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Gelfling only wants to have a glass of milk in the Desert-Inn - but then another customer shows up and presents some extraordinary visions...
Lonar, the 1. day ( a Knifeday ) in the month of the raven, 259 years after the big fire of Padorn
You are inside a pub called `Desert-Inn'. The barkeeper, a very old Freme
called Tuek, stands behind the bar. Over the bar you see a mirror hanging
on the wall.
There are two obvious exits: north, northeast.
A wooden box containing newspapers.
A blue eyed male freme and a drunken male freme.
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: sh... sheersh, Buddy!
The drunken male freme drinks a whisky.
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: I lllove that sh... shhh.......
shtuff
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: sh... sheersh, Buddy!
The drunken male freme falls down on his nose.
The drunken male freme drinks a whisky.
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: Outch... Ohhh my goshhh.... not ag...
pfffff
The drunken male freme lets of a real rip-roarer.
// looking at the mirror, I see:
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# #
# Drinks: #
# #
# Water __________ 2 cc (Perrier) #
# Milk ___________ 4 cc (fresh from the cow) #
# Beer ___________ 20 cc (elven brew) #
# Whisky _________ 20 sc (feel the taste) #
# Wodka __________ 20 sc (the original) #
# Adventurer _____ 24 sc (drink for hard workers) #
# Heaven on earth 26 sc (Wodka/TiaMaria/Cream) #
# Devilbreath ____ 6 gc (imported from Padorn...) #
# #
# As a special offer: #
# FREMEN-BREW ____ 5 gc (A Fremen-Special) #
# RATIONS ________ 50 cc (to take on your journeys) #
# WATERSKIN _(1l)_ 25 cc (filled with fresh water) #
# #
# If you want to spend a round of drinks you can #
# do so with 'spend<drink> '. #
# #
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// I think that milk will be better than alcohol.
// And as a cleric, I should set an example to others as well. ;)
You order a round of milk.
You pay the 42 copper coins for the round.
You get a milk.
// That barkeeper must be cheating! Or isn't he?
You hum a mystic melody to your deity.
You cast a magic spell and you sense:
2 creatures and 1 objects.
// Nobody else around... that miserable fraud! ;-(
You drink from a glass of fresh milk.
Here you are! You are given a glass of fresh milk.
You eat a cookie.
You sit down to rest a while.
Your shortdescription is now: Gelfling is relaxing at the bar (sipping on a
glass of milk).
You obtain a newspaper from the wooden box.
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: sh... sheersh, Buddy!
The drunken male freme drinks a whisky.
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: I lllove that sh... shhh.......
shtuff
The drunken male freme falls down on his nose.
The drunken male freme says in xyllic: Outch... Ohhh my goshhh.... not ag...
pfffff
The drunken male freme lets of a real rip-roarer.
The depressed stone-faced male elf's hologram shimmers into view.
The depressed stone-faced male elf bows gracefully.
// looking at the newcomer, I see:
Depressed stone-faced male elf.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left
hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is very tall and skinny for an elf.
He looks coarse.
He is in good shape.
He is alert.
He is wielding a dagger.
He is wearing blood-covered black death-mask, a bloody heart-chain, two
diamond rings, a long coat of mail, a metal target shield and a pair of
green elven boots.
You gulp nervously.
You shuffle your legs nervously and jump to your feet.
The depressed stone-faced male elf smiles.
The depressed stone-faced male elf introduces himself as:
Mordor, the laughing mask.
The drunken male freme introduces himself as:
Shiny.
The blue eyed male freme introduces himself as:
Tuek.
You say in xyllic: Greetings, dark one...
You emote: Gelfling turns slightly pale.
You introduce yourself as:
Gelfling Uram-Ihsayabok, young cleric of Rokoon, pupil of Kopeister.
The blue eyed male freme nods solemnly.
Mordor lowers his head down to the floor and smiles friendly.
Mordor sings in xyllic: so u are gelfling.....
// emote slowly walks around #mordor#, intently looking at #him.mordor#.
You emote: Gelfling slowly walks around Mordor, intently looking at him.
Mordor sings in xyllic: u like your teacher?
