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Pagan hums a mystic melody. Norima looks at the large backpack. The black-haired red-eyed male elf skips out east. Arandil sings in xyllic: because you will no longer have to walk robed and hooded, you can walk in the sunlight Kayle arrives. The massive exciting male elf looks at the depressed big male human. Kayle leaves west. Quevven dances in. Quevven skips out east. Some chatting and laughing women are passing by. A weathered young male human arrives. An exciting very old male human arrives. The depressed big male human smirks. Pagan says in xyllic: As you see, I can enjoy the sunlight sometimes. The weathered young male human leaves east. The depressed big male human grins. The depressed big male human looks at Arandil. Quevven dances in. Norima says to Pagan in xyllic: As i said to you, Pagan. Without the robe, you can walk through the streets. Elebor dances in. A chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature arrives. The exciting very old male human leaves east. Arandil sings in xyllic: sometimes Elebor looks at Pagan. The massive exciting male elf skips out west. Quevven smiles and greets you! The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature greets Quevven. The depressed big male human concentrates on his necklace, it glows radiantly. Elebor looks at the depressed big male human. The blond-haired blue-eyed male elf greets Quevven. Pagan says in xyllic: Anyway, I don't want to get my skinned burned. You greet Quevven. How friendly! Norima nods firmly to Pagan. An exciting very old male human arrives. The exciting very old male human leaves west. Pagan smirks. Quevven looks at Pagan. Pagan is a chestnut-haired knobnosed male human, presenting himself as: Pagan, male human. He has scars on his left leg, left arm, right arm, left hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek. He is short and plump for a human. He looks coarse. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. He is wielding a maquahuitl. He is wearing a blood-red robe, a bloody heart-chain, a diamond ring, a forest green cloak, a pair of green elven boots and a silver ring. You guess he is wearing nothing additionally. The blond-haired blue-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: why do you do it to others then A weathered young male human arrives. The weathered young male human leaves west. Norima says to Pagan in xyllic: will not say no, if you want to leave, Pagan. The blond-haired blue-eyed male elf nods solemnly. Elebor sings in xyllic: so here we meet again, priest Pagan says in xyllic: Hi Elebor, my friend! Pagan smiles at Elebor. Elebor laughs wryly. The depressed big male human snickers. Norima smirks. Elebor sings in xyllic: you were running fast last time Quevven slightly raises his eyebrow. Elebor sings in xyllic: friend Pagan Elebor grins evilly. Pagan says in xyllic: And thanks for the help with the natives. Elebor laughs. Pagan hugs Elebor. The depressed big male human looks at the blond-haired blue-eyed male elf. Norima sings in xyllic: Well. Humour. Elebor slaps Pagan. Dawn has brightened the land. Norima sings in xyllic: PAgan ? Elebor sings in xyllic: don't touch me, priest Pagan says in xyllic: Why do you slap me? You hear the Cathedral Bells chime for 4 O'clock. A massive exciting male elf dances in. The massive exciting male elf skips out east. Pagan says in xyllic: Didn't you drink blood to honour Huitzilopochtli, recently? Quevven looks at the blond-haired blue-eyed male elf. Elebor sings in xyllic: last time I punished you with eclouds, Pagan Elebor sings in xyllic: hope you don't want to feel them again Elebor grins slightly. Elebor takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. A massive exciting male elf dances in. The massive exciting male elf skips out west. You emote: Gelfling listens and smirks slightly. Quevven sings in xyllic: Btw... Elebor looks at you. Elebor smiles warmly at you. Arandil bounces around. Quevven says to Pagan in xyllic: Would you please tell me why you attack young bards! Pagan looks very confused. The depressed big male human says in xyllic: Is this here a trial now? The depressed big male human nudges Pagan. Pagan says in xyllic: Which bards? A yellow-eyed olive-skinned female elf dances in. A disc hovers in. The yellow-eyed olive-skinned female elf skips out west. A disc hovers out. A weathered young male human arrives. The weathered young male human leaves east. Pagan says in xyllic: I don't know, it is always the same when I want to visit Padorn. Quevven says to Pagan in xyllic: You know the day when we had a little talk in Elohim... Elebor sings in xyllic: why a trial, Marcais Elebor grins slightly. Elebor sings in xyllic: just a talk among "friends" Arandil sings in xyllic: love Rokoon and you will visit Padorn