The Starvation Festivities P. II
Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 1:42 am
[These are the second Starvation Festivities from Alisser's Point of View - Encourage any others to add what they have to this!]
OOC GLOBAL: Ten minutes, use ask for a transfer.
Someone has transferred you.
Beach of Maos
W-Beach of Maos Other exits:Moonsea
This sandy beach is littered with small seashells and algae. Far to the north,
you can see a tall black building and several two- and three-storey dwellings
in a valley edged by hills. Looking to the south, you see the Moonsea and
the walls of Hillsfar far away. There is a small wooden sign here, half-buried
in the sand.
The sky is sultry and a warm southerly breeze blows.
You see Beach of Maos.
A curly-haired female tiefling is not too far off west from here.
the fisherman is a long ways off west from here.
You hear eerie moanings coming from the tall black spire.
The clouds disappear.
An unremarkable male sun elf has entered the game.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at you.
A prime exemple of the Gold Elven lineage, his skin is bronze-bound, his long
hair goes down to his chest, black as the night. His eyes have a shimmering
golden hue, with specks of green going from the pupil to the outer rim. He is
tall, topping 5''4', his hands are strong, callous. He moves with a gracious
stride, as if ready to dance or spar at any time.
His voice is calm and deep. His eloquency is noticeable.
An unremarkable male sun elf is in perfect health.
He looks whispy and cloudlike.
An unremarkable male sun elf is using:
<worn on finger> a Silverymoon signet ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a tin-studded leathern visor (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on body> a large leather backpack (perfect)
<worn on head> a white leather cap inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on legs> white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
<worn on feet> white studded leather boots inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on hands> white leather gloves inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on arms> white leather armbands inscribed with runes (very good)
<worn about waist> a white leather belt inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on belt> a heavy silver scabbard (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather pouch (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather belt quiver (perfect)
You are using:
<worn on ears> a strand of pink gemstone hearts (perfect)
<worn around neck> a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile (perfect)
<worn on body> a gold shirt (good)
<worn on legs> white cotton trousers trimmed with gold (perfect)
<worn on feet> white cotton socks (perfect, tight)
<worn on feet> a pair of white leather boots (perfect)
<worn about waist> a white and gold cloth sash (perfect)
<floating around> a four leaf clover (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather-wrapped scabbard (perfect)
An unremarkable male sun elf asks 'Where... Are the others?'
Alisser shakes his head, 'Not yet here. They'll come..'.
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at you and says 'Hmmm.'
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'Good.'
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'Oh my. I don't have clothes.'
An unremarkable male sun elf stares at the sky.
Alisser rests a hand on the hilt of his sword, 'Don't worry. We'll not be keeping it, I think. I'm told the last time, they were provided bare clothes for the competition.'.
A haughty female human arrives from a puff of smoke.
Nilco walks in from below.
Someone reveals a hidden passage!
Nilco waves happily.
Nilco looks at A haughty female human.
An unremarkable male sun elf says to you 'Oh.'
Based on height alone it would be easy to mistake this woman for a
handsome young man. The top of her head is around six feet off the
ground, give or take a couple of inches. Her hair is a deep, cherry
auburn colour, and her eyes are hazel.
A haughty female human is in perfect health.
A haughty female human is using: Nothing!
Nilco looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Alisser averts his gaze immediately.
The Starvation Festivities horns begin to sound across the realms. Magical entry to the Spectators Hut is set up in the Waterdeep Market.
You see The Market Centre.
The Constable is nearby down from here.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at A haughty female human.
An unremarkable male sun elf stares at the sky.
An unremarkable male sun elf clears his throat.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
A curly-haired female tiefling walks in from the west.
A haughty female human says to An unremarkable male sun elf 'A shy elf. Fancy that.'
Niccele walks in from below.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'Ah-- Well. Given the circunstances.'
Someone says, OOC, '1 entry ping'd me he'd be a few minutes late so we'll hold off for that.'
Nilco says, OOC, 'Wooo, time to fight for food!'
Niccele looks at you.
Nilco gets a heater with a chevron blazon from a large black leather ore bag.
This young woman is quite small, standing under five feet even when on the
tips of her toes. She is very slim, with no extra fat to be noticed anywhere
on her person. Where visible, her lightly tanned, smooth skin is pulled
tightly over lean muscles giving evidence to an active lifestyle. Striking,
dark indigo blue eyes look out from under slender eyebrows and full lashes.
The rest of her face is unmarked and characterized by a small nose and full
lips. When revealed, her ears are a slightly longer than most humans, with a
slight point at the end. Her hair is a dark, warm brown that falls to
mid-back. It is feathered away from her face, and long bangs swoop down to
cover the right half of her forehead.
A petite, indigo-eyed female halfelf is in perfect health.
She looks whispy and cloudlike.
Her neck is perforated by a series of gills on each side.
Niccele is using:
<worn on finger> twisted bands set with luckstones (perfect)
<worn on finger> a platinum ring set with a water opal (perfect)
<worn on ears> a curved trail of tiny luck gems (perfect)
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a necklace of silvery tears (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a silver coin stamped with a woman's face (perfect)
<worn on body> a billowing silver and blue cape (perfect)
<worn on body> a slinky gown of smoky dark lace trimmed with beljurils (perfect)
<worn on head> a silver headband with luck gem cat ears (perfect)
<worn on feet> a luck ankle chain (perfect)
<worn on feet> white silk pumps with ebony heels (perfect)
<worn on arms> samite sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a samite sash (perfect)
<worn on belt> a shimmering sapphire silk spellpouch (perfect)
<worn on belt> a silvery silk sack (perfect)
Nilco gets a black-handled turquoise titanium bastard sword from a large black leather ore bag.
Nilco gets a glass flask of dragonskin, shield, bulls strength from a large black leather ore bag.
Nilco gets a tankard of Moon Mountain Ale from a large black leather ore bag.
The biggest Sponsor in the games recieves a reward, do not be shy to watch the event!
An unremarkable male sun elf twiddles his thumbs.
An unremarkable male sun elf asks 'Who here is competing?'
Alisser closes his eyes, taking measured breaths.
Sarkas arrives from a puff of smoke.
An unremarkable male sun elf coughs loudly.
Niccele glances at Sarkas.
Sarkas says, OOC, 'Thank you!'
Someone says, OOC, 'You're welcome.'
Selune arrives in a shower of moonbeams.
Sarkas moves over to stand next to Niccele.
Sarkas drops to his knees.
Niccele smiles at Sarkas.
Niccele looks at The Host.
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling arrives from a puff of smoke.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at The Host.
Sarkas rises up.
An unremarkable male sun elf giggles at The Host's actions.
The sun slowly starts to set in the west.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Sarkas says to Niccele 'I thought it proper to come watch with you.'
Sarkas looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Sarkas.
Niccele says to Sarkas 'I appreciate it.'
The island slowly lowers beneath the waves of the Moonsea.
Mists rise to obscure where the island was.
Amazingly the island remains intact with a large bubble of air above it.
Sarkas nods and smiles at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
The Host nods at a golden-skinned genie.
The Host is in perfect health.
The Host is using:
<worn on finger> a tooth-studded scarlet unknown ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a bright red nose (perfect)
<worn on body> a crushed velvet pouch (perfect)
<worn on body> a pocketed under jacket (perfect)
<worn on legs> close-fitting dark pants (perfect)
<left hand> some fine fabric (perfect)
<right hand> a piece of parchment (perfect)
This large golden-skinned creature has a humanoid head and upper
body but no legs. Instead, its lower body, from the waist down is
surrounded in a thick cloud of swirling golden particles that seem
to allow him to float in the air.
A golden-skinned genie is in perfect health.
a golden-skinned genie is using: Nothing!
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at a golden-skinned genie.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at a golden-skinned genie.
A curly-haired female tiefling looks at The Host.
Niccele looks at a golden-skinned genie.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling thanks a golden-skinned genie.
Your current balance is 125 platinum, 3 gold, 2 silver, 5 copper.
