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Jolly Jingler Ensemble is a line of scripted clothing and accessories themed around a jester.
Jolly Jingler Ensemble is sold at The Jolly Jinglers.
HatAnalyze
You analyze the jester's hood and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
The Jolly Jingler Ensemble
The hood is part of the Jolly Jingler Ensemble sold at Jolly Jinglers in the Bittermere Woods of Naidem.
Equipped with bells that chime at almost every turn, the hood is designed to be a jester's companion piece.
Tiers and Usage
Tier 1 of 3.
Verbs: Flip, Laugh, Remove, Tilt, Wear, and Wiggle
Alterations
You may alter this freely provided that you understand its basic use. It will always have bells on it, and it will always only ever be a head-worn item. Preferrable nouns are bonnet, cap, cowl, hat, or hood.
It may have a long, show, or both, and it may never be lightened or deepened.
Unlocks
The hood can only ever be unlocked by certificates sold at the shop Jolly Jinglers in Naidem. Usage
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Verb
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Demeanor
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First
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Third
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Hidden
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| Tier 1
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FLIP
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You whip your jester's hood off and toss it into the air, catching it deftly as it falls before bowing with exaggerated flair and donning it once more.
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Firstperson whips off his jester's hood and tosses it into the air, catching it deftly as it falls before bowing with exaggerated flair and donning it once more.
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| LAUGH
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You erupt into uproarious laughter, tears streaming down your face as you rip off your jester's hood and blot your eyes with it before donning it again with mock dignity.
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Firstperson erupts into uproarious laughter, tears streaming down his face as Firstperson rips off his jester's hood to blot his eyes before donning it again with mock dignity.
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| REMOVE
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You tug your jester's hood from your head in exaggerated slow motion, the bells giving one last jingle before you sweep it away with a bow.
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Firstperson tugs his jester's hood from his head in exaggerated slow motion, the bells giving one last jingle before he sweeps it away with a bow.
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Jingling bells ring in the air, their crisp notes just as suddenly muffled into silence.
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| TILT
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You cant your head to the side, setting the bells of your jester's hood jingling softly in a lilting cascade.
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Firstperson cants his head to the side, the bells of his jester's hood jingling softly in a lilting cascade.
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A litling cascade of softly jingle bells briefly fills the air.
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| WEAR
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You plop your jester's hood onto your head with a theatrical flourish, its many points sagging around your head amid a chorus of bell chimes.
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Firstperson plops his jester's hood onto his head with a theatrical flourish, its many points sagging around his head amid a chorus of bell chimes.
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A chorus of bell chimes fills the air, each eventually falling silent in their own time.
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| WIGGLE
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You bobble your head back and forth in a comical wiggle, eyes crossing as the bells of your jester's hood clatter madly.
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Firstperson bobbles his head back and forth in a comical wiggle, eyes crossing as the bells of his jester's hood clatter madly.
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The mad clattering of jingling bells briefly fills the air.
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| Tier 2
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BLINK
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You tip your jester's hood rakishly to the side and snap off an exaggerated wink, the bells giving a cheeky jingle.
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Firstperson tips his jester's hood rakishly to the side and snaps off an exaggerated wink, the bells giving a cheeky jingle.
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A briefly lyrical and playful jingle of bells fills the air.
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| NOD
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You bob your head in a furious nod, the bells of your jester's hood jangling so wildly it looks ready to fly off your skull.
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Firstperson bobs his head in a furious nod, the bells of his jester's hood jangling so wildly it looks ready to fly off his skull.
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A hail of wildly jingling bells fills the air.
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| SHAKE
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You shake your head so hard that the points of your jester's hood whip back and forth, the bells erupting in a deafening cacophony of chaotic noise.
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Firstperson shakes his head so hard that the points of his jester's hood whip back and forth, the bells erupting in a deafening cacophony of chaotic noise.
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The sound of bells erupts in the air as a brief, deafening cacophony of chaotic noise.
