Entrant Name: Bremerial
Entrant Account: searsw3
 
Entry:
Pirate: The pirate whistles, tossing a gold coin and snatching it from the air.
Parrot: Squawking noisily, the parrot hops from one foot to another.


Congratulations to the Winners!

Aluenna
Bremerial
Corlyne
Dhask
Fjalar
Iglaseus
Keleborn
Phever
Radeek
Sunbeam



Today is Feastday, day 8 of the month Phoenatos in the year 5109.  It is 15:53 by the elven
time standard.  It is currently late afternoon.



*** Host Valyrka is here to answer your assist. ***


[Adventurers' Rest, Deck]
The deck is bordered by neatly trimmed evergreen hedges, a miniature forest even in the 
midst of town.  There are some chairs set in cozy groupings, and baskets of flowers 
swaying from the eaves of the Rest.  Tall iron posts on either side of some swinging 
doors support simple lanterns.  You also see a small clump of soot, a small clump of 
soot, a small clump of soot, a small clump of soot, the Ratolin disk and an ivy-covered 
iron barrel.
Also here: GameHost Valyrka, Eviltoes who is sitting
Obvious paths: none

Valyrka whispers, "Hi there."

You softly say, "Thanks for coming."

Valyrka whispers, "I understand you won a contest and need to collect."

You softly say, "We can do this elsewhere."

You nod to Valyrka.

You stand back up.

You softly say, "Indeed."

You softly say, "Please."

You reach out and hold Valyrka's hand.

You can't go there.

Valyrka whispers, "Well I will need to refer you so a GM can get that done for you."

[Adventurers' Rest, Bar]
Gleaming mistwood stools are grouped against the long sturdy bar.  The stools, and 
even sections of the bar itself, vary in height to accommodate everyone from 
giantman to halfling comfortably.  You also see some swinging doors and the 
barmaid Shorga.
Obvious exits: east
Valyrka followed.

You softly say, "Oh ok."
>
Valyrka whispers, "What prize did you have in mind."

You quietly whisper to Valyrka, "Alteration of claid."
>
Shorga becomes wide-eyed as a sudden fit of hiccups bursts forth from her lips!
>
Valyrka whispers, "Alrighty."
>
Valyrka whispers, "Alright, I have set you up with a referral to speak with a GM.  
If you need to leave the lands before you speak to a GM, you will re-enter the queue 
when you return."

You quietly whisper to Valyrka, "Hoping that any change in description won't affect 
bonding - if so will select another item."
>
Valyrka nods to you.

You nod to Valyrka.
>
Valyrka whispers, "The GM can let you know if it will."

You softly say, "Great."

You softly say, "Thanks."

Valyrka whispers, "Congrats!"

You smile at Valyrka.

You let out a cheer!

You grin.
>
Valyrka whispers, "You have a great day."
>
Valyrka lets out a cheer!

You wave.

You softly say, "You too."
>
Valyrka gives you a quick little smooch.
>
Valyrka waves.

You smile.

You grin.
>
Valyrka vanishes in a puff of smoke!

_______________________________________________________


SEND[Aiza] Hello Bremerial.  Do you have time for your referral?  You can 
respond via REPORT.


You softly exclaim, "Indeed!"

SEND[Aiza] Mind stepping out of the tent?



*** GameMaster Aiza Del-Toran is here to answer your referral. ***

Aiza says, "Hello."

You softly say, "Hello."
>
Aiza says, "Congratulations on your prize win."
>
Aiza asks, "What would you like?"

You softly say, "Thanks so much."

You softly say, "Alteration of my claid please."

Aiza nods.

Aiza twiddles her thumbs.
>
You softly say, "I think my chosen discriptor meets requirements."

You softly say, "One sec - need to consult a scroll."
>
Aiza nods.

You softly say, "Ok."

You remove a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore from in your spidersilk harness.

You offer your mithril claidhmore to Aiza, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. 
Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You quietly whisper to Aiza, "A battle-marred rune-etched warclaidh: SHOW: Masterfully 
crafted from grey mithril, the weapon's body displays distinct dwarven runes embedded 
between bold striations that run from point to crossguard. Polished quillions slant 
downward, away from the time-worn leather-wrapped grip and pommel capped with segments 
of a radiant crimson essence. Set upon the crossguard is an etched ebony teardrop set 
between an intricately etched pair of dragons with wings spread as though in the process 
of taking flight."
>
Aiza shifts her weight.
>
Aiza says, "Just a second."

You quietly whisper to Aiza, "Hope this is ok - think it meets the rules but you'll 
need to confirm - also will change of name affect bonding?"
>
Aiza shakes her head.

You beam!

You softly say, "Great."

You softly say, "Think I stuck to the 15/15/15 rule."
>
Aiza says, "Warclaidh is not an acceptable synonym for claidhmore."
>
Aiza says, "In fact, there aren't any."

You softly say, "Oh."

You softly say, "Then I need to consider another synonym."
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Aiza says, "There aren't any."
>
Aiza chuckles.

Aiza says, "You can always check on the website."
>
You snicker.