The Host says, OOC, 'Just waiting on an entry mate who warned me they would be late.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling withdraws some coins.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling deposits some coins.
A curly-haired female tiefling looks at a golden-skinned genie.
You hear eerie moanings coming from the tall black spire.
A curly-haired female tiefling looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
Nilco looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
Sarkas leans over and whispers to Niccele, 'I need to see a trainer when we get back. I learned so much with Jessemine.'.
Niccele smiles a bit at Sarkas 'That is good to hear.'.
Sarkas nods at you.
Sarkas smiles at Niccele.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling sways gently, a faint plume of smoke escaping her as she hisses softly in greeting 'Iss thisss a blood circuss?'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at you.
Niccele looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at A haughty female human.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Nilco.
Sarkas looks at A haughty female human.
Sarkas looks at Nilco.
Sarkas looks at Nilco.
Sarkas looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling and says 'Hmmm.'
An unremarkable male sun elf says to An angular, sylphlike female tiefling 'Blood -arena-'
Sarkas looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Short and slender, this male moon elf has black hair and blue eyes with the
telltale golden flecks in the iris. His pale skin is clear of blemish, and
appears to be tautly stretched over delicate bones. His face is a study in
angles, with an aquiline nose and a square jaw. His thick mane of hair is
pulled back over his ears, which are wide and short, and the tips lay flat
against his narrow skull. His almond shape eyes are recessed slightly,
allowing his curved eyebrows to over shadow them. His hands seem to be out of
proportion to his slight build, being large, with long slender fingers.
An unremarkable male moon elf is in perfect health.
A shimmering translucent set of armour seems to enshroud him.
Sarkas is using:
<worn on finger> a pale iron ring inlaid with marble (perfect)
<worn on finger> a gold ring set with a pink gem (perfect)
<worn on ears> a gold earring set with a piece of amber (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on body> a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of sapphire spiders (perfect)
<worn on body> a sleeveless light grey robe (perfect)
<worn on legs> light grey trousers (perfect)
<worn on feet> dyed canvas ankle boots (perfect)
<worn on arms> light grey sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a red silk belt (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a gold and ivory bracelet (perfect)
<both hands> a golden wood feathered staff (perfect)
<floating around> (Glowing) a purple gem ioun stone embossed with a platinum rose (perfect)
<worn on belt> a spellpouch embossed with crescent stars (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather weapons loop (perfect)
<worn on belt> a spellbook (perfect)
You nod at him.
You are nearly blinded by An angular, sylphlike female tiefling's dazzling smile.
Desceptively slim and lithe, her form is covered in
taught black skin similar to that of a cambion. Obsidian
tresses sit upon her shoulders in curls as tight as death
often kept at bay by her elflike ears. Eyes as black as
the night, from edge to edge, sit in her slender face
above a barely noticeable nose. Her jawline is very
chiseled, going well with her high almost spiny cheek
bones, while her mouth has two full rows of razor sharp
teeth. She seems to have lead a very rough life, a scar
on her left thigh tells of someone putting a chain belt
around it, and pulling until it cut deep into her flesh.
The faint sent of smoke seems to follow her movements,
and her body seems rather hot to touch.
She stands at nearly six feet, four inches tall, and is a
wraithlike hundred and twenty pounds.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is in perfect health.
She looks whispy and cloudlike.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is using:
<worn on finger> (Glowing) an elegant onyx ring set with a glittering emerald (perfect)
<worn on finger> an ornate dark silver ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a black eye patch (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on neck> a necklace of jet beads (perfect)
<worn as symbol> three enamelled bolts of lightning on a chain (perfect)
<worn on body> a writhing, mottled shroud of ooze (perfect)
<worn on body> a black steel armour embossed with a lightning bolt (perfect)
<worn on head> a blue titanium full helm (perfect)
<worn on legs> segmented titanium cuisses with lacquered poleynes (perfect)
<worn on feet> a pair of rounded black steel sabatons (perfect)
<worn on hands> ruby-encrusted pale blue gauntlets covered with golden runes (perfect)
<worn on arms> a durable suede satchel (perfect)
<worn on arms> segmented titanium rerebraces with lacquered vambraces (perfect)
<worn about waist> a darkened fluted steel fauld (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a purple leather bracers stitched with golden thread (perfect)
<floating around> (Glowing) an itty bitty faux bat (perfect)
<worn on belt> a black silk bag (perfect)
<worn on belt> a yellow embroidered spell pouch (superb)
<worn on belt> a black and blue leather weapons loop (perfect)
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says to An unremarkable male sun elf 'Ssplendid'
Niccele leans lightly against Sarkas and asks 'Was Jessemine resting when you left her?'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Niccele.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at A curly-haired female tiefling and says 'Hmmm.'
Sarkas nods a bit and says, 'She was getting some rest, so she decided not to come..I think she blames me for the problems. I think we should have rested longer, and I need to give up this nice staff and carry my blade.'.
The Host says, OOC, 'We'll give him until 20 after, then begin.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling shifts the weight of her lithe form watching cooly, 'Death and Desstruction are a certainty. How doesss the resst play out?'.
The night has begun.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc arrives from a puff of smoke.
Niccele chuckles at Sarkas 'Sometimes it takes some time to learn how to adventure with another person. Learning people's habits and such.'.
Marvolaeth arrives from a puff of smoke.
A curly-haired female tiefling comments 'I hope to see some wounds that are not deadly immediately'.
LAST CALL FOR FESTIVITIES!SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR SNEEZE.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says to A curly-haired female tiefling 'Perhaps a song of Fire and Icess'
Marvolaeth looks around the crowd, pointedly ignoring you.
Niccele looks at Marvolaeth.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Marvolaeth.
Marvolaeth looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
Nilco drinks ale from a tankard of Moon Mountain Ale.
Nilco drinks ale from a tankard of Moon Mountain Ale.
The Host claps her hands together, 'Good evening! Be still and silent and hear the rules.'.
An unremarkable male sun elf quiets down.
Alisser presses his lips together, pointedly -not- ignoring Marvolaeth.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at Nilco.
The Spectators hut
W-Beach of Maos D-The Market Cent
A hut has been set up in the sand, high as a tower. Viewers can see all going on from here.
The sky is cloudless and warm and a cool northern breeze blows.
A granite fountain decorated with silver splashes with water. (very good)
(Translucent) An unremarkable male sun elf is hovering here.
A haughty female human is standing here.
Nilco is standing here.
A curly-haired female tiefling is standing here.
(Translucent) Niccele is standing here.
Sarkas is standing here.
(Translucent) An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is hovering here.
(Translucent) A golden-skinned genie hovers here above the ground.
The Host of the Starvation Festivities is here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is standing here.
Marvolaeth is standing here.
This absolute beast of a woman reaches a full standing height of roughly six
and a half feet. Her height is complemented by her girth--she is built like a
grizzly bear, with a muscular, tree-trunk like torso and thickly muscled
arms. Her skin holds a faintly grey-green cast to it, and is quite light. Her
coarse, black hair is done in a series of thick dreadlocks, pulled away from
her face into a messy ponytail, and the sides are shaved, giving her a
distinct mohawk. Her eyes are small and a murky, brownish-red sort of colour,
and her nose is somewhat crooked, as though it's been broken in the past. Two
small tusks jut out from under her bottom lip.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is in perfect health.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is using:
<worn on finger> a green stone ring trimmed with brushed platinum (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a taloned bestial claw on a leather cord (perfect)
<worn on body> white leather armour inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on head> a leather arming cap with a gold trim (perfect)
<worn on legs> a black leather leg sheath (perfect)
<worn on legs> white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
<worn on feet> black studded leather boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> buckled golden gauntlets covered with burgundy runes (perfect)
<worn on arms> a fur-lined leather satchel (superb)
<worn on arms> black studded leather sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a studded leather belt (perfect)
<left hand> a gold-inlaid ebony heavy shield (perfect)
<right hand> a claw of Malar (perfect)
<floating around> an earthstone-encrusted dark gem ioun stone (perfect)
<worn on belt> a spell pouch (perfect)
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at you.