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| TOSS
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You rip off your jester's hood and fling it high into the air, only to catch it behind your back! Tossing it forward, you position your head so that it hangs upon it without the aid of your hands and then bow with exaggerated pomp.
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Firstperson rips off his jester's hood and flings it high into the air, catching it behind his back! Tossing it forward, he catches the hood on his head and then bows with exaggerated pomp.
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NA
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| Tier 3
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BOW
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COLD (sinister)
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You dip into a stiff bow, offering only the cold tilt of your head as the bells of your jester's hood jangle in clipped disdain.
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Firstperson dips into a stiff bow, offering only the cold tilt of his head as the bells of his jester's hood jangle in clipped disdain.
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The quick clip of jingling bells briefly fills the air with its racket.
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| RESERVED (Mocking)
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You bow with mocking precision, sweeping your jester's hood low as the bells jingle in derisive fanfare.
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Firstperson bows with mocking precision, sweeping his jester's hood low as the bells jingle in derisive fanfare.
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A jangle of bells fills the air with sharp fanfare.
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| NEUTRAL (Sad)
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You slump through a half-hearted bow, the bells of your jester's hood jingling without conviction.
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Firstperson slumps through a half-hearted bow, the bells of his jester's hood jingling without conviction.
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A jangle of bells briefly fills the air with its sad tune.
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| FRIENDLY (Exaggerated)
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You plunge into an extravagant bow, flinging your jester's hood nearly to the ground as the bells erupt in riotous clamor.
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Firstperson plunges into an extravagant bow, flinging his jester's hood nearly to the ground as the bells erupt in riotous clamor.
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Erupting into the air in a riotous clamor, the sound of bells jingling, followed by the sound of one or two of them striking some surface, issues from somewhere nearby.
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| WARM (Playful)
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You bow deeply with a bashful flourish, dipping your jester's hood as the bells jingle in a sweet, playful cadence.
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Firstperson bows deeply with a bashful flourish, dipping his jester's hood as the bells jingle in a sweet, playful cadence.
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Filling the air with its litting tune is the sweet, playful cadence of jingling bells.
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| CURTSY
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COLD (sinister)
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You curtsy sharply, head tilted in cool dismissal, your jester's hood's bells chiming in brittle notes.
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Firstperson curtsies sharply, head tilted in cool dismissal, his jester's hood's bells chiming in brittle notes.
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An almost brittle, clipped jangling of bells drifts through the air.
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| RESERVED (Mocking)
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You dip into a mocking curtsy, your jester's hood wobbling with derision as the bells jangle in a parody-like tune of a courtly march.
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Firstperson dips into a mocking curtsy, his jester's hood wobbling with derision as the bells jangle in a parody-like tune of a courtly march.
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Jangling bells cascade through the air, the tune seemingly a mockery of a courtly march.
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| NEUTRAL (Sad)
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You sag into a lackluster curtsy, the bells of your jester's hood jingling in a weary rhythm.
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Firstperson sags into a lackluster curtsy, the bells of his jester's hood jingling in a weary rhythm.
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Brief and somewhat lackluster, the weary rhythm of jangling bells drifts through the air.
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| FRIENDLY (Exaggerated)
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You sweep into a ridiculously exaggerated curtsy, head nearly grazing your knees as the bells of your jester's hood explode in a comedic racket.
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Firstperson sweeps into a ridiculously exaggerated curtsy, head nearly grazing his knees as the bells of his jester's hood explode in comedic racket.
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Loud and raucous, the sound of bells issues from somewhere nearby.
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| WARM (Playful)
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You dip into a playful curtsy, tilting your jester's hood forward with coy sweetness as its bells chime a teasing melody.
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Firstperson dips into a playful curtsy, tilting his jester's hood forward with coy sweetness as its bells chime a teasing melody.
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A teasing melody produced by tiny bells echoes through the air.
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| SALUTE
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COLD (sinister)
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You snap off a curt salute, your jester's hood bobbing stiffly as its bells jingle in icy derision.