Mordor looks at the mirror.
You say in xyllic: certainly...
Mordor buys a ration.
Mordor eats a ration.
You say in xyllic: should I not?
Mordor sings in xyllic: hmm,...of course u should :-)
You emote: Gelfling sips on his glass of milk.
Mordor sings in xyllic: but keep your eyes open, and see that u can learn
much more, than one teacher is able to show you....
You frown. Is something wrong?
Mordor hums a mystic melody.
You say in xyllic: He is certainly not the only teacher I have... but I won't
pick people like you to learn from them...
Mordor is a depressed stone-faced male elf, presenting himself as:
Mordor, male elf.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left
hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is very tall and skinny for an elf.
He looks coarse.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wielding a dagger.
He is wearing blood-covered black death-mask, a bloody heart-chain, two
diamond rings, a long coat of mail, a metal target shield and a pair of
green elven boots.
Mordor sings in xyllic: you are priest,.......what did you learn about
religions before becoming a follower of rokoon.....
Mordor sings in xyllic: people like me?
Mordor sings in xyllic: what do you mean with that?
You smirk slightly.
// emote points at #mordor's# death-mask.
You emote: Gelfling points at Mordor's death-mask.
Mordor smiles.
You say in xyllic: people wearing such stuff like that...
You emote: Gelfling curls his upper lip in disgust.
Mordor sings in xyllic: i have my reasons to wear a mask....
Mordor sings in xyllic: you know why they call me laughing mask?
You say in xyllic: Really? Are you that ugly, or do you have other reasons to
hide your face?
Mordor sings in xyllic: oh ugly is the wrong word,.......as i was
child........
Mordor sings in xyllic: my parents died early cause of an illness,...some
travellers took me away,.....
Mordor sings in xyllic: they played on the market places for some lousy
coins....
Mordor sings in xyllic: i was their attraction......
You emote: Gelfling listens to Mordor.
Mordor sings in xyllic: they slid my mouth up til the ears.....
You gulp nervously.
Mordor sings in xyllic: and so i always look as laughing........
Mordor sings in xyllic: funny for the drunken scum running around in the
cities......
You say in xyllic: not very nice indeed... who where those brutes?
Mordor sings in xyllic: and if i got angry or sorrowfully,...my face even
turns more ridiculous....
You emote: Gelfling sadly looks at Mordor.
Mordor sings in xyllic: never found them again,....well...it was brute, but
they were poor guys, too.....after that long time, i am not angry anymore....
You nod understandingly.
Mordor sings in xyllic: perhaps i would starved if they didnt take me with
them.....
Mordor sings in xyllic: so.....wearing a mask,....is not necessary something
which makes me to 'such a guy' u couldnt learn from....
Mordor bows slowly.
You say in xyllic: well... the mask might not be the reason, but the god you
are worshiping, that is a reason indeed.
Mordor sings in xyllic: sure.......but how much do you know about my
god,....to think like that.....
You say in xyllic: My parents have been sacrificed to him... without their
consent, of course.
You frown. Is something wrong?
You say in xyllic: and I happened to find their corpses.
Mordor sings in xyllic: well,....in the world you live in.....dieing is
something bad and cruel...but....
Mordor sings in xyllic: if somebody is worth to be sacrificed, it is an
honour for him,...and their souls....
Mordor sings in xyllic: will have had mor joy after their dead than u ever
can imagine...
You frown sadly. Is something wrong?
Mordor sings in xyllic: for me a sacrifice is no murder....
Mordor sings in xyllic: its more like showing people the right way......
You say in xyllic: I don't believe that you can understand the sufferings of
your victims.
Mordor goes hmmmm.
Mordor sings in xyllic: do they really suffer?
You say in xyllic: You should have seen the corpses...
Mordor sings in xyllic: and if they do,.....isnt it only because of their own
faults?
You emote: Gelfling looks away and viciously tries to fight back his tears.
Mordor sings in xyllic: you call yourself good?
You say in xyllic: at least I try to be good... and I do not kill without
need.
Mordor sings in xyllic: oh,....thats not different with me.....
You emote: Gelfling angrily looks at Mordor.