The Host says 'Once I am done speaking, all entires will move a spot west. When you move west you will see the Stuff Box. Remove all you have but your Holy Symbols and place your Stuff in the Stuff Box.'
The Host says 'Once you have you wait for the sound we have begun.'
The Host says 'Sponsors, you can sponsor the people here for a fee. There will be PAUSES, at which time I will collect your fee and bring your gift to your hero.'
The Host says 'The fee begins at five platinum, and goes up by five each pause.'
The Host says 'The genie is here if you have not coin.'
The Host says 'Additionally, for a double fee you may invisibly physically go to your hero and grant boons of your power upon them.'
What's bothering you ?
The Host says 'You may only bestow ONE boon, and then must return here immediately.'
Sarkas looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
The Host asks 'If you do more, you will meet the permenent death our heroes meet here. CLEAR?'
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Niccele nods at The Host.
An unremarkable male sun elf winces at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling nods.
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc sneers at An unremarkable male sun elf in contempt.
Sarkas nods.
The Host asks 'Do we have questions?'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says 'For the firssst boon'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says 'Not the double fee'
The Host asks 'Yes?'
Alisser nods to The Host, 'Once we've set our things into the box, will the box be moved? Or will we begin standing beside it?'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says 'Do we send one of our own thingsss or sssomething from a pressscribed lisst'
Sarkas blinks.
The Host says to you 'You begin beside it, I will be taking it though.'
The Host says to An angular, sylphlike female tiefling 'Your own items.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling nods.
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
Niccele nods at Sarkas.
The Host says 'I provide nothing but early notice and a genie.'
The Host asks 'Anything more? Shall we begin?'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling nods.
The Host nods.
The Host says 'Please say goodbye to your loved ones.'
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
a curved trail of tiny luck gems glows briefly as Niccele activates it.
Niccele looks at you.
Sarkas looks sadly at you and then back to Niccele and nods.
An unremarkable male sun elf raises his hand and speaks to his palm, 'For the worse, or for the best, we got here.'.
The Host says 'Applicants you may move west when you have said your goodbyes.'
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
An unremarkable male sun elf nods.
An unremarkable male sun elf flies west.
A haughty female human puffs out her chest and strides confidently away.
A haughty female human walks west.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
An unremarkable male sun elf flies in from the west.
Niccele sighs and goes over to hug you 'Good luck. May the Lady smile on you today.'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc walks west.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'It's rather dark in there...'
Nilco Hmmmms...
The Host says 'Ah, and Spectators, he who donates most will recieve a prize.'
Marvolaeth walks west.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
An unremarkable male sun elf flies west.
Sarkas sits down, crosses his legs and begins to meditate.
The Host nods.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling raises her hands in prayer to the heavens, 'May The Raging and Cleansing Fires of Kozah grant you the ssstrength and sshow you the way to victoryss'.
The Host walks west.
Alisser looks over to Niccele, and Sarkas then back. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself, and returns the hug tightly. He breathes softly, 'I love you all. Goodbye.'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling asks, 'Whosss who amongsst the contestantss'.
Nilco says 'Aye, lads, go at it, ya giants. Heistation is defeat. Don't pause before ya strike the finishin' blow.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling has lost her link.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling has reconnected, kicking off old link.
Sarkas rises from his meditation.
Sarkas asks Niccele 'Now?'
Niccele shakes her head in Sarkas's direction.
Sarkas nods.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says to Nilco 'I like you'
Alisser pulls away from Niccele, pacing backwards. He gives a small nod before turning onto the beach.
Beach of Maos
N-Road in Maos E-The Spectators W-Beach of Maos
This sandy beach is littered with small seashells and algae. Far to the north,
you can see a tall black building and several two- and three-storey dwellings
in a valley edged by hills. Looking to the north, you see an old road that
enters the ruins of the city.
The sky is cloudless and warm and a cool northern breeze blows.
The Stuff Box is here. (perfect)
A haughty female human is standing here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is standing here.
Marvolaeth is standing here.
(Translucent) An unremarkable male sun elf is hovering here.
The Host of the Starvation Festivities is here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts black studded leather boots in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts black studded leather sleeves in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts white leather armour inscribed with runes in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts buckled golden gauntlets covered with burgundy runes in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a studded leather belt in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a gold-inlaid ebony heavy shield in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a black leather leg sheath in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a leather arming cap with a gold trim in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a green stone ring trimmed with brushed platinum in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts an earthstone-encrusted dark gem ioun stone in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts an amulet of communication in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a claw of Malar in a fur-lined leather satchel.
Marvolaeth pauses to pull out a bloodstained knot from his pack, then throws it into the box with the rest of his belongings.
The Stuff Box contains:
a leather pack (perfect)
an amulet of communication (perfect)
a tin-studded leathern visor (perfect)
a heavy silver scabbard (perfect)
white leather armour inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
white leather armbands inscribed with runes (very good)
a white leather belt inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather boots inscribed with runes (perfect)
white leather gloves inscribed with runes (perfect)
a leather belt quiver (perfect)
a Silverymoon signet ring (perfect)
a white leather cap inscribed with runes (perfect)
a delicate weirwood shortbow (perfect)
a gold coin (superb)
a electrum coin (superb)
4 silver coins (superb)
15 copper coins (superb)
an exquisite steel long sword (perfect)
Marvolaeth puts an amulet of communication in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a black maille coif in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille boots in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille mufflers in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a darkened steel longsword in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille chausses in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille sleeves in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a rawhide-trimmed buckler in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a fine mail girtle in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a metal hipflask in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a fine mail haubergeon in The Stuff Box.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a fur-lined leather satchel in The Stuff Box.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
Marvolaeth puts a travellers pack in The Stuff Box.
The Host looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
You ask The Host 'Host? Forgive me, I've a question left. Are we provided with any weapons to begin? Or, will there be a thing we can find weapons from?'
Standing at an even six feet, this man has chin length black hair and a short
cut, unkempt beard.
His bushy eyebrows seem to be perpetually furrowed over his brown eyes, with
the exception of a small scar cutting a small patch of bare skin over his
left eye, hooking down onto his cheek.
While his hair is greasy and his face smudged with sweat and grime, his
clothes are immaculately clean, albeit wrinkled.
A grimy male human is in perfect health.
Marvolaeth is using: Nothing!
You stop using a leather-wrapped scabbard.
You stop using a strand of pink gemstone hearts.
You stop using a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile.
You stop using a four leaf clover.
You stop using a pair of white leather boots.
You stop using white cotton trousers trimmed with gold.
You stop using a gold shirt.
You stop using a white and gold cloth sash.
You stop using white cotton socks.
You stop using a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain.
You put a leather-wrapped scabbard in The Stuff Box.
You put a strand of pink gemstone hearts in The Stuff Box.
You put a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile in The Stuff Box.
You put a four leaf clover in The Stuff Box.
You put a pair of white leather boots in The Stuff Box.
You put white cotton trousers trimmed with gold in The Stuff Box.
You put a gold shirt in The Stuff Box.
You put a ruby-encrusted emerald-green tower shield covered with emerald green runes in The Stuff Box.
You put a white and gold cloth sash in The Stuff Box.
You put white cotton socks in The Stuff Box.
You put a letter labelled: Champion in The Stuff Box.
You put a goblet of mulled wine in The Stuff Box.
You put a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain in The Stuff Box.
You put 3 copper coins in The Stuff Box.
You put 280 gold coins in The Stuff Box.
The Host says to you 'There are weapons and armour and potions and food spread upon the island.'
You put a large ebony crate in The Stuff Box.
The Host says 'There are also foes. Most within your range of training, some not.'
You hear eerie moanings coming from the tall black spire.
The Host says 'I suggest you all take the path north first and arm yourselves at least.'
The Host says 'From there you are on your own in what you find.'