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Firstperson snaps off a curt salute, his jester's hood bobbing stiffly as its bells jingle in icy derision.
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A brittle jingle of bells cuts through the air, sharp and cold as breaking glass.
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| RESERVED (Mocking)
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You offer a mocking salute, two fingers flicking off the brow of your askew jester's hood as the bells jangle.
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Firstperson offers a mocking salute, two fingers flicking off the brow of his askew jester's hood as the bells jangle.
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Bells jangle in a clipped rhythm, each note controlled and short.
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| NEUTRAL (Sad)
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You lift a hand to your brow in a listless salute, the bells on your jester's hood giving a half-hearted jingle.
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Firstperson lifts a hand to his brow in a listless salute, the bells on his jester's hood giving a half-hearted jingle.
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A weary jingle drifts from unseen bells, each note trailing off as if too tired to finish.
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| FRIENDLY (Exaggerated)
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You hammer out a comically overdone salute, nearly toppling your jester's hood as its bells erupt in a chaotic uproar of sound.
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Firstperson hammers out a comically overdone salute, nearly toppling his jester's hood as its bells erupt in a chaotic uproar of sound.
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A cacophony of bells bursts into the air, each jangle tripping over the next in chaotic hilarity.
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| WARM (Playful)
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You tip your jester's hood forward in a playful salute, bells chiming sweetly as you beam with a teasing warmth.
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Firstperson tips his jester's hood forward in a playful salute, the bells chiming sweetly as Firstperson beams with a teasing warmth.
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A lilting chime of bells flutters through the air, carrying playful warmth in every note.
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| WINK
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COLD (sinister)
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You flick a sharp wink, head cocked as the bells of your jester's hood jingle in a jeering cadence.
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Firstperson flicks a sharp wink, head cocked as the bells of his jester's hood jingle in a jeering cadence.
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Bells jingle from nearby, their tune an oddly jarring cadence.
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| RESERVED (Mocking)
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You tilt your jester's hood back, its bells jangling in a taunting rhythm, and you wink with exaggerated scorn.
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Firstperson tilts his jester's hood back, its bells jangling in a taunting rhythm, and he winks with exaggerated scorn.
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Bells jangle from somewhere nearby, their playful tune difficult to pinpoint.
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| NEUTRAL (Sad)
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You give a limp wink, your jester's hood slipping sideways as its bells jingle dully.
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Firstperson gives a limp wink, his jester's hood slipping sideways as its bells jingle dully.
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A dull chorus of tiny bells echoes faintly, their cadence carrying like the shadow of a forgotten jest.
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| FRIENDLY (Exaggerated)
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You fire off a wildly exaggerated wink, shaking your jester's hood so its bells erupt in clattering uproar.
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Firstperson fires off a wildly exaggerated wink, shaking his jester's hood so its bells erupt in clattering uproar.
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A raucous uproar of bells bursts into the air, their clattering cadence tumbling over itself like unruly laughter.
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| WARM (Playful)
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You tilt your head bashfully and wink sweetly, the bells of your jester's hood chiming in a gentle, teasing rhythm.
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Firstperson tilts his head bashfully and winks sweetly, the bells of his jester's hood chiming in a gentle, teasing rhythm.
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A lighthearted chime of bells drifts through the air, each note tumbling into the next with a playful charm.
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PoulainesAnalyze
You analyze the bright green poulaines and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
The Jolly Jingler Ensemble
The poulaines are part of the Jolly Jingler Ensemble sold at Jolly Jinglers in the Bittermere Woods of Naidem.
Equipped with bells that chime at almost every turn, the poulaines are designed to be a jester's companion piece.
Tiers and Usage
Tier 3 of 3.
Verbs: Bounce, Flip, Jump, Laugh, Prance, Remove, Sit, Skip, Spin, Stomp, Swoon, Tilt, Wear, and Wiggle
Because the poulaines are unlocked to tier 3, the following verbs have special messaging based on the wearer's demeanor: BOUNCE, JUMP, PRANCE, and SPIN
If your demeanor is COLD, then the poulaines provides SINISTER messages.
