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I had a reasonable time at Ebon Fest recently. The most significant item obtained was a raffle won illusion sigil.
Bremerial's new sigil
However outside of the Fest, the most significant thing to happen has been improvement in my ability to send mana. I absolutely love doing this! I only have spiritual control at the moment. However I may improve my training to accommodate the needs of those with more elemental needs.

Something is brewing in Kharam-Dzu. We are being invaded by Turkeys of all things. I thought this was a prelude to something bigger. However I have forgotten that ooc it's thanks-giving in the US.

You dredge the back of your throat for some meaty phlegm and bring a gob to the tip of your tongue. You expertly shape the gob into a perfect missile and fire it at your intended victim!
The sticky missile hits a fat bald-headed gobbler's chest!
Roundtime: 5 sec.

You swing a battle-marred rune-etched claidhmore at a fat bald-headed gobbler!
AS: +471 vs DS: +162 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +7 = +360
... and hit for 165 points of damage!
Wild upward slash removes the bald-headed gobbler's face from its skull!
Interesting way to die.
The bald-headed gobbler augers into the ground, its death spiral ending in a **THUD**.
Roundtime: 8 sec.

Well, had an encounter with a seemingly wild dog in town today.

A lanky wild dog tries to bite Piquel!
AS: +311 vs DS: +116 with AvD: +24 + d100 roll: +78 = +297
... and hits for 70 points of damage!
Elbow punctured, oh what pain!
He is stunned!

I was determined to try and track it down. The intent was to learn more about it, not to try and kill it... not yet at least. I purchased some muffins for it and went in search.

A lanky wild dog just arrived.
You remove a cinnamon bun from in your ancient pack.
A lanky wild dog growls.
You drop a cinnamon bun.

>l dog
You see a fairly typical wild dog.
It appears to be in good shape.
It has a fresh oatmeal doughnut.

The wild dog drops a fresh oatmeal doughnut.
A mule snuffles a bit, its lips turning upward in what is almost a smile.
A lanky wild dog snatches up a cinnamon bun.
You nod to the wild dog.
A lanky wild dog growls at the mule.

You say, "Leave the mule alone."

You point at a fresh oatmeal doughnut.

A lanky wild dog bites a cinnamon bun.
A lanky wild dog shudders.
A mule snuffles a bit, its lips turning upward in what is almost a smile.

You say, "There now..."

A lanky wild dog tries to bite a mule!
AS: +311 vs DS: +314 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +84 = +120
... and hits for 11 points of damage!
Weak slash to the mule's lower back!

A lanky wild dog just went west.

You say, "Gah."

The mule licks its wounds.

I wonder what my AS would have been had I had a full battery of offensive spells on me. 621 'aint to shabby though. I was in full berserk mode.

You spin around looking for something to attack!
You rage across the battlefield, striking with unrelenting fury!
You swing a battle-marred rune-etched claidhmore at a human thief!
AS: +621 vs DS: +366 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +5 = +304
... and hit for 141 points of damage!
Wicked slash slices open the human thief's chest!
Heart and lungs pureed!

This morning I saw Whuid for, I think, the first time since the Mist Harbor festival. it was great to see the giggling halfling. Definitely my favourite huckster in the lands! Details of our meeting have been attached.


Yesterday I managed to hear that Weepy would be present at Mist Harbor. I managed to make my way there and get some work done. It's not often this happens to me. I'm just glad I was awake.

I've undertaken some considerable hunting this morning with Pulsegiver. What a lovely person she is..and she has my same wicked sense of humour. But strangely, it was her way of dealing with that annoying dwarven recruiter that I loved.

Speaking to a dwarven recruiter, Pulsegiver exclaims, "Scram!"

I had some excellent work carried out by Khlat and Perezz today. It has been an excellent day. Alterations are not something I traditionally seek - with perhaps the sole exception of special events - as they are a nice addition to my main activity of hunting, socialising and drinking. I now need to work out what to do with the three remaining pieces of work to be done. Will think of something no doubt. Its a nice problem to have.

For the first time in years I struggled to decide what to have altered when actually in a queue and selected. My first idea was not permitted and I paniced. I ended up with a thumb signet in a a brown paper-wrapped square gift box neatly tied with a simple cord. Note to self: Don't panic - think harder. Chisma does not bite! ;) On a brighter note, a group of us had a fun session with Whuid and Ianthra undertook some work for me and Tdem.

I got a gentle reminder today of in-game rules. I was going to disarm Girthros but realised I was too badly injured and remarked:

"Am too heavy - see those penalties?"

[Roll result: 33 (open d100: -6) Penalties: 57]
You swing your rune-etched claidhmore at Githros's vultite katar and connect!
You fail to knock the katar away!
Roundtime: 5 sec.

To which I received the following:

You get the feeling that "See dem penalities" is probably borderline OOC, so it should probably be whispered.

Very borderline. Injury does create physical hunting limitations... I see no reason why they cannot be referred to as penalties and remain acceptable in-game. So ok, I didn't have that in mind when I said it, but still...