Alisser nods to The Host, 'May I a moment then, that I might add something to what a friend could send?'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc nods at The Host.
The Host says to you 'Aye.'
An unremarkable male sun elf raises an eyebrow at you.
You put a large leather backpack in The Stuff Box.
You get a heavy silver scabbard from The Stuff Box.
You clear your throat loudly.
You put a heavy silver scabbard in The Stuff Box.
The Host says 'As may all of you.'
You see no boix here.
You get a leather-wrapped scabbard from The Stuff Box.
a leather-wrapped scabbard contains:
an ordinary longsword with a leather-wrapped hilt (perfect)
The sky is getting cloudy.
Alisser nods, 'Forgiveness, Host. I was unclear on this part, I'll return in quick time.'.
The Spectators hut
W-Beach of Maos D-The Market Cent
A hut has been set up in the sand, high as a tower. Viewers can see all going on from here.
The sky is sultry and a cool northern breeze blows.
A granite fountain decorated with silver splashes with water. (very good)
Nilco is standing here.
A curly-haired female tiefling is standing here.
(Translucent) Niccele is standing here.
Sarkas is standing here.
(Translucent) An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is hovering here.
(Translucent) A golden-skinned genie hovers here above the ground.
a curved trail of tiny luck gems glows briefly as Niccele activates it.
A curly-haired female tiefling keeps smiling 'Whoever brings the most pain'.
Niccele glances at you.
Sarkas says to Niccele 'I understand.'
Alisser clears his throat, and presses a scabbard into Niccele's hands, 'Forgiveness, I was unclear on the rules. Could you send this to me, after all?'.
You give a leather-wrapped scabbard to Niccele.
Niccele nods at you.
Nilco says 'They're all just lucky there's no hin competing.'
Alisser nods to Niccele, 'Gracious. I need to hurry back, but gracious.'.
Beach of Maos
N-Road in Maos E-The Spectators W-Beach of Maos
This sandy beach is littered with small seashells and algae. Far to the north,
you can see a tall black building and several two- and three-storey dwellings
in a valley edged by hills. Looking to the north, you see an old road that
enters the ruins of the city.
The sky is sultry and a cool northern breeze blows.
The Stuff Box is here. (perfect)
A haughty female human is standing here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is standing here.
Marvolaeth is standing here.
(Translucent) An unremarkable male sun elf is hovering here.
The Host of the Starvation Festivities is here.
The Host says to An unremarkable male sun elf 'There are things of equal merit in the path to the north. This clue I have given you.'
An unremarkable male sun elf puts a large leather backpack in The Stuff Box.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc tests the claw and comments idly, 'It thirsts for elf blood.'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc walks east.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the east.
The Host nods.
The Stuff Box contains:
a leather pack (perfect)
( 2) an amulet of communication (perfect)
a tin-studded leathern visor (perfect)
white leather armour inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
white leather armbands inscribed with runes (very good)
a white leather belt inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather boots inscribed with runes (perfect)
white leather gloves inscribed with runes (perfect)
a leather belt quiver (perfect)
a Silverymoon signet ring (perfect)
a white leather cap inscribed with runes (perfect)
a delicate weirwood shortbow (perfect)
a electrum coin (superb)
4 silver coins (superb)
an exquisite steel long sword (perfect)
a black maille coif (perfect)
black maille boots (perfect)
black maille mufflers (perfect)
a darkened steel longsword (perfect)
black maille chausses (perfect)
black maille sleeves (perfect)
a rawhide-trimmed buckler (perfect)
a fine mail girtle (perfect)
a metal hipflask (perfect)
a fine mail haubergeon (perfect)
a travellers pack (perfect)
a strand of pink gemstone hearts (perfect)
a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile (perfect)
a four leaf clover (perfect)
a pair of white leather boots (perfect)
white cotton trousers trimmed with gold (perfect)
a gold shirt (good)
a ruby-encrusted emerald-green tower shield covered with emerald green runes (perfect)
a white and gold cloth sash (perfect)
white cotton socks (perfect)
a letter labelled: Champion (perfect)
a goblet of mulled wine (perfect)
a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain (perfect)
18 copper coins (superb)
281 gold coins (superb)
a large ebony crate (perfect)
( 2) a large leather backpack (perfect)
a heavy silver scabbard (perfect)
a fur-lined leather satchel (superb)
An unremarkable male sun elf puts a leather pouch in The Stuff Box.
An unremarkable male sun elf asks 'What will happen now?'
An unremarkable male sun elf peers intently about the area.
The Host says, OOC, 'You've all been given a small kismet reward of my appreciation.'
You say, OOC, '<3'
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Alisser Ferabrar (A bright-eyed, hale male aasimar)
Class: fighter Level: 20 (ECL: 22) Hours Played: 524
Race: aasimar Size: medium Gender: male
Handedness: Right Height: 6ft 7in Weight: 207lbs
Align: neutral good Deity: Waukeen (Acolyte, praised)
Glory: 10/20 Stat Points: 1 Feat Points: 3
Carry Weight: 0.0/300 Load: light Items: 0/10
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Ability Scores | Armour Class
STR 18/18 Bonus: +4 | head 13 (none) Shield: +0
DEX 16/16 Bonus: +3 | body 13 (none) Size: +0
CON 18/18 Bonus: +4 | arms 13 (none) Natural: +0
INT 14/14 Bonus: +2 | hands 13 (none) Deflection: +0
WIS 10/10 Bonus: +0 | waist 13 (none)
CHA 10/10 Bonus: +0 | legs 13 (none) Spell Failure: 0%
| feet 13 (none) Armour Penalty: +0
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Saving Throws | Combat Stats
Fortitude: 10/10 | AB: 1st: +8 , 2nd: +3, 3rd: -2
Reflex: 5/5 |
Will: 2/2 |
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Minions & Cart
Cart: a gilt painted merchant stall
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The Host says 'Soon you will go forth, when the others return.'
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
Marvolaeth says, OOC, 'You're the beeeeest'
A haughty female human yells 'Are you ready to LOSE?'
The Host says, OOC, 'I appreciate the entries very much!'
Marvolaeth looks at A haughty female human.
An unremarkable male sun elf yells 'ARE YOU?'
An unremarkable male sun elf howls like a depraved coyote.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc walks in from the east.
Alisser looks over the group, and says quietly, 'If I might appeal to you all?'.
An unremarkable male sun elf raises an eyebrow at you.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc says to you 'You don't. But speak anyway.'
Marvolaeth rolls his eyes at you, 'Going to beg that you get your shot at me, alone?'.
Marvolaeth snickers.
The Host folds her hands together, 'When you are ready.'.
Alisser dips his head in Marvolaeth's direction, '.. He's the only one I'm here for. I will not attack the rest of you or get in your way. In turn, I ask you save your strength to battle the others here.'.
Your killmode is: stun
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at you and says 'Hmmm.'
Marvolaeth snorts, 'Called it.'.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'I don't believe you, human.'
Marvolaeth says to you 'Prepare for a slow death, Alisser.'
A haughty female human says in a shout to you, 'Yes I will kill you LAST.'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at A haughty female human.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at Marvolaeth.
Alisser rolls his shoulders slowly, 'You needn't believe me to know yo ustand your best chance to assume I'm telling you the truth. If you duel me when you need not, you're an easy target for the others.'.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'You N'Tel'Quess will see what a civilized being is capable of.'
The Host asks 'Are we good, then?'
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
Marvolaeth nods at The Host.
Alisser nods to The Host.
You see Road in Maos.
Your speed set to run.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc says to The Host 'Always.'
A LOUD HORN BLASTS THROUGH THE REALMS! THE STARVATION FESTIVITIES BEGIN!
OOC GLOBAL: Ten minutes, use ask for a transfer.
Someone has transferred you.
Beach of Maos
W-Beach of Maos Other exits:Moonsea
This sandy beach is littered with small seashells and algae. Far to the north,
you can see a tall black building and several two- and three-storey dwellings
in a valley edged by hills. Looking to the south, you see the Moonsea and
the walls of Hillsfar far away. There is a small wooden sign here, half-buried
in the sand.