If your demeanor is RESERVED, then the poulaines provides NOCKING messages.
If your demeanor is NEUTRAL, then the poulaines provides SAD messages.
If your demeanor is FRIENDLY, then the poulaines provides EXAGGERATED messages.
If your demeanor is WARM, then the poulaines provides PLAYFUL messages.
Because the poulaines are unlocked to tier 3, the following verbs have special messaging based on style choices:
FLIP - Style options are: BACK, FAIL, FORWARD, RAPID, or TRIP
Current FLIP Style: BACK
SKIP - Style options are: CIRCLE, JAUNTY, LONG, STUMBLE, and ZIGZAG
Current SKIP Style: CIRCLE
STOMP - Style options are: HEEL, MARTIAL, MEASURE, THUNDER, or WOBBLE
Current STOMP Style: HEEL
SWOON - Style options are: DEATH, DEFIANCE, DESPAIR, DIZZY, and DRAMATIC
Current SWOON Style: DEATH
To set a style, use the following syntax:
WHISPER {my} poulaines {verb} {style}
Alterations
You may alter this freely provided that you understand its basic use. It will always have bells on it, and it will always only ever be a foot-worn item. It is preferred the noun remains poulaines, but shoes are also permissible.
It may have a long, show, or both, and they may never be lightened or deepened.
Unlocks
The poulaines can only ever be unlocked by certificates sold at the shop Jolly Jinglers in Naidem.Usage
| Tier
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Verb
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Demeanor/Option
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First
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Third
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Hidden
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| Tier 1
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LAUGH
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You double over in silent laughter, slapping your knee as you stomp a foot, the bells on your bright green poulaines jangling in wild accompaniment.
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Firstperson doubles over in silent laughter, slapping his knee as he stomps a foot, the bells on his bright green poulaines jangling in wild accompaniment.
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You double over in silent laughter, slapping your knee as you stomp a foot, the bells on your bright green poulaines jangling in wild accompaniment.
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| SIT
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You plop down cross-legged, sitting tailor fashion as the curled tips of your bright green poulaines sway and jingle in lazy arcs.
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Firstperson plops down cross-legged, sitting tailor fashion as the curled tips of his bright green poulaines sway and jingle in lazy arcs.
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A slow cascade of bells drifts into the air, their lazy chime swaying back and forth in drowsy rhythm.
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| REMOVE
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You tug your bright green poulaines free of your feet, the curled toes giving a final, reluctant jingle before falling silent.
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Firstperson tugs his bright green poulaines free of his feet, the curled toes giving a final, reluctant jingle before falling silent.
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A fading jingle drifts into the air, bells tumbling into silence as though marking a quiet exit.
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| TILT
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You lurch sideways with a lumbering tilt, hands dangling at your sides as your bright green poulaines clomp heavily, toes angling outward in a crooked shuffle.
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Firstperson lurches sideways with a lumbering tilt, hands dangling at his sides as his bright green poulaines clomp heavily, toes angling outward in a crooked shuffle.
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| WEAR
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You slide your feet into your bright green poulaines, the long curled toes bouncing as their bells erupt in a bright, jangling fanfare.
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Firstperson slides into his bright green poulaines, the long curled toes bouncing as their bells erupt in a bright, jangling fanfare.
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A sudden fanfare of jangling bells bursts into the air, loud and merry as if announcing a grand entrance.
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| WIGGLE
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You set your bright green poulaines heel-to-heel and waddle forward in a ridiculous wiggle, the curled toes jingling madly with each wobbling step.
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Firstperson sets his bright green poulaines heel-to-heel and waddles forward in a ridiculous wiggle, the curled toes jingling madly with each wobbling step.
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A madcap chorus of bells jingles fills the air in uneven bursts, their wobbling rhythm tottering forward as if in a drunken dance.
