**Okay, here's the story, Maia and Dralork had gotten married and had a child. Dralork disappeared, and Maia fell in love with Toddle. Dralork came back, and found out everything, and swore to kill Toddle.** Dralork stomps in. You look up to the slender black male human. Slender black male human. You gaze upon a slender guy with black skin. His dark hair is rather course looking and it sticks up in places as if it hasn't been washed in a while. He is rather tall and you notice what appears to be a birthmark on his neck, when you look closer it looks like some type of sun symbol, but is a bit disfigured. His lips are his most obvious attributes, they seem to be perfectly rounded and almost the image of perfection. He is tall and skinny for a human. He looks nice. He is in good shape. He is extremely weary. He is wearing two golden rings, a large scabbard, a long black trench coat, a money belt, a mystical necklace, a pair of black shades, a pair of black steel-toed boots, a scabbard belt (with two ratslayers sheathed inside) and a skull and crossbones earring. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > The slender black male human smiles at Shiori. A big-nosed dark-eyed male elf dances in. Dralork stomps north. The shimmering barrier around you vanishes. Dralork stomps in. The big-nosed dark-eyed male elf snickers happily. Shiori curtseys gracefully to the slender black male human. Toddle giggles softly. The big-nosed dark-eyed male elf hides himself in the darkness. Dralork looks at Maia. The slender black male human looks at Dralork. Dralork looks at Toddle. Maia looks at Dralork. > Dralork goes hmmmm. Toddle nods solemnly to Dralork. Dralork ponders the situation. Maia steps in front of Toddle and starts to guard him. Jago states briefly in xyllic: I'm Jago. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. You lost your concentration. You are wearing a black ornamented cleric's robe, a golden circlet, two golden rings, a knee-high black boots, a large backpack, a small herbbag and a snake suit. You are carrying a falcon sceptre and a fancy gem. > Dralork fondles his beard thoughtfully. The merchant wagon rolls in. You wield the falcon sceptre in your right hand. You already concentrate upon another miracle. **Yes, Yes** > The merchant wagon rolls east. Dralork looks at Toddle. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant looks around curiously. **take 3** You hum a mystic melody to your deity. > Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: Hmm. Dralork draws a blacksilver tschekal from his large scabbard. Dralork wields a blacksilver tschekal in his right hand and left hand. Dralork unwields a blacksilver tschekal. Frob says in xyllic: we need to get rid of all the elves, and some fairies too Frob nods solemnly. With a gesture you create a shimmering barrier around yourself. **yah!!!** Dralork improves his blacksilver tschekal by his skills. Frob draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. Toddle asks Dralork in xyllic: Something the matter? Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. A warm autumn breeze blows, and people seem to be happy that winter has not yet arrived. The gloomy gray sky makes everything in the city look less vibrant than it should in the autumn. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is resting here), Shiori and Toddle. > Frob touches Toddle's light blue aura. Frob wields a long, wooden staff in his right hand and left hand. Dralork fondles his beard thoughtfully. Frob takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. A bandy-legged slight male gnome slips in. Maia looks at Dralork. Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: Not yet. You notice a bandy-legged slight male gnome touching you. Frob takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. The bandy-legged slight male gnome slips west. You are wielding a falcon sceptre. You are wearing a black ornamented cleric's robe, a golden circlet, two golden rings, a knee-high black boots, a large backpack, a small herbbag and a snake suit. You are carrying a fancy gem. > Shiori looks at Toddle. You look at the fancy gem. You see a brilliantly coloured gem nested in a nugget of ironstone. > Frob takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant looks up to Dralork. You emote: Xylina peers west. > Frob peers intently at Dralork. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: I've heard you're mad at me. Not sure why. Toddle shrugs helplessly. Frob looks at the dark blue disc. Shiori asks Jago in xyllic: How are you? > Frob looks at Jago. Frob goes hmmmm. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant looks at Toddle. Jago says to Shiori in xyllic: Farely well, and yourself? Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: And lucky for you. Im about over it;) Jago smiles at Shiori. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant says cutely in xyllic: dada? Dralork growls. Frob asks Jago in xyllic: are you a pirate?! A talkative chinless female human arrives. Frob looks at Jago. The talkative chinless female human kneels down. She spreads her arms and looks up. You hear a falcon crying outside. Satisfied she gets up and collects her stuff. Jago chuckles politely. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: About? The talkative chinless female human leaves north. Jago states briefly in xyllic: That makes two people that have asked me that. Toddle thoughtfully scratches his head. Frob's facial features become tense for a moment. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant reaches his arms toward Toddle. > Frob's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant says cutely in xyllic: dada! Shiori walks over to Jago carefully. Toddle smiles at Junior. Frob says in xyllic: then why do you wear the pirate earring? Shiori goes hmmmm. Shiori peers intently at Jago. Dralork thunders in xyllic: Why is he calling him dada? Shiori looks at Jago. tell jago You kinda look like a pirate. You say to Jago in xyllic: You kinda look like a pirate. Shiori murmurs in xyllic: Doesn't look like a pirate to me. Frob says in xyllic: that is the sacred symbol of the pirates! > Frob nods solemnly. Frob seems to be slightly unaware of his surroundings for a moment. A furry tiny female fairy flutters in. Maia says in xyllic: Uh.. he's a baby.. he says what he wants... The furry tiny female fairy pats you on the head. Frob's facial features become tense for a moment. The furry tiny female fairy hides herself in the darkness. Jago shrugs indifferently. Frob raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Frob is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Toddle mentions to Dralork in xyllic: Besides, he sees me more often than you. Frob peers intently at Jago. Shiori giggles happily. Maia nods solemnly. Frob says in xyllic: yyou better be careful where you wear that > Frob nods solemnly. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: How many times have you seen your child since he was born? Frob says in xyllic: if captain nobeard was here you could have a dagger in your head Frob nods solemnly. _______________________________/ XYLLOMER \____________________________________ VITALS You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour. You are extremely alert. You are still satiated with food and you are totally soaked. You are sober. You are capable of carrying 80% more than your current inventory. _______________________________________________________________________________ > A dour ivory-skinned female elf dances in. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. A warm autumn breeze blows, and people seem to be happy that winter has not yet arrived. The gloomy gray sky makes everything in the city look less vibrant than it should in the autumn. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. A dour ivory-skinned female elf, Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is resting here), Shiori and Toddle. > Frob raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. > The dour ivory-skinned female elf skips out east. Frob touches Toddle's light blue aura. Frob raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Toddle smiles at Frob. Frob draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. Dralork snarls at Toddle. Toddle shrugs helplessly. Maia grumbles to Dralork in xyllic: The only person you have to blame is yourself. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: Was I talking to you? A blond-haired brown-eyed male human arrives. Dralork looks up to Jago. The blond-haired brown-eyed male human hides himself in the darkness. Frob nods solemnly. Maia says in xyllic: Of course not. you won't even talk to me... even if to see your son. Not that you'd want to anyway... Cormac arrives. Cormac leaves west. Frob says to Dralork in xyllic: now then, mr. trollslayer Frob nods solemnly. Cormac arrives. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: If all you're gonna do is throw that up in my face, then don't talk to me at all. Shiori seems to be slightly unaware of her surroundings for a moment. Frob says in xyllic: it has come to my attention that the female dwarf known as maia has accrued several expenditures on the dwarven infant which is your offspring Frob nods solemnly. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: You corrupted my boy so much that he calls this little gardengnome dad. Frob says to Dralork in xyllic: upto and including food, clothing, and shelter Frob nods solemnly. Maia says in xyllic: Corrupted? > Maia laughs. Toddle giggles softly. The shimmering barrier around you vanishes. A weathered middle-aged female gnome slips in. The weathered middle-aged female gnome turns towards you and puts fist to heart in a salute. The weathered middle-aged female gnome slips north. Frob says in xyllic: as public advocate of the female dwarf maia, i suggest that we arrive at an agreement for compensation Frob nods solemnly. Dralork asks Toddle in xyllic: Did I say you could laugh? Jago whispers something to Shiori. Toddle mentions to Dralork in xyllic: So Junior should remember you from the two or three times you're seen him? Jago smiles softly at Shiori. Maia laughs at Dralork. Shiori whispers something to Jago. Frob says to Dralork in xyllic: what is your monthly income from killing trolls? Frob scratches his head. Toddle mentions to Dralork in xyllic: Satai own humour now? Toddle scratches his head. Dralork grumbles to Frob in xyllic: Shut up. Cormac shrugs helplessly. > Cormac leaves east. Frob says to Dralork in xyllic: we need to know for the purpposes of any settlement Frob nods solemnly. Dralork grumbles to Frob in xyllic: You need to shut your jabbering jaws up. You hear the Cathedral Bells chime for 3 O'clock. Morion: It is 15 o'clock now. > A wrinkled skinny-legged male gnome slips in. Maia asks Dralork in xyllic: What are ya gonna do? Attack him to shut him up? The wrinkled skinny-legged male gnome slips west. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: I said...don't talk to me. Frob says in xyllic: no i have just become one! Frob nods solemnly. Jago whispers something to Shiori. Maia grumbles to Dralork in xyllic: VERY mature. Shiori whispers something to Jago. Frob says to Maia in xyllic: how much would you say that you spend monthly on the dwarven infant offspring of the male dwarf here? Frob scratches his head. Maia goes hmmmm. Maia says in xyllic: Well.. that varies. Frob nods solemnly. Frob says in xyllic: i see Jago whispers something to Shiori. Frob says to Maia in xyllic: i understand it is very hard to be a single mother Maia says in xyllic: It depends on if he needs new clothes or not. Maia nods solemnly. Maia says in xyllic: Yes. It is. Frob says in xyllic: on such a small income! Frob nods solemnly. A red-eyed poppy-eyed male fairy flutters in. The red-eyed poppy-eyed male fairy spits on the ground. The red-eyed poppy-eyed male fairy hides himself in the darkness. The merchant wagon rolls in. Dralork looks at the dark blue disc. The merchant wagon rolls east. Toddle scratches his head. Dralork looks at Toddle. Dralork takes a closer look at Toddle's medium backpack. Dralork looks at Maia. Dralork takes a closer look at Maia's medium backpack. Toddle asks Dralork in xyllic: Is it stylish? Maia looks at Dralork. Toddle looks at the medium backpack. Maia takes a closer look at Dralork's medium backpack. Dralork looks at the medium backpack. Frob goes hmmmm. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: Just got it new. My old one had problems. Toddle chuckles softly. Maia smiles at Toddle. A thin-armed adolescent male fairy flutters in. The brown-haired stout male dwarven infant looks around curiously. The thin-armed adolescent male fairy flutters north. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: I want my baby, now. Maia says in xyllic: Why? Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: This is silly. Everyone is looking at backpacks. And I think I'm expected to die or something. Frob says in xyllic: custody is a different mattrer Frob nods solemnly. A adolescent squinty-eyed female elf dances in. Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: I'm not gonna give you the pleasure. Frob says in xyllic: we are worried about alimony now Shiori says to Toddle in xyllic: You're too nice to die! The adolescent squinty-eyed female elf skips out west. Maia grumbles to Dralork in xyllic: he doesn't even know you. Frob raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Maia grumbles to Dralork in xyllic: You don't know how to take care of him. Toddle is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Shiori whispers something to Jago. Frob goes hmmmm. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: And you do? Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: Leaving him alone in a cave? Maia grumbles to Dralork in xyllic: He's doing fine. Maia says in xyllic: I never did. Dralork says in xyllic: Liar. Toddle mentions to Dralork in xyllic: Been doing it fine since you've been away. Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: Keep your mouth shut. **went ld** > Frob goes hmmmm. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. A warm autumn breeze blows, and people seem to be happy that winter has not yet arrived. The gloomy gray sky makes everything in the city look less vibrant than it should in the autumn. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is resting here), Shiori and Toddle. > Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: If you don't shut up. Im gonna cut your ears off. Frob says to Maia in xyllic: i think we might have a case Frob nods solemnly. > A hairy gray-eyed male gnome slips in. The hairy gray-eyed male gnome slips west. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. A warm autumn breeze blows, and people seem to be happy that winter has not yet arrived. The gloomy gray sky makes everything in the city look less vibrant than it should in the autumn. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is reclining here), Shiori and Toddle. > Frob goes hmmmm. You look at Toddle. Toddle is a short weather-beaten male gnome, presenting himself as: Toddle, male gnome. A short gnome, with a face that has been partly shaped by heredity, and partly by the elements. A short, trimmed black beard frames the whole of his face, while his eyes peer out suspiciously from under a heroic pair of eyebrows. You notice scars on his left hand, right hand and left cheek. He is surrounded with a light blue aura. He is short and normal for a gnome. He looks nice. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wearing a golden ring, a medium backpack, a nightblack cloak, a pair of leather bracers, a silver wristband and a silvern ring of strength. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > Maia grumbles to Dralork in xyllic: No... of course not. You'd feed him to a troll. Toddle asks Frob in xyllic: Is beer a drug? You look at Dralork. Dralork is a stout young male dwarf, presenting himself as: Dralork, male dwarf. His long golden brown hair is in a perfect pony tail as it runs clear down his back. He has a scar over his right eye. He has a large tattoo of a glowing tschekal on his right arm. His body is very muscular. He is clean shaven with the exception of a short goattee. His eyes are as blue as the sky. You notice scars on his nose, left hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek. He is tall and lean for a dwarf. He looks attractive. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wearing a black cloak with silver trim, a black-silver robe, a dull brown earring with a gem, a dwarven helmet, a glowing black-silver earring with a gem, two golden rings, a large scabbard, a medium backpack and a sash. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > Toddle gets a mystical necklace from the backpack. Toddle concentrates on his necklace, it glows radiantly. Yenul: Calair told me a message from Batboy for the Clerics. Yenul: Batboy's words were: Greetings Allies A long-armed old female fairy flutters in. The long-armed old female fairy examines you intensely. The long-armed old female fairy flutters north. gl yenul please tell calair Greetings Batboy!! Maia looks at Dralork. Suddenly Shiori turns to stone. gl yenul, please tell the satais Greetings Batboy!! Xylina: yenul, please tell the satais Greetings Batboy!! Yenul: I asked Calair to inform the Satais. Toddle scratches his head. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. A warm autumn breeze blows, and people seem to be happy that winter has not yet arrived. The gloomy gray sky makes everything in the city look less vibrant than it should in the autumn. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is reclining here), Toddle and a statue of Shiori. > A dirty green-haired female fairy flutters in. The dirty green-haired female fairy examines you intensely. The dirty green-haired female fairy flutters north. The statue of Shiori crumbles to dust. Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: I will take my child? Maia shakes her head in disagreement. Maia says in xyllic: No... you won't. You hear the Cathedral Bells chime for 4 O'clock. Maia says in xyllic: I will let you see him.. but not without me there. Suddenly the ground start to tremble. As you look down you see the head of a statue appear from the ground, then the body and finally the legs. Just a second later the statue of Shiori turns alive. You look at Dralork. Dralork is a stout young male dwarf, presenting himself as: Dralork, male dwarf. His long golden brown hair is in a perfect pony tail as it runs clear down his back. He has a scar over his right eye. He has a large tattoo of a glowing tschekal on his right arm. His body is very muscular. He is clean shaven with the exception of a short goattee. His eyes are as blue as the sky. You notice scars on his nose, left hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek. He is tall and lean for a dwarf. He looks attractive. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wearing a black cloak with silver trim, a black-silver robe, a dull brown earring with a gem, a dwarven helmet, a glowing black-silver earring with a gem, two golden rings, a large scabbard, a medium backpack and a sash. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: We shall see. Shiori looks at Jago. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is reclining here), Shiori and Toddle. > You notice a begger stealing from some people. Maia kisses the brown-haired stout male dwarven infant on the forehead. Shiori smiles. Frob asks Dralork in xyllic: would you be willing to accept a settlement of 70% of your trollkilling income to be relinquished monthly to the female dwarf maia for the purposes of the caretaking of your infant offspring? Jago reaches for the shades, slides them off his face, and puts them in his pocket. Jago removes a pair of black shades. Jago squints his eyes a bit as the sun hits them. A brown-skinned knobnosed female human arrives. Shiori murmurs in xyllic: You know, i don't know if you can make much money from killing trolls.. they fight bare handed. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc. A brown-skinned knobnosed female human, Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is reclining here), Shiori and Toddle. The brown-skinned knobnosed female human leaves north. > Shiori smiles at Jago. The merchant wagon rolls in. The merchant wagon rolls east. Toddle philosophizes to Shiori in xyllic: I don't know. Must cost them a lot in soap to get the elf brains off of them. A furry-eared pallid female fairy flutters in. Shiori nods solemnly to Toddle. Maia smiles at Toddle. Toddle scratches his head. The furry-eared pallid female fairy smiles and greets you! The furry-eared pallid female fairy flutters east. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. > With a gesture you create a shimmering barrier around yourself. Toddle looks at Dralork. Maia looks at Dralork. Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: don't look at me. Toddle giggles softly. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: Why not? You don't think I'm going to rob you here do you? A sad-faced pale male gnome slips in. Maia asks Dralork in xyllic: How could you raise a child when you act like one yourself? The sad-faced pale male gnome hides himself in the darkness. Dralork grumbles to Toddle in xyllic: I think you know better to try. Shiori looks at Dralork. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: If you're hoping I'll allow myself to get accused of something that easily, you'll be disappointed. Jago looks at Dralork. Toddle chuckles softly. Maia smiles at Toddle. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: Besides, I can't bloody well rob you when I'm standing in front of you. A thin-armed ancient female fairy flutters in. Frob says to Toddle in xyllic: lets not resolve this situation by violence... i would get any commision at all by that Frob nods solemnly. The thin-armed ancient female fairy flutters west. Maia smiles at Frob. Toddle smiles at Frob. Dralork goes hmmmm. > You are an ivory-skinned green-eyed female dwarf, presenting yourself as: Xylina, female dwarf. Her long black hair falls to the middle of her back, making her ivory skin seem very pale in comparision. Her bright green eyes sparkle warmly as she turns her gaze on you. You are normal and fat for a dwarf. You look more than usually plain. You are in good shape. You are extremely alert. You are wielding a falcon sceptre. You are wearing a black ornamented cleric's robe, a golden circlet, two golden rings, a knee-high black boots, a large backpack, a small herbbag and a snake suit. > Dralork grumbles to Maia in xyllic: Give me my baby now. Maia says in xyllic: No. Dralork says in xyllic: fine then. Dralork stomps west. Frob goes hmmmm. Maia sighs relievedly. Toddle scratches his head. Frob draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. Toddle is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: How strange. Frob raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Maia nods solemnly. Frob looks at Toddle. Frob says in xyllic: go get those gnome boots Blue dances in. Blue skips out west. Frob raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Maia is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Blue dances in. In your mind a picture of Blue appears and tells you: Hi Xylina! Dralork stomps in. Frob peers intently at Blue. Dralork knocks Maia down. Maia falls unconscious. Blue sings in xyllic: Yo! Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: Hmm. He'd be in trouble as a satai if he tried to take the baby by force. Blue growls. Blue steps in front of Maia and starts to guard her. Dralork grabs Maia's arms and chains her with a pair of heavy shackles. frown Maia wakes up. Blue punches Dralork in the face! With a crack, Dralork loses his front teeth. Toddle goes ack! Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A dark blue disc and a set of front teeth. Blue, Dralork, Frob, Jago, Maia (chained with shackles) (carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is reclining here), Shiori and Toddle. > Frob goes hmmmm. Blue sings in xyllic: How can you knock down a woman carrying a baby?! > Shiori says in xyllic: Hey! You frown. Is something wrong? > You look at Maia. Maia is a young brown-eyed female dwarf, presenting herself as: Maia, female dwarf. You see not even a trace of a beard on this Dwarf. She has big round dark brown eyes and chubby cheeks. Her features are somewhat delicate for someone as heavy as she is, and she carries her weight in all the right places. Her brown hair is wavy and full and falls down to nearly the back of her knees. You notice scars on her left hand, right hand, forehead and left cheek. She is surrounded with a light blue aura. She is carrying a brown-haired stout male dwarven infant is reclining here. She is normal and fat for a dwarf. She looks pretty. She is slightly hurt. She is extremely alert. She is wearing a medium backpack, a money belt, a mystical necklace, an ornamented light blue dress, a pair of dwarfish combat boots, a plain gold ring with a gem, a silver clasp and a tight-fitting thin bracelet with a gem. You guess she is wearing nothing additionally. > Dralork stomps west. Maia stomps west. A ageless long-legged female elf dances in. > The ageless long-legged female elf kicks you. OUCH! Shiori fumes angrily. Blue skips out west. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: Oh bugger. The ageless long-legged female elf skips out east. l Toddle slips west. Shiori leaves west. A disc hovers out. Padorn Main Road. The Main Road runs west and east, through the central marketplace. To the north, you see the Padorn Inn Hotel , where you surely can get room or a drink or two. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. The house of Dimitri is here. There are three obvious exits: east, north, west. A set of front teeth. Frob and Jago. You frown. Is something wrong? **checking to see who I can get involved in this** 18 people are in the world, of these you know: Xylina, female dwarf Shiori, female human Tremain, male elf Dralork, male dwarf Mattz, male elf Maia, female dwarf Indros, male elf Jago, male human Griffin, male human Toddle, male gnome **Oh!! Goody!! Griffin!!!** > Frob takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. Blue dances in. Frob nods solemnly. > Frob says in xyllic: fascinating Blue sings in xyllic: Are those his teeth? Toddle slips in. Frob looks at the set of front teeth. You nod solemnly. Toddle looks at the set of front teeth. You look at Toddle. Toddle is a short weather-beaten male gnome, presenting himself as: Toddle, male gnome. A short gnome, with a face that has been partly shaped by heredity, and partly by the elements. A short, trimmed black beard frames the whole of his face, while his eyes peer out suspiciously from under a heroic pair of eyebrows. You notice scars on his left hand, right hand and left cheek. He is surrounded with a light blue aura. He is short and normal for a gnome. He looks nice. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wearing a golden ring, a medium backpack, a nightblack cloak, a pair of leather bracers, a silver wristband and a silvern ring of strength. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > Blue sings in xyllic: Good! Jago looks at the set of front teeth. Blue sings in xyllic: Why'd he do that? Blue gets a set of front teeth. Frob goes hmmmm. You say in xyllic: She wouldn't give him his child. > Frob leaves west. Toddle speaks softly in xyllic: He wants his baby I think. Blue skips out west. Jago states briefly in xyllic: He trying to get the baby. Toddle slips west. You frown slightly. Is something wrong? > Jago leaves west. > w > You notice a begger stealing from some people. Padorn Main Road. This is a crossing of the Main Road and the West Road. On the street, you notice tracks of a wheeled vehicle. They were made by a gypsy caravan, with thick black smoke pouring from the flue, and a klonking sound coming from inside... yes its the Smithy at work, mending armours for his living. There is a well in the center of the crossing. Perhaps you could get water from it ? The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. There are four obvious exits: east, north, south, west. Smithys Caravan. Frob. look north [near] Toddle > Frob takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. Jago arrives. > Frob leaves east. n > On the West Road. Here stands the Satai Headquarters of Padorn, the defenders of the weak. They welcome visitors, as long as you're friendly no harm will come to you. A sign hangs over the door. To the east is the side wall of the Padorn Inn, the favorite haunt of most adventurers who pass through the city. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. There are three obvious exits: north, south, west. > Jago arrives. Jago leaves north. A brown-bearded red-eyed male fairy flutters in. The brown-bearded red-eyed male fairy hides himself in the darkness. Indros dances in. Indros nods friendly to you. Xylina: *frowns* Dralork just knocked Maia out, and shackled her, for not giving her his child > Indros skips out west. Frob arrives. Xylina: What should I do?? > Frob leaves west. > Entrance to the Guild of Satais. You are standing in the entrance of the Satai Headquarters in Padorn. The guard Faysor sits behind a desk working on some administrative tasks. Behind a thick curtain to the west is the training room, where members can learn their fighting arts. To the north is another curtain, behind which is the public administration room, open to all visitors. A narrow set of stairs leads up into the library. Satais can the guild here, if they are aware of the consequences. Those who aren't members themselves can money here to support the guild. There are four obvious exits: east, north, up, west. A torch and a waterskin (1l). A vigilant smiling male human. Frob pulls back the north curtain. Frob arrives. Frob leaves up. Frob arrives. Frob goes hmmmm. You shrug helplessly. You say to Frob in xyllic: You could contact Griffin? > Frob asks you in xyllic: where did my plaintiff go? The shimmering barrier around you vanishes. You say in xyllic: He might be able to do something. > You shrug helplessly. You say in xyllic: I don't know You frown. Is