The sky is sultry and a warm southerly breeze blows.
You see Beach of Maos.
A curly-haired female tiefling is not too far off west from here.
the fisherman is a long ways off west from here.
You hear eerie moanings coming from the tall black spire.
The clouds disappear.
An unremarkable male sun elf has entered the game.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at you.
A prime exemple of the Gold Elven lineage, his skin is bronze-bound, his long
hair goes down to his chest, black as the night. His eyes have a shimmering
golden hue, with specks of green going from the pupil to the outer rim. He is
tall, topping 5''4', his hands are strong, callous. He moves with a gracious
stride, as if ready to dance or spar at any time.
His voice is calm and deep. His eloquency is noticeable.
An unremarkable male sun elf is in perfect health.
He looks whispy and cloudlike.
An unremarkable male sun elf is using:
<worn on finger> a Silverymoon signet ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a tin-studded leathern visor (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on body> a large leather backpack (perfect)
<worn on head> a white leather cap inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on legs> white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
<worn on feet> white studded leather boots inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on hands> white leather gloves inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on arms> white leather armbands inscribed with runes (very good)
<worn about waist> a white leather belt inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on belt> a heavy silver scabbard (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather pouch (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather belt quiver (perfect)
You are using:
<worn on ears> a strand of pink gemstone hearts (perfect)
<worn around neck> a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile (perfect)
<worn on body> a gold shirt (good)
<worn on legs> white cotton trousers trimmed with gold (perfect)
<worn on feet> white cotton socks (perfect, tight)
<worn on feet> a pair of white leather boots (perfect)
<worn about waist> a white and gold cloth sash (perfect)
<floating around> a four leaf clover (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather-wrapped scabbard (perfect)
An unremarkable male sun elf asks 'Where... Are the others?'
Alisser shakes his head, 'Not yet here. They'll come..'.
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at you and says 'Hmmm.'
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'Good.'
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'Oh my. I don't have clothes.'
An unremarkable male sun elf stares at the sky.
Alisser rests a hand on the hilt of his sword, 'Don't worry. We'll not be keeping it, I think. I'm told the last time, they were provided bare clothes for the competition.'.
A haughty female human arrives from a puff of smoke.
Nilco walks in from below.
Someone reveals a hidden passage!
Nilco waves happily.
Nilco looks at A haughty female human.
An unremarkable male sun elf says to you 'Oh.'
Based on height alone it would be easy to mistake this woman for a
handsome young man. The top of her head is around six feet off the
ground, give or take a couple of inches. Her hair is a deep, cherry
auburn colour, and her eyes are hazel.
A haughty female human is in perfect health.
A haughty female human is using: Nothing!
Nilco looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Alisser averts his gaze immediately.
The Starvation Festivities horns begin to sound across the realms. Magical entry to the Spectators Hut is set up in the Waterdeep Market.
You see The Market Centre.
The Constable is nearby down from here.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at A haughty female human.
An unremarkable male sun elf stares at the sky.
An unremarkable male sun elf clears his throat.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
A curly-haired female tiefling walks in from the west.
A haughty female human says to An unremarkable male sun elf 'A shy elf. Fancy that.'
Niccele walks in from below.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'Ah-- Well. Given the circunstances.'
Someone says, OOC, '1 entry ping'd me he'd be a few minutes late so we'll hold off for that.'
Nilco says, OOC, 'Wooo, time to fight for food!'
Niccele looks at you.
Nilco gets a heater with a chevron blazon from a large black leather ore bag.
This young woman is quite small, standing under five feet even when on the
tips of her toes. She is very slim, with no extra fat to be noticed anywhere
on her person. Where visible, her lightly tanned, smooth skin is pulled
tightly over lean muscles giving evidence to an active lifestyle. Striking,
dark indigo blue eyes look out from under slender eyebrows and full lashes.
The rest of her face is unmarked and characterized by a small nose and full
lips. When revealed, her ears are a slightly longer than most humans, with a
slight point at the end. Her hair is a dark, warm brown that falls to
mid-back. It is feathered away from her face, and long bangs swoop down to
cover the right half of her forehead.
A petite, indigo-eyed female halfelf is in perfect health.
She looks whispy and cloudlike.
Her neck is perforated by a series of gills on each side.
Niccele is using:
<worn on finger> twisted bands set with luckstones (perfect)
<worn on finger> a platinum ring set with a water opal (perfect)
<worn on ears> a curved trail of tiny luck gems (perfect)
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a necklace of silvery tears (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a silver coin stamped with a woman's face (perfect)
<worn on body> a billowing silver and blue cape (perfect)
<worn on body> a slinky gown of smoky dark lace trimmed with beljurils (perfect)
<worn on head> a silver headband with luck gem cat ears (perfect)
<worn on feet> a luck ankle chain (perfect)
<worn on feet> white silk pumps with ebony heels (perfect)
<worn on arms> samite sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a samite sash (perfect)
<worn on belt> a shimmering sapphire silk spellpouch (perfect)
<worn on belt> a silvery silk sack (perfect)
Nilco gets a black-handled turquoise titanium bastard sword from a large black leather ore bag.
Nilco gets a glass flask of dragonskin, shield, bulls strength from a large black leather ore bag.
Nilco gets a tankard of Moon Mountain Ale from a large black leather ore bag.
The biggest Sponsor in the games recieves a reward, do not be shy to watch the event!
An unremarkable male sun elf twiddles his thumbs.
An unremarkable male sun elf asks 'Who here is competing?'
Alisser closes his eyes, taking measured breaths.
Sarkas arrives from a puff of smoke.
An unremarkable male sun elf coughs loudly.
Niccele glances at Sarkas.
Sarkas says, OOC, 'Thank you!'
Someone says, OOC, 'You're welcome.'
Selune arrives in a shower of moonbeams.
Sarkas moves over to stand next to Niccele.
Sarkas drops to his knees.
Niccele smiles at Sarkas.
Niccele looks at The Host.
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling arrives from a puff of smoke.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at The Host.
Sarkas rises up.
An unremarkable male sun elf giggles at The Host's actions.
The sun slowly starts to set in the west.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Sarkas says to Niccele 'I thought it proper to come watch with you.'
Sarkas looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Sarkas.
Niccele says to Sarkas 'I appreciate it.'
The island slowly lowers beneath the waves of the Moonsea.
Mists rise to obscure where the island was.
Amazingly the island remains intact with a large bubble of air above it.
Sarkas nods and smiles at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
The Host nods at a golden-skinned genie.
The Host is in perfect health.
The Host is using:
<worn on finger> a tooth-studded scarlet unknown ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a bright red nose (perfect)
<worn on body> a crushed velvet pouch (perfect)
<worn on body> a pocketed under jacket (perfect)
<worn on legs> close-fitting dark pants (perfect)
<left hand> some fine fabric (perfect)
<right hand> a piece of parchment (perfect)
This large golden-skinned creature has a humanoid head and upper
body but no legs. Instead, its lower body, from the waist down is
surrounded in a thick cloud of swirling golden particles that seem
to allow him to float in the air.
A golden-skinned genie is in perfect health.
a golden-skinned genie is using: Nothing!
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at a golden-skinned genie.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at a golden-skinned genie.
A curly-haired female tiefling looks at The Host.
Niccele looks at a golden-skinned genie.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling thanks a golden-skinned genie.
Your current balance is 125 platinum, 3 gold, 2 silver, 5 copper.
The Host says, OOC, 'Just waiting on an entry mate who warned me they would be late.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling withdraws some coins.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling deposits some coins.
A curly-haired female tiefling looks at a golden-skinned genie.
You hear eerie moanings coming from the tall black spire.
A curly-haired female tiefling looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
Nilco looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
Sarkas leans over and whispers to Niccele, 'I need to see a trainer when we get back. I learned so much with Jessemine.'.
Niccele smiles a bit at Sarkas 'That is good to hear.'.
