I would recommend against that without an expert."
Arbeia looks over at Ithrenor and shakes her head.
Ailre gazes with interest at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "Not for that book."
Speaking to Ithrenor, Arelder says, "The temptation for me to stay in the past would be too great..."
Mackers doesn't seem quite the same as he was a moment ago.
Arbeia says, "And Ithrenor..."
Speaking to Nilandia, Ithrenor says, "It is within my realm of study. Obliquely."
Arelder nods firmly.
Ithrenor says, "Or it is my realm of study."
Drakarion appears suddenly, surrounded by a halo of blue light.
Ithrenor ponders.
Arbeia says, "If you find a book about Bir Mahallah... please do not open it ata ll."
J>say ::ithre it would be worth the risk to determine the magic that did that
Speaking to Ithrenor, you say, "It would be worth the risk to determine the magic that did that."
Ithrenor says, "I am still uncertain."
Arbeia says, "Ever."
Arbeia says, "Or touch it."
Eladarmi tries humming a joyful tune.
(Eladarmi lets loose a low, rhythmic hum that rumbles from his chest, growing in intensity as he taps his fingers against his knee in time with the beat. The tune, old as Mount Aenatumgana, speaks of war, glory, and the unyielding spirit of his long lost kin.)
Arbeia says, "Do not even gaze up on it."
Arbeia shakes her head.
Arelder takes off a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea.
Arelder sniffs at his sprig of blue hydrangea.
Arelder offers Arbeia a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea.
Arbeia accepts Arelder's sprig of blue hydrangea.
Sceptran tilts his head toward Arbeia, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Faint ripples in the soil beneath Bezzy become apparent before quickly dissipating.
Arbeia glances at Arelder and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
(OOC) Aubriella's player whispers to the group, "Did the bakery have the new cookies, or was that just influenced by the past? I don't have backroom there yet..."
Speaking to Arbeia, Ithrenor says, "I will endeavor not to."
Sceptran tilts his head toward Arbeia, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
(OOC) Ithrenor's player whispers to the group, "Backroom."
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
(OOC) Aubriella's player whispers to the group, "Ahh, thank you!"
Bezzy reaches down, tracing his fingertips across his vest as he unclips the herringbone copper chain of his timepiece, cradling the device within his open palm.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
(OOC) Nilandia's player whispers to the group, "Nice!"
(OOC) Teveriel's player whispers to the group, "But of course they were there all along ;P."
Ithrenor slowly empties his lungs.
Resting the round bronze pocketwatch in his palm with an embellished filigree whorl lid face up, Bezzy pulls the crown away from the timepiece's rim. He winds the knob countless times, then presses the crown down with the pad of his thumb.
Bending over, Tabubu cups her fingers around a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea and plucks it free from a tiny cultivated garden.
J>whis ooc group citizenship should provide backroom access
(OOC) You whisper, "Citizenship should provide backroom access." to your group.
(OOC) Ithrenor's player whispers to the group, "Always there!"
J>whist
You whistle tunelessly to yourself, remembering days past.
The semitransparent image of an enormous scorpion flickers into life before skittering away in a burst of smoldering saffron motes.
Ithrenor says, "I'm just glad to be tall again."
(OOC) Ailre's player whispers to the group, ":D."
Attaching the herringbone copper chain of his round bronze pocketwatch to the top button of his midnight blue vest, Bezzy discreetly slips the timepiece into the vest's front pocket.
(OOC) Aubriella's player whispers to the group, "It's always nice to find lost recipes from the past."
Arbeia agrees with Ithrenor.
Speaking quickly to Bezzy, Ailre says, "No offense, of course."
Vellani nods slightly at Ithrenor.
Speaking to Bezzy, Ithrenor says, "As he says."
J>nod agree ithre
You nod in agreement at Ithrenor.
J>look bezz
Bezzy's movements blur as the very air surrounding him warps in as time appears to stutter and hasten before him.
A vortex of air spins and whirls around Bezzy.
You see Bezzy the Spellweaver of Solhaven.
He appears to be a Burghal Gnome of the Withycombe Bloodline.
He is short. He appears to radiate confidence with a hint of youthful spark. He has sparkling sapphire blue eyes and alabaster skin. He has shoulder length, wavy deep red hair swept back from the temples. He has a broad face, a pair of clockwerke-set spectacles perched upon his pointed nose and protruding ears. He has a platinum clockwork owl perched on his shoulder.
He gives off a serene demeanor.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a flowering sprig of blue hydrangea, a fuzzy high-crowned hat, a loosely woven garland of bright tangerine poppies and brilliant golden sunflowers, a gear-inset veniom ferrigem, a cloudy grey cire raincoat speckled with opalescent scales, a tiny enamel cookie pin sprinkled with colorful crystal sugars, a button-latched looping herringbone chain attached to a pocket-tucked timepiece, a silk-lined midnight blue vest, a striped grey-on-black cotton shirt, a pair of felt gloves trimmed in yellow-gold electrum, a mechanical limb, some ensigiled casting leathers, a mithril-framed eisenruck with honey-colored panels, a gear-studded scarlet toolbelt, a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces, some charcoal tweed trousers interwoven in whiskey-toned threads, and some stylish shimmering aqilorn slippers.
