Warbling bird

Warbling birds were sold aboard the 2001 run of the Dhu Gillywack in a shop called Serranade's Songbirds.

Verb Traps

VERB	FIRST	THIRD
TURN When already wound	You have already wound your dark invar robin. Turning it further might damage it.	N/A
TURN When not wound	You slowly wind the dark invar robin's crank, feeling the spring tighten and the clicking of tiny gears as the nightingale's beak opens and closes.	XXX slowly winds the crank of his scorched steel nightingale, and you hear the tiny click of gears as the nightingale's beak opens and closes.
TAP	You idly tap the beak of your scorched steel nightingale. The scorched steel nightingale shuffles uncomfortably, as if just awakened. It leans from foot to foot a moment before arching its neck and letting forth a beautiful trill.	XXX idly taps the beak of his scorched steel nightingale. The scorched steel nightingale shuffles uncomfortably as if it just awakened. It leans from foot to foot a moment before arching its neck and letting forth a beautiful trill.
RUB	You gently stroke the back of your scorched steel nightingale. The creature coos softly and stretches out its wings under your caress.	XXX gently strokes the back of his scorched steel nightingale. The creature coos softly and stretches out its wings under the caress.
PUSH When not wound	You will need to wind your scorched steel nightingale first.	N/A
PUSH When wound	You push back the latch holding the crank in place on your scorched steel nightingale and the mechanical sound of clicking gears can be heard. Suddenly, the nightingale seems to come to life as it flaps its wings in rhythmic motion and begins to sing a hauntingly beautiful melody.	XXX pushes back the latch holding the crank in place on his scorched steel nightingale. The mechanical sound of clicking gears can be heard. Suddenly the nightingale seems to come to life as it flaps its wings in a rhythmic motion and begins to sing a hauntingly beautiful melody.
	As your scorched steel nightingale continues to sing, a beautiful and hypnotic melody lilts through the air as if the nightingale is pouring out its mechanical heart for the world to hear.	As XXX's scorched steel nightingale continues to sing, a beautiful and hypnotic melody lilts through the air as if the nightingale is pouring out its mechanical heart for the world to hear.
	A high pitched trill fills the air as your scorched steel nightingale flexes its wings elegantly and brings its melodic tune to a beautiful crescendo.	A high pitched trill fills the air as XXX's scorched steel nightingale flexes its wings elegantly and brings its melodic tune to a beautiful crescendo.
	Your scorched steel nightingale begins rocking back and forth on its perch as it trills out a jaunty, fast paced tune. Its jerky movements almost seem to resemble some sort of avian jig!	XXX's scorched steel nightingale begins rocking back and forth on its perch as it trills out a jaunty, fast paced tune. Its jerky movements almost seem to resemble some sort of avian jig!
	You smile softly as a gentle lull in the tune brings your scorched steel nightingale's song from a fevered pitch to a calm, soothing melody.	XXX smiles softly as a gentle lull in the tune brings his scorched steel nightingale's song from a fevered pitch to a calm, soothing melody.
	A mournful dirge pours out from within your scorched steel nightingale. Its lament for the end of the song is readily apparent.	A mournful dirge pours out from within <character>'s scorched steel nightingale. Its lament for the end of the song is readily apparent.
	Your scorched steel nightingale winds down as it reaches the end of its power. Its song fades and slows until the last note is sung and the nightingale's wings fall motionless against its sides.	XXX's scorched steel nightingale winds down as it reaches the end of its power. Its song fades and slows until the last note is sung and the nightingale's wings fall motionless against its sides.
EXHALE	A shriek akin to the death-cry of a mongrel kobold pierces the relative silence around you. Looking over, you notice people staring at you oddly, as you squeeze and blow into your scorched steel nightingale as if it was a bagpipe. Comparatively, even a bagpipe would sound good!	A shriek akin to the death-cry of a mongrel kobold pierces the relative silence around you. Looking over, you notice XXX squeezing and blowing into his scorched steel nightingale as if it were a bagpipe. The noise makes even a bagpipe sound good.
PROD	The scorched steel nightingale lets out a low, sharp whistle while flapping its wings at you in agitation. Its angry twitter continues for a few moments while it attempts to settle down. Perhaps you should be nicer to your scorched steel nightingale in the future?	The scorched steel nightingale lets out a low, sharp whistle while flapping its wings at <character> in agitation. Its angry twitter continues for a few moments while it attempts to settle down.
PULL	You foolishly pull on the beak of your scorched steel nightingale. In response, it lets out an earshattering screech that causes you to flinch, fortunately allowing you to avoid its sharp beak trying to snap at you.	XXX pulls on the beak of his scorched steel nightingale. It lets out an alarming screech and tries to snap at him!
SMOOCH	You turn and smooch the scorched steel nightingale perched on your shoulder lovingly. The scorched steel nightingale seems to brighten at this and leads into a tender lovesong. Gentle, lilting notes fill the air as the scorched steel nightingale serenades you.	Booooiiiinnnnggg!!! You notice XXX turn and smooch the scorched steel nightingale perched on his shoulder lovingly. The bird seems to brighten at this and leads into a tender lovesong. Gentle, lilting notes fill the air as the scorched steel nightingale serenades XXX.
SPIN	You enthusiastically turn the crank on your scorched steel nightingale, impatient to bring forth a beautiful song. The gears inside the scorched steel nightingale groan in protest and then.. Booooiiiinnnnggggg!!! Next time try to turn it a little more slowly.	You look over in time to see XXX with an embarassed grin on his face, having just turned the crank on his scorched steel nightingale too far. Luckily he didn't break it!
WAVE	You point up into the air and sharply command your scorched steel nightingale to take flight. Suddenly the nightingale begins to flap its wings quickly. Slowly it rises bare inches off of your shoulder and lets out a merry trill at its accomplishment before landing again.	XXX points up into the air and sharply commands his scorched steel nightingale to take flight. Suddenly the nightingale begins to flap its wings quickly. Slowly, it rises bare inches off his shoulder and lets out a merry trill at its accomplishment before landing again.

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