Sarkas nods at you.
Sarkas smiles at Niccele.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling sways gently, a faint plume of smoke escaping her as she hisses softly in greeting 'Iss thisss a blood circuss?'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at you.
Niccele looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at A haughty female human.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Nilco.
Sarkas looks at A haughty female human.
Sarkas looks at Nilco.
Sarkas looks at Nilco.
Sarkas looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling and says 'Hmmm.'
An unremarkable male sun elf says to An angular, sylphlike female tiefling 'Blood -arena-'
Sarkas looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Short and slender, this male moon elf has black hair and blue eyes with the
telltale golden flecks in the iris. His pale skin is clear of blemish, and
appears to be tautly stretched over delicate bones. His face is a study in
angles, with an aquiline nose and a square jaw. His thick mane of hair is
pulled back over his ears, which are wide and short, and the tips lay flat
against his narrow skull. His almond shape eyes are recessed slightly,
allowing his curved eyebrows to over shadow them. His hands seem to be out of
proportion to his slight build, being large, with long slender fingers.
An unremarkable male moon elf is in perfect health.
A shimmering translucent set of armour seems to enshroud him.
Sarkas is using:
<worn on finger> a pale iron ring inlaid with marble (perfect)
<worn on finger> a gold ring set with a pink gem (perfect)
<worn on ears> a gold earring set with a piece of amber (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on body> a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of sapphire spiders (perfect)
<worn on body> a sleeveless light grey robe (perfect)
<worn on legs> light grey trousers (perfect)
<worn on feet> dyed canvas ankle boots (perfect)
<worn on arms> light grey sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a red silk belt (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a gold and ivory bracelet (perfect)
<both hands> a golden wood feathered staff (perfect)
<floating around> (Glowing) a purple gem ioun stone embossed with a platinum rose (perfect)
<worn on belt> a spellpouch embossed with crescent stars (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather weapons loop (perfect)
<worn on belt> a spellbook (perfect)
You nod at him.
You are nearly blinded by An angular, sylphlike female tiefling's dazzling smile.
Desceptively slim and lithe, her form is covered in
taught black skin similar to that of a cambion. Obsidian
tresses sit upon her shoulders in curls as tight as death
often kept at bay by her elflike ears. Eyes as black as
the night, from edge to edge, sit in her slender face
above a barely noticeable nose. Her jawline is very
chiseled, going well with her high almost spiny cheek
bones, while her mouth has two full rows of razor sharp
teeth. She seems to have lead a very rough life, a scar
on her left thigh tells of someone putting a chain belt
around it, and pulling until it cut deep into her flesh.
The faint sent of smoke seems to follow her movements,
and her body seems rather hot to touch.
She stands at nearly six feet, four inches tall, and is a
wraithlike hundred and twenty pounds.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is in perfect health.
She looks whispy and cloudlike.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is using:
<worn on finger> (Glowing) an elegant onyx ring set with a glittering emerald (perfect)
<worn on finger> an ornate dark silver ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a black eye patch (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on neck> a necklace of jet beads (perfect)
<worn as symbol> three enamelled bolts of lightning on a chain (perfect)
<worn on body> a writhing, mottled shroud of ooze (perfect)
<worn on body> a black steel armour embossed with a lightning bolt (perfect)
<worn on head> a blue titanium full helm (perfect)
<worn on legs> segmented titanium cuisses with lacquered poleynes (perfect)
<worn on feet> a pair of rounded black steel sabatons (perfect)
<worn on hands> ruby-encrusted pale blue gauntlets covered with golden runes (perfect)
<worn on arms> a durable suede satchel (perfect)
<worn on arms> segmented titanium rerebraces with lacquered vambraces (perfect)
<worn about waist> a darkened fluted steel fauld (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a purple leather bracers stitched with golden thread (perfect)
<floating around> (Glowing) an itty bitty faux bat (perfect)
<worn on belt> a black silk bag (perfect)
<worn on belt> a yellow embroidered spell pouch (superb)
<worn on belt> a black and blue leather weapons loop (perfect)
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says to An unremarkable male sun elf 'Ssplendid'
Niccele leans lightly against Sarkas and asks 'Was Jessemine resting when you left her?'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Niccele.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at A curly-haired female tiefling and says 'Hmmm.'
Sarkas nods a bit and says, 'She was getting some rest, so she decided not to come..I think she blames me for the problems. I think we should have rested longer, and I need to give up this nice staff and carry my blade.'.
The Host says, OOC, 'We'll give him until 20 after, then begin.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling shifts the weight of her lithe form watching cooly, 'Death and Desstruction are a certainty. How doesss the resst play out?'.
The night has begun.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc arrives from a puff of smoke.
Niccele chuckles at Sarkas 'Sometimes it takes some time to learn how to adventure with another person. Learning people's habits and such.'.
Marvolaeth arrives from a puff of smoke.
A curly-haired female tiefling comments 'I hope to see some wounds that are not deadly immediately'.
LAST CALL FOR FESTIVITIES!SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR SNEEZE.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says to A curly-haired female tiefling 'Perhaps a song of Fire and Icess'
Marvolaeth looks around the crowd, pointedly ignoring you.
Niccele looks at Marvolaeth.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at A curly-haired female tiefling.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling looks at Marvolaeth.
Marvolaeth looks at An angular, sylphlike female tiefling.
Nilco drinks ale from a tankard of Moon Mountain Ale.
Nilco drinks ale from a tankard of Moon Mountain Ale.
The Host claps her hands together, 'Good evening! Be still and silent and hear the rules.'.
An unremarkable male sun elf quiets down.
Alisser presses his lips together, pointedly -not- ignoring Marvolaeth.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at Nilco.
The Spectators hut
W-Beach of Maos D-The Market Cent
A hut has been set up in the sand, high as a tower. Viewers can see all going on from here.
The sky is cloudless and warm and a cool northern breeze blows.
A granite fountain decorated with silver splashes with water. (very good)
(Translucent) An unremarkable male sun elf is hovering here.
A haughty female human is standing here.
Nilco is standing here.
A curly-haired female tiefling is standing here.
(Translucent) Niccele is standing here.
Sarkas is standing here.
(Translucent) An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is hovering here.
(Translucent) A golden-skinned genie hovers here above the ground.
The Host of the Starvation Festivities is here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is standing here.
Marvolaeth is standing here.
This absolute beast of a woman reaches a full standing height of roughly six
and a half feet. Her height is complemented by her girth--she is built like a
grizzly bear, with a muscular, tree-trunk like torso and thickly muscled
arms. Her skin holds a faintly grey-green cast to it, and is quite light. Her
coarse, black hair is done in a series of thick dreadlocks, pulled away from
her face into a messy ponytail, and the sides are shaved, giving her a
distinct mohawk. Her eyes are small and a murky, brownish-red sort of colour,
and her nose is somewhat crooked, as though it's been broken in the past. Two
small tusks jut out from under her bottom lip.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is in perfect health.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is using:
<worn on finger> a green stone ring trimmed with brushed platinum (perfect)
<worn around neck> an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a taloned bestial claw on a leather cord (perfect)
<worn on body> white leather armour inscribed with runes (perfect)
<worn on head> a leather arming cap with a gold trim (perfect)
<worn on legs> a black leather leg sheath (perfect)
<worn on legs> white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
<worn on feet> black studded leather boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> buckled golden gauntlets covered with burgundy runes (perfect)
<worn on arms> a fur-lined leather satchel (superb)
<worn on arms> black studded leather sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a studded leather belt (perfect)
<left hand> a gold-inlaid ebony heavy shield (perfect)
<right hand> a claw of Malar (perfect)
<floating around> an earthstone-encrusted dark gem ioun stone (perfect)
<worn on belt> a spell pouch (perfect)
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at you.
The Host says 'Once I am done speaking, all entires will move a spot west. When you move west you will see the Stuff Box. Remove all you have but your Holy Symbols and place your Stuff in the Stuff Box.'
