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2012
a rune-etched fiery red tent, [North Ring Road], Lich #266
Automated flare adding
[The Innate Element]
The walls of the tent are comprised of thick, black canvas and hold a few patches in many areas, the fabric rugged yet secure. Near the center of the area, sits a bubbling cauldron, a blackened firepit and a pile of stones. A small countertop rises in between a block of ice and a lightning rod. You also see a frost-edged blackened sign and a silver-eyed dwarven wizard.
Obvious exits: out
[Sign]
In the Common language, it reads:
Welcome to the Innate Element!
Would you like your weapon imbued with the power of the elements? Or perhaps you've grown tired of the one your weapon already has?
Just ASK me about fire, earth, acid, cold, or lightning to begin!
>ask wiz about fire "Ah, fire: purifying, cleansing, redeeming fire," the wizard says softly, its voice taking on an almost sing-song rhythm and a strange light gleaming in its eyes. It gazes into the nearby firepit, lost in thought for a moment, before continuing. "I can imbue a weapon with the spirit of fire so you may cleanse the impurities of your foes." You remove a ritual dagger from in your black pouch. (Standard sanctified dagger, 0x.) >ask wiz about fire "Fire, is it? The cleansing fire, sweeping across the field of battle!" says the wizard in mock grandeur, as he sweeps your dagger through the air in great arcs. "Yes, I think this ritual dagger would be most suitable, most suitable indeed, provided you are willing to pay me 1800 silvers. Just ask again, and we will begin." >ask wiz about fire (Denial on +22 fireleaf runestaff, possibly with scroll charms on it.) The wizard moves to accept your fireleaf runestaff, but as it reaches for it a bolt of red sparks flies off from the weapon, burning it. "Curses upon you!" it exclaims, "for visiting such a powerful weapon upon me. Take it from my sight!" You remove a gold-capped witchwood runestaff from in your knapsack. (Plain +17 runestaff)) >ask wiz about fire "Fire, is it? The cleansing fire, sweeping across the field of battle!" says the wizard in mock grandeur, as he sweeps your runestaff through the air in great arcs. "Yes, I think this witchwood runestaff would be most suitable, most suitable indeed, provided you are willing to pay me 117500 silvers. Just ask again, and we will begin." You remove a gnarled and twisted orase runestave from in your knapsack. (Plain +20 runestaff) >ask wiz about fire "Fire, is it? The cleansing fire, sweeping across the field of battle!" says the wizard in mock grandeur, as he sweeps your runestave through the air in great arcs. "Yes, I think this twisted orase runestave would be most suitable, most suitable indeed, provided you are willing to pay me 166900 silvers. Just ask again, and we will begin." >ask wiz about lightning "Electricity, is it? You will truly shock your enemies!" says the wizard, cackling at its attempt at humor as it turns your runestave over in its hands. "This twisted orase runestave would be most suitable, most suitable indeed, provided you are willing to pay me 264900 silvers. Just ask again, and we will begin." >ask wiz about cold "Cold, is it? Why, your enemies' blood will run with ice!" says the wizard, cackling at its attempt at humor as it turns your runestave over in its hands. "This twisted orase runestave would be most suitable, most suitable indeed, provided you are willing to pay me 166900 silvers. Just ask again, and we will begin." >ask wiz about acid "Acid, is it? Why, your enemies will dissolve in fear!" says the wizard, cackling at its attempt at humor as it turns your runestave over in its hands. "This twisted orase runestave would be most suitable, most suitable indeed, provided you are willing to pay me 264900 silvers. Just ask again, and we will begin." >ask wiz about acid The wizard claps his hands together and says, "Acid it will be!" It seizes your runestave and stalks off towards a bubbling cauldron. The wizard plunges the runestave deep within the bubbling cauldron, which begins to bubble and froth alarmingly... A billowing column of green-hued smoke explodes up from the bubbling cauldron, filling the air within the tent with an acrid stench! The viridan brew within the bubbling cauldron settles to a rolling boil, bathing the twisted orase runestave on all sides. A spray of acid erupts out from the bubbling cauldron at Bibulous. ... 15 points of damage! Burn to cheek. Not a pretty sight. He is stunned! A silver-eyed dwarven wizard accepts your note and hands you a new one. The wizard hands you back your twisted orase runestave, on which you notice a faint sheen. Speaking hoarsely to Bibulous, you say, "Sorry about that."