Mordor sings in xyllic: and i found more honour and real friendship at the
'so called evil'
Mordor carefully folds up his sleeve while he speaks some words in a language
that does not seem to be made for his tongue. He closes his fist tightly and
you see the blood pulse in his veins. With a swift cut of his dagger he opens
a long gash in his wrist.
You say in xyllic: really? hm, I see, you only kill when your god needs
another bit of pleasure!
// The worst of all Huitzi miracles is the mega-scrollllllllll-miracle ;)
As you watch in horror, the deep gash slowly starts to fill with red drops of
ruby-like intensity. Little droplets meld into a trickle that seems to caress
the skin as it yields to the pull of gravity. The red perfect globes tumble
through the air towards the ground, spinning ever so slowly and breaking the
light in a myriad of sparkles during their eerie dance. While you watch in
dreamlike fascination, the wound starts to close again when the first drop of
blood splatters on the floor. The earth itself seems to recoil from the
contact in fear and you hear a slight hissing sound.
Moments later, though, the atmosphere in the room changes. A little puddle of
blood has formed on the ground and you feel more than you see, how the earth
now greedily consumes the nourishment it has been given. Within moments all
the liquid has seeped into little cracks that you did not notice existed
before and the ground emanates a healthy red glow.
// I watch the show and - scream!
Arrrrrrrrrgh!
Mordor looks at you questioningly
You emote: Gelfling stumbles backwards.
You emote: Gelfling turns pale.
Mordor looks at you.
Mordor gets a first aid pack out of his pockets.....
// Cute! ;-)
You say in xyllic: W-w-what was this? are you trying to impress me with that
show?
You gulp nervously.
You emote: Gelfling wipes some cold sweat off his forehead.
Mordor sings in xyllic: you just saw a little bit of the power and glory u
can hardly imagine.....
You say in xyllic: Glory? That was simply disgusting!
You shiver.
Mordor goes hmmmm.
Mordor sings in xyllic: i see that your usual companionship has made your
mind narrow and small......
Mordor sings in xyllic: i just give u the hint to look a bit more around in
the world....
Mordor sings in xyllic: and then u will see, that your god is,...hmm a small
one in compare to others....
You say in xyllic: I've had enough of that kind of looks, thank you...
You frown. Is something wrong?
Mordor sings in xyllic: hmm u sure?
Mordor sings in xyllic: if i look at you,.....only 3 scars......small
sceptre.....
Mordor chuckles politely.
You say in xyllic: quite... who would want to see anything like that, except
someone totally rottened...
Mordor goes hmmmm.
Mordor sings in xyllic: oh rottened, nice word.....
// I look at my sceptre.
This is a holy sceptre of Rokoon.
It's made of dark wood and covered with fine silver ornaments.
A silver falcon with wide spread wings sits on top of the staff.
You say in xyllic: yes, my sceptre is small... small and beautiful. And I'm
young, shure. But what does that tell you?
You emote: Gelfling peers at Mordor.
Mordor sings in xyllic: a lot.....as i was as young as you,...i would never
have joined a guild.....because i travelled around and learn very much...
Mordor sings in xyllic: but u not only choosed a profession,....u choosed
such a guild,......
Mordor sings in xyllic: of course your brain is not able to be build up, if
you run from sermon to sermon in your young ages....
You say in xyllic: Well... I was an orphan. I searched peace for my soul, and
I found it in the loving arms of the Rokoonian community.
You say in xyllic: they are my family now.
Mordor sings in xyllic: nice family :-)
Mordor giggles happily.
You say in xyllic: and you should remember that it was a Priest of
Huitzilopochtli who was guilty of this fact.
Mordor sings in xyllic: perhaps it was me?
Mordor grins maniacally.
Mordor takes a chain around
his neck into his hand. As you look at it you recognize ... no it can`t
... there are bloody hearts on the chain, some are even still beating!
You say in xyllic: No, he was a human with blond hair.
You say in xyllic: I hardly remember his face... I have only seen it that one
night... and only for a short moment.
Mordor nods solemnly.
You emote: Gelfling stares into the void.
Mordor sings in xyllic: arent u interested in power? at least a bit?