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| Tier 2
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BOUNCE
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Cold
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You snap into a rigid bounce, heels striking hard as your bright green poulaines's bells jangle in cutting discord. A sneer curls your lips, the sharp rhythm of the bells daring others to match your mockery.
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Firstperson snaps into a rigid bounce, heels striking hard as his bright green poulaines's bells jangle in cutting discord. A sneer twists his lips, the sharp rhythm dripping with mockery.
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A harsh clamor of bells slices through the air, their discordant rhythm sharp and biting.
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| Reserved
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You rise onto the toes of your bright green poulaines in a half-hearted bounce, gaze distant as you look beyond those nearby. The bells of your bright green poulaines answer in clipped, precise notes.
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Firstperson rises onto the toes of his bright green poulaines in a half-hearted bounce, gaze distant and aloof. The bells of his poulaines answer in clipped, precise notes.
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A measured series of clipped bell notes rings out, precise and distant with an air of warning.
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| Neutral
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You give a drooping hop, shoulders sagging, your expression wilting like a flower gone to ruin. The bells of your bright green poulaines echo faintly, their muffled chime dancing through the air like a sigh.
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Firstperson gives a drooping hop, shoulders sagging, expression wilted like a flower gone to ruin. The bells of his bright green poulaines echo faintly, a muffled chime sighing into the air.
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Faint, muffled chimes drift weakly through the air, each sighing note trailing off as if too weary to linger.
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| Friendly
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You bound high, knees rising akimbo as your bright green poulaines's bells erupt in a riot of clamor. The exaggerated bounce ends in a wobbling pose, and you throw your hands wide for balance with a comedic air.
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Firstperson bounds high, knees rising akimbo as his bright green poulaines's bells erupt in a riot of clamor. The exaggerated bounce ends in a wobbling pose, his hands flung wide in an attempt at balance.
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A riotous clash of bells bursts into the air, their jumbled peals tumbling over one another in a wild, off-kilter rhythm.
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| Warm
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You spring into a buoyant bounce, arms flung wide as if to embrace the air itself. The bells of your bright green poulaines chime in bright cascades, each note tumbling over the next in a jubilant rhythm.
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Firstperson springs into a buoyant bounce, arms flung wide as if to embrace the air itself. The bells of his bright green poulaines chime in bright cascades, tumbling joyfully in a jubilant rhythm.
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A sparkling cascade of bells rings out in jubilant rhythm, their bright chimes tumbling through the air in playful delight.
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| JUMP
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Cold
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You launch into an aerial somersault and land with a hard stomp that sets the bells of your bright green poulaines jangling in a discordant fashion. A sharp smirk flickers across your face. Who is as good as you?
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Firstperson launches into an aerial somersault and lands with a hard stomp that sets the bells of his bright green poulaines jangling in a discordant fashion. A sharp smirk of arrogance twists across his face.
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A harsh jangle of bells crashes into the air, their discordant peals tumbling together in a swaggering display of noise.
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| Reserved
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You flip cleanly through the air and land with minimal flourish, your expression aloof and controlled as the bells on your bright green poulaines offer only a clipped chime.
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Firstperson flips cleanly through the air and lands with minimal flourish, his expression aloof and controlled as the bells on his bright green poulaines offer a clipped chime.
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A brief chime of bells rings out, clipped and exact, each note falling with the restraint of measured control.
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| Neutral
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You tumble through an aerial somersault, landing in a drooping crouch as though the weight of sorrow has dragged you back down to the earth. The bells on your bright green poulaines toll faintly, their low notes reminiscent of a dirge.
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Firstperson tumbles through an aerial somersault, landing in a drooping crouch and a posture heavy with sorrow. The bells on his bright green poulaines toll faintly, their low notes reminiscent of a dirge.
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Low, mournful chimes seep into the air, each note drawn out in a funeral-like rhythm before fading into silence.