Consider me rebuked! I always feel like a naughty schoolgirl when I get those whispered comments.

A mugger decided that if ye could not kill me, he would insult me.

A halfling mugger shouts, "Die, ya strumpet!"

I take objection to being called a strumpet!

I visited the Elven town for the last time in my life yesterday. It was essentially to retrieve the remainder of my coins in the bank there and to obtain some paper from the newly established paper shop there. I have no reason to ever visit that town now and will not do so.

I decided to visit Wehnimer's Landing to see Whuid who was paying a visit to the CHE Festival. However, taking the Teras Boat would have resulted in me arriving late. So for the first time, I used a ticket anchored by Chronmages.

ask guard about chronomage
A burly dwarven guard peers at you and asks, "What about the Chronomages? I've never met one myself, but I hear they aren't to be trifled with. They're the ones who anchored the magic that these tickets use."

ask guard about ticket
A burly dwarven guard clearly says, "The way a travel ticket works is simple. Hold it in your hand inside the waiting room and when it is time you will be transported to your destination. If you are unsure whether you are in a waiting room, look at your ticket. It will glow if you are in the correct place. You cannot travel with a ticket purchased by another. Also, there are times when travel to certain locations will become unstable and will not work. You can read your ticket to check when the next transport will take place and you can gaze at your ticket to check its destination."

ask guard about price
A burly dwarven guard grins and says, "Tickets are priced at 100000 silvers. Local citizens will receive a ten percent discount. Partial citizens will receive a five percent discount." The guard glances over its shoulder and leans closer to you. In a hushed voice it whispers, "I am only allowed to sell you a ticket once every two days, but for a little extra I am willing to sell you any additional tickets for a flat rate of 300000 silvers." The guard straightens and offers you a quick wink.

I purchased my ticket and with orb in hand waited in the lobby area for departure.

Suddenly your orb dissolves into a silver mist that begins to swirl about you. Arcs of gold and brass streak across your vision making it impossible to discern anything beyond the spinning silver mist. Gradually the whirlwind of color subsides and it becomes obvious that your surroundings have changed.

Today I had mana leached from me from a fellow adventurer.

Eliaku gestures at you.
CS: +525 - TD: +357 + CvA: -21 + d100: +12 - +30 == +129
Warding failed!
A dull grey beam momentarily materializes between Eliaku and you!
You shake violently as you feel vital energy pulled from your body!
...You lose 36 mana!

I don't have too many deaths these days I confess but this was a funny one... not because of the manner of death but more because of the aftermath

A jungle troll places a foot on your shoulder. With that leverage, it reaches down and grabs ahold of your head. Taking a breath and then with a hoarse grunt, the troll back muscles arch as it rips your head off.

The jungle troll lifts your severed head up high and flings it groundward where it smashes into a misshapen mess with a sickening **THUD**!

A dwarf skull rolls along the ground in a wobbling course before finally coming to rest.

A jungle troll says, "Do'olarbr n'vrlor' 'vr'ragh ruo fir sra lurlar'mris ghuo."

look at skull
You see a dwarf skull, similar to what yours might look like if it was ripped off and stomped on by a large angry beast. The last scraggly bits of hair fall off of a dwarf skull.

You give a ghostly chuckle. You say, "Charming."

A dwarf skull collapses into pieces of bones and dried flesh.

Ledirth appeared in Mist Harbor to undertake two pieces of work. Lightening and deepening and alterations to gems. I was amazed to be be able to benefit from both. Additionally, I submitted some of my own ale recipes to Thandiwe for use within Mist Harbor. I do so hope that they are approved.

Jeril gave me hope that Sentrys could be hunted by me. He suggested feint, symbol of holiness and disarm. So armed with this information I went to see one out today to test my skill. For the first time I managed to inflict some damage on the Sentry. However, it retaliated with sweet vengeance. Only beserking skills keps me vertical.

>symb of holiness sent

A wave of power flows out of you and toward an ethereal triton sentry. Suddenly the triton sentry bursts into flames and falls to the ground! The triton sentry rolls around desperately trying to extinguish the flames.
... 15 points of damage!
Weak blow leaves a brief imprint on the triton sentry's chest!

An ethereal triton sentry points an ethereal, clawed finger toward you!
CS: +466 - TD: +355 + CvA: -21 + d100: +48 - +15 == +123
Warding failed!
You feel a surge of intense energy suddenly tear violently at your body! You feel drained!
... and hits for 23 points of damage!
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left hand burns fingers bright red.
... 10 points of damage!
You just got the cold shoulder!
... 5 points of damage!
Light shock to neck. That stings!
The electricity carries itself through you and dissipates in the water with a small crackle.
... 20 points of damage!
Good blow to your head leaves you confused!
You are stunned for 8 rounds!


Ummm - was using a script to get from home to places and was penalised. Perhaps someone thought I was AFK and scripting. But it was quite annoying all the same.

...All this activity is beginning to make you tired. Roundtime: 22 seconds.

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