The Host says 'Once you have you wait for the sound we have begun.'
The Host says 'Sponsors, you can sponsor the people here for a fee. There will be PAUSES, at which time I will collect your fee and bring your gift to your hero.'
The Host says 'The fee begins at five platinum, and goes up by five each pause.'
The Host says 'The genie is here if you have not coin.'
The Host says 'Additionally, for a double fee you may invisibly physically go to your hero and grant boons of your power upon them.'
What's bothering you ?
The Host says 'You may only bestow ONE boon, and then must return here immediately.'
Sarkas looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
An unremarkable male sun elf looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
The Host asks 'If you do more, you will meet the permenent death our heroes meet here. CLEAR?'
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at An unremarkable male sun elf.
Niccele nods at The Host.
An unremarkable male sun elf winces at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling nods.
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc sneers at An unremarkable male sun elf in contempt.
Sarkas nods.
The Host asks 'Do we have questions?'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says 'For the firssst boon'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says 'Not the double fee'
The Host asks 'Yes?'
Alisser nods to The Host, 'Once we've set our things into the box, will the box be moved? Or will we begin standing beside it?'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says 'Do we send one of our own thingsss or sssomething from a pressscribed lisst'
Sarkas blinks.
The Host says to you 'You begin beside it, I will be taking it though.'
The Host says to An angular, sylphlike female tiefling 'Your own items.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling nods.
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
Niccele nods at Sarkas.
The Host says 'I provide nothing but early notice and a genie.'
The Host asks 'Anything more? Shall we begin?'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling nods.
The Host nods.
The Host says 'Please say goodbye to your loved ones.'
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
a curved trail of tiny luck gems glows briefly as Niccele activates it.
Niccele looks at you.
Sarkas looks sadly at you and then back to Niccele and nods.
An unremarkable male sun elf raises his hand and speaks to his palm, 'For the worse, or for the best, we got here.'.
The Host says 'Applicants you may move west when you have said your goodbyes.'
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
An unremarkable male sun elf nods.
An unremarkable male sun elf flies west.
A haughty female human puffs out her chest and strides confidently away.
A haughty female human walks west.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
An unremarkable male sun elf flies in from the west.
Niccele sighs and goes over to hug you 'Good luck. May the Lady smile on you today.'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc walks west.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
an amulet of communication glows briefly as Sarkas activates it.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'It's rather dark in there...'
Nilco Hmmmms...
The Host says 'Ah, and Spectators, he who donates most will recieve a prize.'
Marvolaeth walks west.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the west.
An unremarkable male sun elf flies west.
Sarkas sits down, crosses his legs and begins to meditate.
The Host nods.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling raises her hands in prayer to the heavens, 'May The Raging and Cleansing Fires of Kozah grant you the ssstrength and sshow you the way to victoryss'.
The Host walks west.
Alisser looks over to Niccele, and Sarkas then back. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself, and returns the hug tightly. He breathes softly, 'I love you all. Goodbye.'.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling asks, 'Whosss who amongsst the contestantss'.
Nilco says 'Aye, lads, go at it, ya giants. Heistation is defeat. Don't pause before ya strike the finishin' blow.'
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling has lost her link.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling has reconnected, kicking off old link.
Sarkas rises from his meditation.
Sarkas asks Niccele 'Now?'
Niccele shakes her head in Sarkas's direction.
Sarkas nods.
An angular, sylphlike female tiefling says to Nilco 'I like you'
Alisser pulls away from Niccele, pacing backwards. He gives a small nod before turning onto the beach.
Beach of Maos
N-Road in Maos E-The Spectators W-Beach of Maos
This sandy beach is littered with small seashells and algae. Far to the north,
you can see a tall black building and several two- and three-storey dwellings
in a valley edged by hills. Looking to the north, you see an old road that
enters the ruins of the city.
The sky is cloudless and warm and a cool northern breeze blows.
The Stuff Box is here. (perfect)
A haughty female human is standing here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is standing here.
Marvolaeth is standing here.
(Translucent) An unremarkable male sun elf is hovering here.
The Host of the Starvation Festivities is here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts black studded leather boots in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts black studded leather sleeves in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts white leather armour inscribed with runes in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts buckled golden gauntlets covered with burgundy runes in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a studded leather belt in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a gold-inlaid ebony heavy shield in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a black leather leg sheath in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a leather arming cap with a gold trim in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a green stone ring trimmed with brushed platinum in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts an earthstone-encrusted dark gem ioun stone in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts an amulet of communication in a fur-lined leather satchel.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a claw of Malar in a fur-lined leather satchel.
Marvolaeth pauses to pull out a bloodstained knot from his pack, then throws it into the box with the rest of his belongings.
The Stuff Box contains:
a leather pack (perfect)
an amulet of communication (perfect)
a tin-studded leathern visor (perfect)
a heavy silver scabbard (perfect)
white leather armour inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
white leather armbands inscribed with runes (very good)
a white leather belt inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather boots inscribed with runes (perfect)
white leather gloves inscribed with runes (perfect)
a leather belt quiver (perfect)
a Silverymoon signet ring (perfect)
a white leather cap inscribed with runes (perfect)
a delicate weirwood shortbow (perfect)
a gold coin (superb)
a electrum coin (superb)
4 silver coins (superb)
15 copper coins (superb)
an exquisite steel long sword (perfect)
Marvolaeth puts an amulet of communication in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a black maille coif in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille boots in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille mufflers in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a darkened steel longsword in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille chausses in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts black maille sleeves in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a rawhide-trimmed buckler in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a fine mail girtle in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a metal hipflask in The Stuff Box.
Marvolaeth puts a fine mail haubergeon in The Stuff Box.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc puts a fur-lined leather satchel in The Stuff Box.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
Marvolaeth puts a travellers pack in The Stuff Box.
The Host looks at A colossal, sable-haired female half orc.
You ask The Host 'Host? Forgive me, I've a question left. Are we provided with any weapons to begin? Or, will there be a thing we can find weapons from?'
Standing at an even six feet, this man has chin length black hair and a short
cut, unkempt beard.
His bushy eyebrows seem to be perpetually furrowed over his brown eyes, with
the exception of a small scar cutting a small patch of bare skin over his
left eye, hooking down onto his cheek.
While his hair is greasy and his face smudged with sweat and grime, his
clothes are immaculately clean, albeit wrinkled.
A grimy male human is in perfect health.
Marvolaeth is using: Nothing!
You stop using a leather-wrapped scabbard.
You stop using a strand of pink gemstone hearts.
You stop using a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile.
You stop using a four leaf clover.
You stop using a pair of white leather boots.
You stop using white cotton trousers trimmed with gold.
You stop using a gold shirt.
You stop using a white and gold cloth sash.
You stop using white cotton socks.
You stop using a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain.
You put a leather-wrapped scabbard in The Stuff Box.
You put a strand of pink gemstone hearts in The Stuff Box.
You put a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile in The Stuff Box.
You put a four leaf clover in The Stuff Box.
You put a pair of white leather boots in The Stuff Box.
You put white cotton trousers trimmed with gold in The Stuff Box.
You put a gold shirt in The Stuff Box.
You put a ruby-encrusted emerald-green tower shield covered with emerald green runes in The Stuff Box.
You put a white and gold cloth sash in The Stuff Box.
You put white cotton socks in The Stuff Box.
You put a letter labelled: Champion in The Stuff Box.
You put a goblet of mulled wine in The Stuff Box.
You put a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain in The Stuff Box.
You put 3 copper coins in The Stuff Box.
You put 280 gold coins in The Stuff Box.
The Host says to you 'There are weapons and armour and potions and food spread upon the island.'
You put a large ebony crate in The Stuff Box.
The Host says 'There are also foes. Most within your range of training, some not.'
You hear eerie moanings coming from the tall black spire.
The Host says 'I suggest you all take the path north first and arm yourselves at least.'
The Host says 'From there you are on your own in what you find.'