You softly say, "One sec."

You softly say, "Just checking there are no battle-marred rune etched claidhmores 
that can be bought off a shelf are there? Changing the name to that would be a waste 
of an alteration."
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Aiza says, "I don't have that information."

You softly say, "Heck - will go with the following then."

You softly say, "Shame - put a lot of thought into the latter."

You grin.

You softly say, "A battle-marred rune-etched claidhmore: SHOW: Masterfully crafted 
from grey mithril, the weapon's body displays distinct dwarven runes embedded between 
bold striations that run from point to crossguard. Polished quillions slant downward, 
away from the time-worn leather-wrapped grip and pommel capped with segments of a 
radiant crimson essence. Set upon the crossguard is an etched ebony teardrop set 
between an intricately etched pair of dragons with wings spread as though in the 
process of taking flight."

You softly say, "If that is acceptable please."
>
Aiza says, "And there's no telling if one may be made in the future."
>
Aiza says, "Let's see."
>
Aiza asks, "The runes are embedded?"

You softly say, "Not if that's a problem, they're not."

You chuckle.
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Aiza says, "That would indicate that they are made of something instead of carved into it."

You softly say, "Ahhh ok replace the word embedded with..."

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

You softly say, "Just remove the word embedded."
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Aiza nods.
>
Aiza says, "Gimme the claidhmore."

You beam happily at Aiza!

You offer your mithril claidhmore to Aiza, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  
Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
>
Aiza has accepted your offer and is now holding a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore.

You see GameMaster Aiza Del-Toran.
She appears to be a Human.
She is statuesque.  She has ever-shifting multihued quicksilver eyes and perfectly 
pale skin.  She has free-flowing, gossamer ebony hair that frames her beautiful face 
in shadowy waves.
Her face is concealed by a shimmering sheer ebony veil.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a razor-sharp mithril claidhmore in her right hand.
She is wearing a scintillating gold ring suspended from a delicate platinum chain, 
a deeply hooded ebony silk cloak strung with a chain of faceted black diamonds, a 
long flowing ethereal pearlescent grey gown draped in layers of exquisite ebony 
lace, a gleaming quicksilver bracer, and a pair of dark celestial slippers.

You softly say, "Long long time since I been in consulting lounge."

You surreptitiously glance around the room.

[Consultation Lounge]
The cozy surroundings of this simple conference room provide a much-welcomed 
respite from the chaos just outside its walls.  You notice several plush 
chairs arranged casually around the room in a comfortable grouping.  You also see the 
Bremerial disk.
Also here: GameMaster Aiza
Obvious exits: none

You softly say, "Decor not changed either."
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Aiza shows you a battle-marred rune-etched claidhmore, which she is holding in her 
right hand.  Masterfully crafted from grey mithril, the weapon's body displays 
distinct dwarven runes between bold striations that run from point to crossguard.  
Polished quillions slant downward, away from the time-worn leather-wrapped grip 
and pommel capped with segments of a radiant crimson essence.  Set upon the 
crossguard is an etched ebony teardrop set between an intricately etched pair of 
dragons with wings spread as though in the process of taking flight.  You also 
notice a small enchanter's glyph.

You softly say, "One sec - reading."

You turn to Aiza and cheer!

You softly say, "My thanks...."

You softly exclaim, "Perfection personified!"

You turn to Aiza and cheer!
>
Aiza offers you a battle-marred rune-etched claidhmore.  Click ACCEPT to accept
the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Aiza's offer and are now holding a battle-marred rune-etched claidhmore.

You softly say, "Many thanks for your time."
>
Aiza nods.
>
Aiza asks, "Anything else I can help you with today?"

You softly say, "Am good thanks."
>
Aiza says, "Have a good day."
>
Aiza waves.

You softly say, "You too."

You wave.
>
The world grows blurry and indistinct.  After a moment everything becomes clear 
again.  Looking about, you see...


......... about 10 minutes later..

I send a report: [Report] 

Hope it's alright to use report function. Thank you Aiza for the time taken to 
alter my claidhmore. Sorry to be a pain but I have noticed that there have been 
and are warclaids sold in the land - for example a an etched elven warclaidh - 
2x newstyle, a battle-marred ora Faendryl warclaidh (albeit a rare item); and 
a heavy veniom-hilted warclaidh with a jagged blood-grooved blade. I know on 
the website there are no synonyms listed. However Warclaids apparently do 
exist in the lands. Would it therefore be possible to have the alteration provided 
a moment ago changed from 'claidhmore' to 'warclaidh' - I don't mind being placed 
back in a referral queue is needed.


SEND[Aiza] While there may have been warclaidhs made previously, it was not in 
accordance with current alteration standards.  Since then, a clear-cut list of 
approved weapons names have been issued and must be strictly adhered to.  
Unfortunately, warclaidh is not one of them.


SEND[Aiza] Just because it was made in the past, does not mean it should have been, 
and will be done so in the future.

You softly say, "Ok - guess I have to accept that - thanks for the work undertaken."

You shrug.