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| Friendly
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You cartwheel into an aerial somersault and land in a sprawling heap, bouncing right back up as your bright green poulaines's bells explode in riotous clamor. Looking left, and then right, you dust yourself off and whistle a short tune that echoes the fading bells.
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Firstperson cartwheels into an aerial somersault and lands in a sprawling heap, bouncing right back up as the bells on his bright green poulaines explode in riotous clamor. Looking left, then right, he dusts off and whistles a short tune that echoes the fading bells.
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A wild burst of bells crashes into the air, their clamor tumbling into fading echoes soon answered by a brief, jaunty whistle.
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| Warm
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You spring into an aerial somersault and land in a flourish, arms wide, your bright green poulaines's bells chiming in a jubilant cascade that feels like musical laughter.
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Firstperson springs into an aerial somersault and lands in a flourish, arms wide. The bells of his bright green poulaines chime in a jubilant cascade that feels like musical laughter.
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A jubilant cascade of bells rings out, tumbling in a bright harmony that ripples through the air like musical laughter.
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| PRANCE
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Cold
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You march stiffly in a clipped trot, each step striking hard as the bells of your bright green poulaines jangle in sharp, derisive rhythm.
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Firstperson marches stiffly in a clipped trot, each step striking hard as the bells of his bright green poulaines jangle in sharp, derisive rhythm.
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A sharp cadence of bells rattles into the air, each clipped note striking with derisive precision like the mockery of a military march.
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| Reserved
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You pace forward in a measured trot, chin lifted high, the bells of your bright green poulaines chiming with a distant air of indifference.
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Firstperson paces forward in a measured trot, chin lifted high, the bells of his bright green poulaines chiming with a distant air of indifference.
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A distant chime of bells drifts into the air, each note carrying a cool and measured cadence.
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| Neutral
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You shuffle through a lopsided trot, shoulders drooping, the bells on your bright green poulaines tolling in a broken, sorrowful rhythm.
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Firstperson shuffles through a lopsided trot, shoulders drooping, the bells on his bright green poulaines tolling in a broken, sorrowful rhythm.
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The broken tone of bells stumbles through the air, each sorrowful chime dragging behind the next in a halting, mournful rhythm.
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| Friendly
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You prance forward in an exaggerated trot, knees bouncing high as the bells of your bright green poulaines jingle in chaotic, comical disarray.
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Firstperson prances forward in an exaggerated trot, knees bouncing high as the bells of his bright green poulaines jingle in chaotic, comical disarray.
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A clattering burst of chiming bells tumbles out in an uneven, off-kilter cadence. The notes wobble in a ridiculous, stumbling rhythm before fading.
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| Warm
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You skip into a lively trot, kicking up your heels so the bells of your bright green poulaines chime in a bright cascade of playful music.
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Firstperson skips into a lively trot, kicking up his heels so the bells of his bright green poulaines chime in a bright cascade of playful music.
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A bright cascade of bells dances through the air, each playful chime tumbling after the next in a merry, skipping tune.
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| SPIN
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Cold
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You whirl into a sharp spin, your movements clipped and precise, the bells on your bright green poulaines rattling in discordant, mocking tune.
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Firstperson whirls into a sharp spin, movements clipped and precise, the bells on his bright green poulaines rattling in discordant, mocking tune.
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A jagged rattle of bells whips through the air, each discordant note snapping with a sharp, mocking cadence.
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| Reserved
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You pivot slowly in a detached turn, your posture aloof as the bells of your bright green poulaines jingle with calculated restraint before abruptly falling silent.
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Firstperson pivots slowly in a detached turn, his posture aloof as the bells of his bright green poulaines jingle with fluttering restraint before abruptly falling silent.
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Faint, fluttering jingles drift into the air, their restrained rhythm faltering before silence settles in their wake.
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| Neutral
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You spin languidly, your shoulders sagging as the bells of your bright green poulaines echo through the air with a heartbreaking melody.