Alisser nods to The Host, 'May I a moment then, that I might add something to what a friend could send?'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc nods at The Host.
The Host says to you 'Aye.'
An unremarkable male sun elf raises an eyebrow at you.
You put a large leather backpack in The Stuff Box.
You get a heavy silver scabbard from The Stuff Box.
You clear your throat loudly.
You put a heavy silver scabbard in The Stuff Box.
The Host says 'As may all of you.'
You see no boix here.
You get a leather-wrapped scabbard from The Stuff Box.
a leather-wrapped scabbard contains:
an ordinary longsword with a leather-wrapped hilt (perfect)
The sky is getting cloudy.
Alisser nods, 'Forgiveness, Host. I was unclear on this part, I'll return in quick time.'.
The Spectators hut
W-Beach of Maos D-The Market Cent
A hut has been set up in the sand, high as a tower. Viewers can see all going on from here.
The sky is sultry and a cool northern breeze blows.
A granite fountain decorated with silver splashes with water. (very good)
Nilco is standing here.
A curly-haired female tiefling is standing here.
(Translucent) Niccele is standing here.
Sarkas is standing here.
(Translucent) An angular, sylphlike female tiefling is hovering here.
(Translucent) A golden-skinned genie hovers here above the ground.
a curved trail of tiny luck gems glows briefly as Niccele activates it.
A curly-haired female tiefling keeps smiling 'Whoever brings the most pain'.
Niccele glances at you.
Sarkas says to Niccele 'I understand.'
Alisser clears his throat, and presses a scabbard into Niccele's hands, 'Forgiveness, I was unclear on the rules. Could you send this to me, after all?'.
You give a leather-wrapped scabbard to Niccele.
Niccele nods at you.
Nilco says 'They're all just lucky there's no hin competing.'
Alisser nods to Niccele, 'Gracious. I need to hurry back, but gracious.'.
Beach of Maos
N-Road in Maos E-The Spectators W-Beach of Maos
This sandy beach is littered with small seashells and algae. Far to the north,
you can see a tall black building and several two- and three-storey dwellings
in a valley edged by hills. Looking to the north, you see an old road that
enters the ruins of the city.
The sky is sultry and a cool northern breeze blows.
The Stuff Box is here. (perfect)
A haughty female human is standing here.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc is standing here.
Marvolaeth is standing here.
(Translucent) An unremarkable male sun elf is hovering here.
The Host of the Starvation Festivities is here.
The Host says to An unremarkable male sun elf 'There are things of equal merit in the path to the north. This clue I have given you.'
An unremarkable male sun elf puts a large leather backpack in The Stuff Box.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc tests the claw and comments idly, 'It thirsts for elf blood.'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc walks east.
You hear the sound of footsteps from the east.
The Host nods.
The Stuff Box contains:
a leather pack (perfect)
( 2) an amulet of communication (perfect)
a tin-studded leathern visor (perfect)
white leather armour inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather leggings inscribed with runes (superb)
white leather armbands inscribed with runes (very good)
a white leather belt inscribed with runes (perfect)
white studded leather boots inscribed with runes (perfect)
white leather gloves inscribed with runes (perfect)
a leather belt quiver (perfect)
a Silverymoon signet ring (perfect)
a white leather cap inscribed with runes (perfect)
a delicate weirwood shortbow (perfect)
a electrum coin (superb)
4 silver coins (superb)
an exquisite steel long sword (perfect)
a black maille coif (perfect)
black maille boots (perfect)
black maille mufflers (perfect)
a darkened steel longsword (perfect)
black maille chausses (perfect)
black maille sleeves (perfect)
a rawhide-trimmed buckler (perfect)
a fine mail girtle (perfect)
a metal hipflask (perfect)
a fine mail haubergeon (perfect)
a travellers pack (perfect)
a strand of pink gemstone hearts (perfect)
a golden coin embossed with a woman's profile (perfect)
a four leaf clover (perfect)
a pair of white leather boots (perfect)
white cotton trousers trimmed with gold (perfect)
a gold shirt (good)
a ruby-encrusted emerald-green tower shield covered with emerald green runes (perfect)
a white and gold cloth sash (perfect)
white cotton socks (perfect)
a letter labelled: Champion (perfect)
a goblet of mulled wine (perfect)
a small winged cross knot looped through a gold chain (perfect)
18 copper coins (superb)
281 gold coins (superb)
a large ebony crate (perfect)
( 2) a large leather backpack (perfect)
a heavy silver scabbard (perfect)
a fur-lined leather satchel (superb)
An unremarkable male sun elf puts a leather pouch in The Stuff Box.
An unremarkable male sun elf asks 'What will happen now?'
An unremarkable male sun elf peers intently about the area.
The Host says, OOC, 'You've all been given a small kismet reward of my appreciation.'
You say, OOC, '<3'
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Alisser Ferabrar (A bright-eyed, hale male aasimar)
Class: fighter Level: 20 (ECL: 22) Hours Played: 524
Race: aasimar Size: medium Gender: male
Handedness: Right Height: 6ft 7in Weight: 207lbs
Align: neutral good Deity: Waukeen (Acolyte, praised)
Glory: 10/20 Stat Points: 1 Feat Points: 3
Carry Weight: 0.0/300 Load: light Items: 0/10
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Ability Scores | Armour Class
STR 18/18 Bonus: +4 | head 13 (none) Shield: +0
DEX 16/16 Bonus: +3 | body 13 (none) Size: +0
CON 18/18 Bonus: +4 | arms 13 (none) Natural: +0
INT 14/14 Bonus: +2 | hands 13 (none) Deflection: +0
WIS 10/10 Bonus: +0 | waist 13 (none)
CHA 10/10 Bonus: +0 | legs 13 (none) Spell Failure: 0%
| feet 13 (none) Armour Penalty: +0
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Saving Throws | Combat Stats
Fortitude: 10/10 | AB: 1st: +8 , 2nd: +3, 3rd: -2
Reflex: 5/5 |
Will: 2/2 |
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Minions & Cart
Cart: a gilt painted merchant stall
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The Host says 'Soon you will go forth, when the others return.'
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
Marvolaeth says, OOC, 'You're the beeeeest'
A haughty female human yells 'Are you ready to LOSE?'
The Host says, OOC, 'I appreciate the entries very much!'
Marvolaeth looks at A haughty female human.
An unremarkable male sun elf yells 'ARE YOU?'
An unremarkable male sun elf howls like a depraved coyote.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc walks in from the east.
Alisser looks over the group, and says quietly, 'If I might appeal to you all?'.
An unremarkable male sun elf raises an eyebrow at you.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc says to you 'You don't. But speak anyway.'
Marvolaeth rolls his eyes at you, 'Going to beg that you get your shot at me, alone?'.
Marvolaeth snickers.
The Host folds her hands together, 'When you are ready.'.
Alisser dips his head in Marvolaeth's direction, '.. He's the only one I'm here for. I will not attack the rest of you or get in your way. In turn, I ask you save your strength to battle the others here.'.
Your killmode is: stun
An unremarkable male sun elf gazes thoughtfully at you and says 'Hmmm.'
Marvolaeth snorts, 'Called it.'.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'I don't believe you, human.'
Marvolaeth says to you 'Prepare for a slow death, Alisser.'
A haughty female human says in a shout to you, 'Yes I will kill you LAST.'.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at A haughty female human.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc looks at Marvolaeth.
Alisser rolls his shoulders slowly, 'You needn't believe me to know yo ustand your best chance to assume I'm telling you the truth. If you duel me when you need not, you're an easy target for the others.'.
An unremarkable male sun elf says 'You N'Tel'Quess will see what a civilized being is capable of.'
The Host asks 'Are we good, then?'
An unremarkable male sun elf nods at The Host.
Marvolaeth nods at The Host.
Alisser nods to The Host.
You see Road in Maos.
Your speed set to run.
A colossal, sable-haired female half orc says to The Host 'Always.'
A LOUD HORN BLASTS THROUGH THE REALMS! THE STARVATION FESTIVITIES BEGIN!