You say in xyllic: I'd like to ask him why he has done that to my parents...
You say in xyllic: Power? No.
You say in xyllic: all I want is peace.
Mordor goes hmmmm.
Mordor sings in xyllic: peace,.....that sounds a bit simple-mined, isnt it?
You say in xyllic: I whish it was that simple.
You say in xyllic: Can you imagine that I could not sleep a single night
without waking up from horrible nightmares, before I found Rokoon?
Mordor sings in xyllic: isnt it that simple? explain me that....
Mordor sings in xyllic: no i cant imagine,......
You whisper in xyllic: and sometimes those nightmares return even nowadays.
You whisper in xyllic: Then I'm a child again, on a cold autumn morning, in
front of our burning home.
Mordor sings in xyllic: really? hmm....
Mordor sings in xyllic: but if your god cant help you with that,...is he
really the right one? as huitzi u would never have nightmares...
You say in xyllic: YOU want to help me? What's your solution for it? Perhaps:
Dead gnomes don't have bad dreams?
You frown. Is something wrong?
You say in xyllic: or do you want me to get used to the view, by killing
other people myself?
You emote: Gelfling seriously looks at Mordor.
Mordor sings in xyllic: hmm.... i could try to help you, but.....i fear the
low mental state you is not allowing you to understand me yet....
You say in xyllic: meaning, I'm a gnomic moron, yes?
Mordor nods silently.
Mordor carefully folds up his sleeve while he speaks some words in a language
that does not seem to be made for his tongue. He closes his fist tightly and
you see the blood pulse in his veins. With a swift cut of his dagger he opens
a long gash in his wrist.
You emote: Gelfling turns pale again.
Mordor looks at you.
You say in xyllic: I think I've now had enough of your insults...
// Don't want to wait for the next show, feeling sick enough by now.
You try to rush *?* times north.
Your boots accelerate to hyperspeed.
// somewhere else...
You slow down from hyperspeed and stop.
You hum a mystic melody to your deity.
Suddenly some winds gather into a shimmering whirlwind.
You establish a portal.
You are inside the dust devil in the eye of the maelstrom. The noise of
the storm prevents any sounds from coming in or out. It is a miracle
provided for traveling means of Rokoon's priests. There is a shimmering
exit through which you can leave the portal again, if you do not want to
travel with it.
// PHEW! Out of his reach at last!
// Later, in Padorn, I write a letter to Kopeister:
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| | Padorn, the 1. day ( a Knifeday ) in the month of the raven, |
| | 259 years after the big fire of Padorn |
| | |
\_/| My dear mentor! |
| Today in the very early morning I had an unexpected meeting with |
| one of those rottened ones who call themselves Priests of |
| Huitzilopochtli. I am very confused about the things I have |
| seen, and I fear that the visions the huitzi brought on me might |
| have endangered my soul, or that Rokoon might be angry because |
| I watched the huitzi and listened to his words... I feel very |
| miserable now, as if something was wrong with me. |
| |
| The huitzi was a male depressed stone-faced elf who was wearing |
| an ugly, bloody mask and a bloody heart-chain. He called himself |
| "Mordor" and busted with his "great power". He tried to tempt |
| me, and he spillt his own blood before my very eyes, slashing |
| his own wrist while he grinned like a maniac. When he opened his |
| wrist for the second time, I bolted for the door, ran away as |
| fast as I could, and portaled back to Padorn. |
| |
| About half an hour later, Morion and me had a sermon. I chanted, |
| and I felt that Rokoon listened to my requests, just as usual. |
| But when I examined my inner feelings after the sermon, I found |
| that there was not much faith in Rokoon, and I fell into a deep |
| depression. What has happened to me? Please help me, tell me |
| what I can do about this. I know I have made a mistake. I should |
| not have listened to the hutzel - I should have run away. But I |
| was alone, and nobody was there I could have told about it, |
| nobody to be asked. And I have to admit that I stayed because I |
| was curious. Curious and careless. |
| |
| Punish me, if this was a sin, but please do not leave me alone |
| and don't send me away. I'm horrified and full of fear. |
| |
| yours sincerely, |
| Gelfling |
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