Arbeia whispers something to Tabubu.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor asks, "Will you join me?"
Arbeia smiles at Tabubu.
J>crack neck
You twist your head slightly, cracking your neck. That felt nice.
Tabubu arches one eyebrow at Arbeia in an expression of sardonic amusement.
J>glance south
You glance south.
J>look
[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens - 188] (u13100042)
The dais is ringed by a series of slender columns, each one simply fluted and carved from perfectly white marble. Within the circle of the columns' embrace, and elevated high off of the ground, a tiny garden of cultivated plants grows. Roses climb around the carved legs of a mistwood bench, which sits alongside neat beds of columbine and a tended plot of white jasmine. Over the whole enclosure is a coffered dome set with an oculus. You also see the fiery red Drakarion disk, the Ewes disk, a sharp-nosed grass wolfhound, the Mackers disk, a lithe milky blue jade teadragon marbled in dark sapphire hues, the Yhtrinn disk, the Vellani disk, the Naethun disk, the Valandryn disk, an ebullient luck spirit that is flying around, a large vibrant harlequin macaw parrot that is flying around, a green-eyed ridge caracal, a citrine-eyed imposing horned owl that is flying around, a roguish forest spirit that is flying around, the Sceptran disk and a silver trash receptacle.
Also here: High Lord Drakarion, Ewes, Mackers, Rivienne, Bezzy, The Infamous Tabubu, Nilandia, Lord Yhtrinn, Lady Vellani, Scholar Ailre, Arelder, Aubriella, Loremaster Issalya, Arbeia, Fleurs, Lord Teveriel, Valandryn, Ithrenor, Eladarmi, Sceptran
Obvious paths: south, out
Speaking to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "We do have to at least bring the sorted bits to everyone else."
Bezzy nods at Ithrenor.
Great Lord Aetheyn just arrived.
A corona of arctic blue light surrounds a gem-studded storm agate idol set with a teardrop of storm agita dangling from Eladarmi's wrist before fading away.
Arbeia says, "I ask one thing."
Bezzy squeakily says, "Oh none ever taken."
Ithrenor disbands his group.
Tabubu's ring glints metallically as she dismissively waves her hand.
Aetheyn raises an eyebrow.
Arbeia says, "Do not tell them how I tripped with such short legs."
Arbeia nods.
Arbeia shakes her head.
Ithrenor reaches out and holds Ailre's hand.
Teveriel glances appraisingly around the area.
Ithrenor nods at Arbeia.
Arbeia says, "I am usually quite graceful."
>wave ithre
You wave to Ithrenor.
Arbeia nods.
Bezzy chortles gleefully.
>wave ail
You wave to Ailre.
Nilandia says, "Do call if you need anything."
Speaking in Elven, Teveriel says, "All's well that ends well, I suppose."
Fleurs smiles.
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
Fleurs nods in agreement at Teveriel.
Ithrenor says, "I will not talk of Lady Vellani's bow, either."
Vellani frowns at Ithrenor.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
Arbeia begins chuckling at Ithrenor!
>peer s
You peer south and see ...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court - 188] (u13100042)
In the lee of the floating dais overhead, small shops and temporary stalls are set out to catch potential customers passing by on their way to the gardens. The cobblestones are nearly obscured under the mass of commerce waiting to happen. Around the edges of the courtyard, more permanent buildings fight for the space around their own arched doorways and porticos. You also see an enameled silver signpost.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, southwest, northwest
Tabubu tilts her head back.
Speaking to Vellani, Ithrenor whispers aloud, "You seemed to find it difficult when so short."
Speaking in Elven, Vellani grimly says, "I do not know what you mean."
Nosing about inside Mackers's collar, the river rat eventually sits up with a dried-up dropping clutched in its jaws. Letting the discovery fall to the ground, the river rat chitters at Mackers, obviously annoyed at his lack of hygiene.
Cobalt light separates itself from Mackers and scatters into oblivion.
Issalya looks thoughtfully at Vellani.
Speaking to Arbeia, Arelder says, "Thank you for the experience. Fortunately, translating for me was the least of our worries, afterall."
Aetheyn asks, "And why not?"
Arbeia nods at Arelder.
Arelder chuckles.
Arbeia says, "I am glad you came along for this."
Speaking pointedly to Ithrenor, Ailre says, "It is an accomplishment that we kept our composure in face of all of that."
Arbeia says, "Strange...experience."
Arbeia nods.
Arelder nods in agreement at Arbeia.
Speaking quietly in Elven to Ithrenor, Vellani admits, "It was so awkward."
Eladarmi murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Rimaros appears suddenly, surrounded by a halo of blue light.
Eladarmi gestures.
Eladarmi's eyes narrow in concentration.
Ithrenor slowly empties his lungs.
Eladarmi murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Eladarmi gestures.
Eladarmi's eyes narrow in concentration.
Eladarmi traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Eladarmi gestures.
Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Eladarmi, coalescing into a radiant aura.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "I intend to lose my composure when we return to our rooms."
Arbeia says, "I hope the next book we restore is not about vathors...."
Fleurs gently takes hold of Aubriella's hand.
Aetheyn begins chuckling at Ithrenor!
Arbeia glances at Ithrenor.
Aubriella stares at Arbeia.
Ithrenor nods slightly at Arbeia.
Bezzy squeakily says, "Interesting to understand elven for a time."
Arbeia says, "Or quahzumars."
Arbeia shudders.
Arelder smiles at Bezzy.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Nilandia asks, "Might I recommend screaming into one's pillow?"
Viridian light glints off Valandryn's void black leathers for the briefest of moments.
An airship drifts past high above, heading east towards Ta'Ardenai.
Arbeia gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking to Bezzy, Arelder says, "As they say, another language is like another soul... so perhaps the Elven still exists in you somewhere."
A few withered tendrils of vine fall away from Rimaros.
Ithrenor says, "Please do send word to me if you find anything else... unusual, after our experience."
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
Bezzy beams!
Yhtrinn grins at Nilandia.
Arbeia nods at Ithrenor.
An incandescent veil fades from Eladarmi.
Issalya nods slowly at Ithrenor.
Sceptran shrugs.
Nilandia nods at Ithrenor.
Vellani nods faintly at Ithrenor.
Teveriel nods slightly at Ithrenor.
>nod agree ithre
You nod in agreement at Ithrenor.
Arbeia says, "If Tabubu gets squeaky again."
Sceptran removes a scratched orase runestaff from in his two-toned cape.
Fleurs looks at Ithrenor with concern.
Sceptran just went out.
Arbeia says, "I will send word."
Tabubu scoffs.
Arelder bows to Ithrenor.
Arbeia nods.
Ailre chuckles.
Speaking to Teveriel, Ithrenor says, "PErhaps you can check the fortress."
Arbeia winks at Tabubu.
The area around Tabubu glows brightly as her leathery handwraps discharge a field of energy.
Bezzy becomes solid again.
Vellani furrows her brow.
Speaking to Ithrenor, Teveriel says, "I was just thinking I should check in on the Lord Commander when I have the chance."
Arbeia says, "I am going to keep watch on you to make certain you do not start taking a liking to tinkering."
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Vellani agrees with Teveriel.
Ailre murmurs, "Bring him a cookie."
Bezzy turns up his lips in a silly, self-conscious smile.
Ithrenor says, "I will, however, pay someone to send him one of those cookies."
Ithrenor nods at Ailre.
Ailre laughs!
Issalya gazes in amusement at Ailre.
You hear very soft footsteps.
Teveriel laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
>glance ithre
You glance at Ithrenor.
Speaking to Tabubu, Arelder says, "I shall not breath a word of this to Trallihn."
The imposing horned owl circles lazily above.
>get my cook
You remove a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie from in your black pack.
>tilt my cook
You tilt your walnut cookie side to side, making the light play off it.
>'pay?
You ask, "Pay?"
(Arelder crosses his fingers behind his back.)
Arbeia says, "Try simply to not breathe when around Trallihn."
Arbeia nods at Arelder.
Arbeia says, "It is for the best."
Arbeia nods.
The harlequin macaw parrot circles lazily above.
The semitransparent image of a lithe kish'enda flickers into life before stalking away in a burst of niveous motes.
Arelder leans away from Arbeia, throws back his head, and roars with laughter!
Tabubu quietly asks, "Cause you can't hold your breath that long to talk to him?"
Arbeia nods at Tabubu.
Tabubu peers quizzically at Arelder.
Arelder chuckles.
Arelder nods in agreement at Tabubu.
Drakarion just left.
Speaking to Ailre, Ithrenor says, "Let's go find Efald. He should know about this."
The fiery red Drakarion disk goes off in search of its master.
Arbeia waves to Ithrenor.
Arbeia waves to Ailre.
>stow right
You put a toasted walnut and marshmallow cookie in your black pack.
Ithrenor says, "...I do hope he didn't come looking for us and find the book."
>nod once ithre
You nod once at Ithrenor.
Ithrenor frowns.
>nod once ail
You nod once at Ailre.
Speaking to Tabubu, Arelder says, "That is probably why I would not be breathing."
Ailre slowly empties his lungs.
Arelder chuckles.
Fleurs agrees with Ithrenor.
Bezzy waves to Ithrenor.
Arelder bows to Ithrenor.
The mechanical limb on Bezzy's shoulder comes to life, making a waving motion at Ithrenor.
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
Teveriel inclines his head.
Arbeia says, "Well my friends, that was certainly an experience."
Speaking to Nilandia, Ailre agrees, "Immediately."
Arbeia nods.
Nilandia nods in agreement at Ailre.
Teveriel turns around.
>'interesting
You say, "Interesting."
Lord Teveriel just went south.
Issalya glances south.
Nilandia says, "The Mother go with you."
Nilandia clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Issalya shakes her head, totally at a loss.
Ithrenor's group just went south.