something wrong? > Frob says in xyllic: what do you want me to tell him? Mattz: maybe i can talk some since into him! let me know where he is! You say in xyllic: That Dralork just knocked Maia out!! You say in xyllic: And shackled her! > Frob's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. You hear the bells of the Padorn Cathedral in the distance. You say in xyllic: Because she refuses to let him take the baby, cause he doesn't know how to take care of him. > Frob takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. Xylina: I don't know where he is...and I think he's past talking... Xylina: *sighs sadly* A infants place is with it's mother... > Frob nods solemnly. Xylina: not it's father...and DEFINATELY not a father that will indanger it's life. > Frob says in xyllic: i told him Tremain dances in. Mandarb dances in. Griffin arrives. Tremain pulls back the west curtain. Tremain skips out west. Mandarb tries to pull back the west curtain, butthe vigilant smiling male human quickly steps next to it and keeps it closed. The vigilant smiling male human says in xyllic: Sorry, this area is only open for guild members. Griffin pulls back the west curtain. Griffin leaves west. The vigilant smiling male human says in xyllic: Greetings, Sir! Entrance to the Guild of Satais. You are standing in the entrance of the Satai Headquarters in Padorn. The guard Faysor sits behind a desk working on some administrative tasks. Behind a thick curtain to the west is the training room, where members can learn their fighting arts. To the north is another curtain, behind which is the public administration room, open to all visitors. A narrow set of stairs leads up into the library. Satais can the guild here, if they are aware of the consequences. Those who aren't members themselves can money here to support the guild. There are four obvious exits: east, north, up, west. A torch and a waterskin (1l). Frob, Mandarb and a vigilant smiling male human. > Mandarb begins with a magical incantation. Mandarb waves at medium backpack and it vanishes. You smile sadly at Mandarb. You say in xyllic: Hello Mandarb > Mandarb smiles and greets you! You hum a mystic melody to your deity. > Mandarb sings in xyllic: hi there Xylina Mattz: hay! the father is just as able to care for the infant! Mandarb looks at you. > With a gesture you create a shimmering barrier around yourself. Xylina: Not if he's never been with the child > Mandarb pokes Frob in the ribs. Mandarb sings in xyllic: hi Frobby Xylina: He's only been around the child a handfull of times, most of which being when the child was first born. > Frob greets Mandarb. Frob smiles. Frob says in xyllic: hows going? Mattz: she is the one that protected the theif that attacked us too, remember that? Mandarb sings in xyllic: not bad Griffin pulls back the west curtain. Griffin arrives. The vigilant smiling male human says in xyllic: Greetings, Sir! Griffin leaves east. Mandarb sings in xyllic: havinf some fun with some satais for creatures;) Xylina: Umm, actually, no...i don't...i wasn't there. > Frob says to Mandarb in xyllic: try not to have any children in the future Frob nods solemnly. Tremain pulls back the west curtain. Tremain dances in. You nod seriously to Mandarb. > Suddenly someone shimmers into view. Shiori's hologram shimmers into view. Frob says in xyllic: it seems to lead to a lot of trouble Frob peers intently at Tremain. You nod solemnly. > Mattz: ahhh yea, well she did! put the baby in the hands of thieves, thats good too! Frob's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. You smile at Shiori. > Mandarb chuckles politely. Tremain smiles. Mandarb smiles at Shiori. Shiori says in xyllic: You know, there is a Satai right now trying to knock his wife out and steal their baby.. Mandarb seems to be slightly unaware of his surroundings for a moment. Tremain sings in xyllic: Greetings. Tremain skips out east. Mandarb skips out east. Xylina: Not all thieves are evil...you need to judge people on a case by case basis. > Frob goes hmmmm. Mattz: well whatever, tell me some nice thieves YOU have met! Shiori leaves east. Xylina: Adrienne Xylina: Toddle. > Frob looks at you. Mattz: ahh well, you are right there......but the thief she was protecting tried to kill us. Frob draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. Frob stares at you and suddenly you are surrounded with a light blue aura. Xylina: I don't know anything about that...But Maia's been very nice and fair to me. > Frob goes hmmmm. Frob leaves east. Mattz: well, i am not taking up for dra, but hes been nice and fair to me too! and maia should at least let him see dj more, but i just dont like thieves! and it was not nice for him to do that, that is true! Xylina: And it's my personal opinion that the baby should be with someone he knows, not someone he's never seen before. > Shiori arrives. Shiori looks at you. Xylina: She's tried!! he wouldn't talk to her...at all. Entrance to the Guild of Satais. You are standing in the entrance of the Satai Headquarters in Padorn. The guard Faysor sits behind a desk working on some administrative tasks. Behind a thick curtain to the west is the training room, where members can learn their fighting arts. To the north is another curtain, behind which is the public administration room, open to all visitors. A narrow set of stairs leads up into the library. Satais can the guild here, if they are aware of the consequences. Those who aren't members themselves can money here to support the guild. There are four obvious exits: east, north, up, west. A torch and a waterskin (1l). Shiori and a vigilant smiling male human. You smile sadly. > Mattz: didnt she move in with another man, when her and dra were married? Xylina: Didn't Dralork abandon her?? AND their son days after her son was born? Xylina: and was that not the 2nd time he'd abandoned her? > Indros pulls back the west curtain. Indros dances in. The vigilant smiling male human smiles. The vigilant smiling male human says in xyllic: Hello, Sir! > Indros nods friendly to the vigilant smiling male human. Mattz: so two wrongs make a right? teaching the baby that if he does something wrong is ok for her too? Indros looks at Shiori. Indros looks at you. Indros smiles pleasantly. frown thought You frown thoughtfully. Is something wrong? > Indros asks in xyllic: May I help either of you? Shiori looks at Indros. Frob arrives. Frob leaves east. Shiori says in xyllic: Oh.. You sigh deeply. > Shiori says in xyllic: I'm concerned about Maia and Toddle... Indros frowns thoughtfully. You nod solemnly. You say in xyllic: Likewise. > Shiori says in xyllic: Dralork was trying to steal their baby. Indros asks in xyllic: What of them? Indros asks in xyllic: He was? Indros goes hmmmm. Indros sings in xyllic: I thought Dralork was the father. You say in xyllic: Father in blood... The shimmering barrier around you vanishes. You say in xyllic: his son believes that Toddle is his father. > Indros looks thoughtful. You say in xyllic: Because he's never known Dralork. > Shiori says in xyllic: He is the father. Maia is the mother.. and they don't seem to like each other anymore. Indros nods understandingly. Indros sings in xyllic: This is sad. Shiori says in xyllic: He actually knocked her down and dragged her to jail... Xylina: So you'd rip a child away from a loving mother, and a loving stepfather, and thrust him into the arms of a father he's never known?? You nod solemnly. > Shiori says in xyllic: But they got away it seems. Indros looks at Shiori. Mattz: i didnt say that did i? no! Indros looks very confused. Frob arrives. Frob peers intently at Indros. Indros looks at Frob. Indros nods politely to Frob. Frob's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. Indros sings in xyllic: Greetings, master mage. Xylina: That's what Dralork is doing. Regardless of anything else. > Frob smiles. Frob looks at Indros. Yenul: Calair told me a message from Dralork for the Clerics. Yenul: Dralork's words were: anyone around who can fix my teeth? Frob says in xyllic: greetings young warrior Frob nods solemnly. Xylina: He wants his child. Period, and he just knocked Maia out. to get it > Shiori looks at Indros. ptell dralork yes. I can. Indros smiles pleasantly at Frob. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. > You tell Dralork: yes. I can. Yenul: Calair told me a message from Dralork for the Clerics. sigh softly You sigh softly. > Yenul: Dralork's words were: im at the jailhouse in padorn > Shiori looks at you. You hear the bells of the Padorn Cathedral in the distance. A falcon swoops down on you. It lands at your feet and transforms into a fierce warrior. He starts to speak with a thundering voice: I shall tell you from Morion: There will be a sermon in the monastery of Rokoon at 20 o'clock. It is 18 o'clock now. after delivering his message he transforms again into a falcon and flies away. Indros sighs deeply. Shiori comforts you. You say in xyllic: I have to go restore Dralork's teeth. You wave sadly. Entrance to the Guild of Satais. You are standing in the entrance of the Satai Headquarters in Padorn. The guard Faysor sits behind a desk working on some administrative tasks. Behind a thick curtain to the west is the training room, where members can learn their fighting arts. To the north is another curtain, behind which is the public administration room, open to all visitors. A narrow set of stairs leads up into the library. Satais can the guild here, if they are aware of the consequences. Those who aren't members themselves can money here to support the guild. There are four obvious exits: east, north, up, west. A torch and a waterskin (1l). Frob, Indros, Shiori and a vigilant smiling male human. **why do I always try to go the wrong way???** > w You try to pull back the west curtain, but the vigilant smiling male human quickly steps next to it and keeps it closed. The vigilant smiling male human says in xyllic: Sorry, this area is only open for guild members. > Indros nods solemnly. Shiori nods solemnly. You say in xyllic: Sorry > Indros chuckles politely. > e On the West Road. Here stands the Satai Headquarters of Padorn, the defenders of the weak. They welcome visitors, as long as you're friendly no harm will come to you. A sign hangs over the door. To the east is the side wall of the Padorn Inn, the favorite haunt of most adventurers who pass through the city. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. There are three obvious exits: north, south, west. > Morion: The crypt is saintly at the moment. n > Morion: The cyclone is still mighty. A cat strolls around, looks at a bit of rubbish and leaves. On the West Road. You are on a cobblestone street passing through the city. To the east is a modest private residence, surrounded by an iron fence. To the west is the world famous Padorn Arena, where gladiators of all shapes and sizes do combat with each other. Perhaps you feel brave enough to enter there and try your luck? Who knows... you might just get a 'lucky hit'. To the east you see the Padorn Cityjail. It doesn't look very inviting. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. There are four obvious exits: east, north, south, west. e > > You have entered the antechamber of the Padorn jail. Only little light comes through the barred windows, and the few torches in iron holders on the walls fail to penetrate the gloomy darkness. The walls are made from large stone blocks. Big slabs of stone make up the floor. Two steel doors lead north and northeast to the cells. A narrow, dimly lit corridor leads east. A rough wooden table and two chairs are placed at the southern wall. A closed heavy steel door is leading northeast. An open heavy steel door is leading north. There are three obvious exits: east, southeast, west. Dralork, Griffin, Mandarb, Tremain and a stout hunchbacked male human (sitting on a chair). Tremain offers three ornamental gems, a precious gem and a semiprecious gem to Dralork. Tremain gives three ornamental gems, a precious gem and a semiprecious gem to Dralork. The stout hunchbacked male human grins slightly. The stout hunchbacked male human says in xyllic: I will care for this jail with my life. You look at Dralork. Dralork is a stout young male dwarf, presenting himself as: Dralork, male dwarf. His long golden brown hair is in a perfect pony tail as it runs clear down his back. He has a scar over his right eye. He has a large tattoo of a glowing tschekal on his right arm. His body is very muscular. He is clean shaven with the exception of a short goattee. His eyes are as blue as the sky. You notice scars on his nose, left hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek. He is surrounded with a light blue aura. He is tall and lean for a dwarf. He looks attractive. He is slightly hurt. He is extremely alert. He is missing his front teeth. He is wearing a black cloak with silver trim, a black-silver robe, a dull brown earring with a gem, a dwarven helmet, a glowing black-silver earring with a gem, two golden rings, a large scabbard, a medium backpack and a sash. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > Dralork smiles at you. Griffin concentrates on his necklace, it glows radiantly. > Griffin concentrates on his necklace, it glows radiantly. The stout hunchbacked male human polishes his sword. > Dralork goes hmmmm. You are surrounded with a light blue aura. You are wielding a falcon sceptre. You are wearing a black ornamented cleric's robe, a golden circlet, two golden rings, a knee-high black boots, a large backpack, a small herbbag and a snake suit. You are carrying a fancy gem. > Mandarb looks at Dralork. A spectral image of Frob appears and tells you: make sure my client does not make any hasty decisions without her attorney present and the image disappears as quickly as it appeared. Griffin waves politely. Griffin leaves west. > The stout hunchbacked male human checks the cell doors. > prestorelimb front teeth of dralork You chant a prayer to Rokoon. > Tremain waves happily. Tremain skips out west. Mandarb skips out west. Dralork says in xyllic: Fhat if ok, Xylina...fave your mana. Dralork waves happily. Dralork stomps west. You can't see any dralork here. **fume** You hum a mystic melody to your deity. > Rokoon granted you a better knowledge in this miracle! You tell Dralork: Get back here. The stout hunchbacked male human says in xyllic: Ha, under my guarding no one escaped from this jail. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. > Rokoon granted you a better knowledge in this miracle! You tell Dralork: You left and it happened. :( You have entered the antechamber of the Padorn jail. Only little light comes through the barred windows, and the few torches in iron holders on the walls fail to penetrate the gloomy darkness. The walls are made from large stone blocks. Big slabs of stone make up the floor. Two steel doors lead north and northeast to the cells. A narrow, dimly lit corridor leads east. A rough wooden table and two chairs are placed at the southern wall. A closed heavy steel door is leading northeast. An open heavy steel door is leading north. There are three obvious exits: east, southeast, west. A stout hunchbacked male human (sitting on a chair). > w On the West Road. You are on a cobblestone street passing through the city. To the east is a modest private residence, surrounded by an iron fence. To the west is the world famous Padorn Arena, where gladiators of all shapes and sizes do combat with each other. Perhaps you feel brave enough to enter there and try your luck? Who knows... you might just get a 'lucky hit'. To the east you see the Padorn Cityjail. It doesn't look very inviting. The sun begins to dip down in the west behind some clouds. There are four obvious exits: east, north, south, west. Mandarb and Tremain. > Some chatting and laughing women are passing by. Dralork stomps in. Tremain sings in xyllic: I gotta get to bed. prestorelimb front teeth of dralork You chant a prayer to Rokoon. > Dralork says in xyllic: Fix me. Mandarb sings in xyllic: no more insects i guess? Tremain sings in xyllic: Guess not. Dralork says in xyllic: Blue if foufh of me..I will talk to her . Your skin suddenly feels less solid. You restore the missing front teeth of Dralork with your godgiven power. You feel that Rokoon has heard your requests. You look at Dralork. Dralork is a stout young male dwarf, presenting himself as: Dralork, male dwarf. His long golden brown hair is in a perfect pony tail as it runs clear down his back. He has a scar over his right eye. He has a large tattoo of a glowing tschekal on his right arm. His body is very muscular. He is clean shaven with the exception of a short goattee. His eyes are as blue as the sky. You notice scars on his nose, left hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek. He is surrounded with a light blue aura. He is tall and lean for a dwarf. He looks attractive. He is slightly hurt. He is very alert. He is wearing a black cloak with silver trim, a black-silver robe, a dull brown earring with a gem, a dwarven helmet, a glowing black-silver earring with a gem, two golden rings, a large scabbard, a medium backpack and a sash. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. > Dralork thanks you. You nod solemnly. > Dralork stomps south. You are wielding a falcon sceptre. You are wearing a black ornamented cleric's robe, a golden circlet, two golden rings, a knee-high black boots, a large backpack, a small herbbag and a snake suit. You are carrying a fancy gem. > Tremain skips out south. Mandarb skips out south. You sigh deeply. _______________________________/ XYLLOMER \____________________________________ VITALS You are physically feeling very well and mentally degraded. You are extremely alert. You are still satiated with food and you are not thirsty. You are sober. You are capable of carrying 80% more than your current inventory. _______________________________________________________________________________ > Crank You are a Cleric of Rokoon. Your prestige is 2. You have spent 374 gold coins worth to the guild. Your mentor is Tarlon. Your mind is devoted to Rokoon. You are standing on neutral ground. You unwield the falcon sceptre. You emote: Xylina looks very weary.