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Firstperson spins languidly, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world might crush him. Even the bells of his bright green poulaines chime sorrowfully, their cadence offering a slowly fading, heartbreaking melody.
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A sorrowful peal of bells drifts outward, each note heavy with weariness before fading away.
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| Friendly
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You whirl wide, arms flailing for comic effect as your bright green poulaines's bells erupt in a clattering jumble of sound.
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Firstperson whirls wide, arms flailing for comic effect as his bright green poulaines's bells erupt in a clattering jumble of sound.
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A clattering jumble of bells erupts into the air, their noisy tumble colliding in a chaotic burst of comic rhythm.
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| Warm
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You twirl exuberantly, arms outstretched and head tilted back as the bells of your bright green poulaines chime in a lively, cascading rhythm that overflows with joy.
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Firstperson twirls exuberantly, arms outstretched and head tilted back as the bells on his bright green poulaines chime in a lively, cascading rhythm that overflows with joy.
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A lively cascade of bells spills into the air, their jubilant chimes tumbling in radiant waves that overflow with unrestrained joy.
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| Tier 3
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FLIP
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BACK
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You spring into a backflip, heels flashing as the bells on your bright green poulaines jingle wildly, and land upright with arms flung wide in triumph.
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Firstperson springs into a backflip, heels flashing as the bells on his bright green poulaines jingle wildly, and lands upright with arms flung wide in triumph.
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na
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| FAIL
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You spring into the air for a flip, but your timing goes awry and you tumble into a graceless heap, the bells on your bright green poulaines jangling in a chaotic mockery of your effort.
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Firstperson springs into the air for a flip, but the timing goes awry and he tumbles into a graceless heap, the bells on his bright green poulaines jangling chaotically as if in mockery of his effort.
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na
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| FORWARD
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You make a quick dash, turning it into a forward flip, the bells of your bright green poulaines chiming in a bright, chaotic rhythm as you land with a sweeping bow.
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Firstperson makes a quick dash, turning it into a forward flip, the bells of his bright green poulaines chiming in a bright, chaotic rhythm before he lands with a sweeping bow.
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na
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| RAPID
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You vault into the air, tumbling through a series of rapid flips, the bells of your bright green poulaines clattering in a frenzied rhythm until you skid to a dramatic halt.
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Firstperson vaults into the air, tumbling through a series of rapid flips, the bells of his bright green poulaines clattering in a frenzied rhythm until he skids to a dramatic halt.
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na
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| TRIP
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You stumble forward in an exaggerated trip, only to somersault into a flip that ends with you standing in a jaunty pose as the bells of your bright green poulaines ring with comic fanfare.
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Firstperson stumbles forward in an exaggerated trip, only to somersault into a flip that ends with him standing in a jaunty pose as the bells of his bright green poulaines bells ring with comic fanfare.
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na
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| SKIP
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CIRCLE
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You skip in a widening circle, finishing with a dramatic flourish as the bells of your bright green poulaines spill into a giddy cascade.
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Firstperson skips in a widening circle, finishing with a dramatic flourish as the bells of his bright green poulaines spill into a giddy cascade.
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| JAUNTY
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You break into a jaunty skip, knees popping high while the bells on your bright green poulaines jingle in bright, tumbling peals.
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Firstperson breaks into a jaunty skip, knees popping high as the bells on his bright green poulaines jingle in bright, tumbling peals.
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| LONG
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You bound into long-legged skips, each leap setting the bells of your bright green poulaines jangling in riotous rhythm.
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Firstperson bounds into long-legged skips, each leap setting the bells of his bright green poulaines jangling in riotous rhythm.
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| STUMBLE
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You stumble forward, then recover into a series of exaggerated skips, your bright green poulaines's bells ringing in comic counterpoint to your mock clumsiness.
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Firstperson stumbles forward, then recovers into a series of exaggerated skips, his bright green poulaines's bells ringing in comic counterpoint to his mock clumsiness.
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| ZIGZAG
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Firstperson skips in a quick zigzag, heels flicking out as the bells of his bright green poulaines chatter like a dozen tiny chimes.
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Murmuring under your breath, you remember that you've changed the style of your bright green poulaines to skip with a bit of zigzag.
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| STOMP
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HEEL
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You stamp a heel down, then the other, before clicking them together so the bells of your bright green poulaines careen into noisy applause.
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Firstperson stamps a heel down, then the other, before clicking them together so the bells of his bright green poulaines careen into noisy applause.
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| MARTIAL
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You pound forward in a mock martial march, each stomp setting the bells of your bright green poulaines rattling like unruly drums.
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Firstperson pounds forward in a mock martial march, each stomp setting the bells of his bright green poulaines rattling like unruly drums.
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| MEASURE
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You stomp once, stomp twice, then add a third for good measure, the bells of your bright green poulaines jangling louder with each impact.
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Firstperson stomps once, stomps twice, then adds a third for good measure, the bells of his bright green poulaines jangling louder with each impact.
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| THUNDER
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You plant your feet and deliver a thunderous stomp, the bells on your bright green poulaines exploding into a racket of triumphant clatter.
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Firstperson plants his feet and delivers a thunderous stomp, the bells on his bright green poulaines exploding into a triumphant clatter.
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| WOBBLE
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You lift your foot high for a stomp but wobble sideways, landing in a comic shuffle that sends the bells of your bright green poulaines's into a chaotic cacophony of sound.
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Firstperson lifts a foot high for a stomp but wobbles sideways, landing in a comic shuffle that sends the bells of his bright green poulaines into a chaotic cacophony of sound.
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| SWOON
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DEATH
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You clutch at your chest with both hands, stagger forward a few steps, and collapse flat onto your back in a pantomime of sudden death. The bells on your bright green poulaines jangle once, then fall eerily silent.
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Firstperson clutches at his chest with both hands, staggers forward a few steps, and collapses flat onto his back in a pantomime of sudden death. The bells on his bright green poulaines jangle once, then fall eerily silent.
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| DEFIANCE
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You trip over your own bright green poulaines and fall into a swoon, arms flung wide as the bells on your toes jingle in comic defiance.
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Firstperson trips over his own bright green poulaines and falls into a swoon, arms flung wide as the bells on his toes jingle in comic defiance.
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| DESPAIR
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You stagger backward, clutching your chest in mock despair before collapsing into an exaggerated swoon, the bells of your bright green poulaines jangling wildly in protest.
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Firstperson staggers backward, clutching his chest in mock despair before collapsing into an exaggerated swoon, the bells of his bright green poulaines jangling wildly in protest.
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| DIZZY
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You whirl in a dizzying spin, then tumble into a swoon as though overcome, the bells of your bright green poulaines clattering in chaotic accompaniment.
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Firstperson whirls in a dizzying spin before tumbling into a swoon as though overcome, the bells of his bright green poulaines clattering in chaotic accompaniment.
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| DRAMATIC
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You flutter your hands near your face, roll your eyes heavenward, and tumble into a dramatic swoon, the bells of your bright green poulaines chiming in a mocking applause.
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Firstperson flutters his hands near his face, rolls his eyes heavenward, and tumbles into a dramatic swoon, the bells of his bright green poulaines chiming in what seems like a mocking applause.
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MarotteUsage
| Tier
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Verb
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Demeanor
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First
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Third
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Hidden
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| Jolly Jingler Ensemble Information
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| Type
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Fluff
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| Item Classification
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Accessory Clothing
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| Item(s) Applied to
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Hat Poulaines Marotte
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| Alterable
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Yes
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| Light/Deep
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No
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| Customizable
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Yes
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| Custom
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Marotte Bell Marotte Ribbon
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| Original Release Venue
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Ebon Gate
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| Original Release Year
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2025
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| Tiered
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Yes
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| Number of Tiers
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Variable
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| How to Unlock
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Certificate
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| Restrictions
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Individual components may have restrictions. See their sections for details.
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