freely! Elebor looks at Arandil. A melancholy ivory-skinned female elf dances in. A tiny rat crosses the road and disappears between some houses. A demonic winged neuter creature arrives. // remembering the depressed big male human as marcais Quevven says to Pagan in xyllic: Just before you attacked the orphanage you attack a young bard in Tortoise. Elebor greets the melancholy ivory-skinned female elf. Marcais says in xyllic: Without Rokoon we can visit Padorn as well Pagan says in xyllic: Well, Elebor, I am really disappointed that you forget about our friendship so quickly. The melancholy ivory-skinned female elf silently smiles and greets you! Marcais nods solemnly to the melancholy ivory-skinned female elf. Elebor laughs silently. Norima smiles firmly at the melancholy ivory-skinned female elf. Arandil smiles. The melancholy ivory-skinned female elf looks at Pagan. Melancholy ivory-skinned female elf. Her long silver hair falls past her fragile face, down to her shoulders. She seems to have seen more than she wanted to in her life, and her eyes look sad. She has scars on her right leg, left hand, right hand and left cheek. She is surrounded with a light blue aura. She is normal and lean for an elf. She looks hideous. She is in good shape. She is extremely alert. She is wearing an a deep crimson witchrobe, an a wide red-black cloak with the sign of BHAAL, a crimson wristband, two golden rings, an obsidian skull shaped mask and a ruby amulet. You guess she is wearing nothing additionally. Quevven concentrates on his emerald ring. The ring flashes brightly, then returns to its normal colour. A wizened ancient female human arrives. The wizened ancient female human leaves north. A wizened ancient female human arrives. Elebor sings in xyllic: Pagan, interesting - you stopped your brute force way of getting rid of me, now you're trying the sneaky way The wizened ancient female human leaves east. Elebor laughs silently. Elebor sings in xyllic: you won't manage <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: evening, brethren and sistren. Elebor takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. Norima smiles at Elebor. Norima looks at the large backpack. The melancholy ivory-skinned female elf's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. A wizened ancient female human arrives. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: greetings Cestus Pagan says in xyllic: Why should I try to get rid of you? Pagan says in xyllic: I like you, really! Quevven sings to Pagan in xyllic: I demand an answer...are the bards on your hunting list now, too? <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: there is a congregation one east of Eladan Marcais says to the melancholy ivory-skinned female elf in xyllic: Just wanted to walk to my bank...now I really enjoy this here Elebor's eyebrows rise slightly, as he weaves some symbols with his hands in the air. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: Pagan and Marcais are here Elebor takes a deep breath and looks concentrated, while he performs some gestures with his hands. A massive exciting male elf dances in. Pagan says in xyllic: Depends. Elebor's fingers move quickly through the air. The wizened ancient female human withdraws into the shadows, hoping not to be noticed. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: and a few satai and mages Elebor makes a magical gesture. Elebor draws a circle into the air with his hands, while he begins to mumble some arcane words. Quevven is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Elebor raises his arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Pagan says in xyllic: I seldomly hunt bards and only those who attack me or our guild. Norima is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: and about what? Elebor raises his arms and a shower of tiny, faintly shimmering stars follows his hands. <Priests of Rokoon> Gelfling: Hi, Cestus... we are having a talk with Pagan right now... but not a fight. The massive exciting male elf sings in xyllic: elebor can you recharge my wand? Elebor makes a magical gesture. Pagan looks at the massive exciting male elf. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: my brother Gelfling curved my temper luckily, I would have been dead, my brother was slain by them a while ago Norima says to Elebor in xyllic: thank you, always appreciated. Quevven says to Pagan in xyllic: Well, this bard didn't do anything except sitting around and resting a bit... Marcais looks at the massive exciting male elf. A weathered young male human arrives. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: I saw a robed and hooded human and warned the satai The melancholy ivory-skinned female elf takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. Pagan says in xyllic: Maybe he attacked me some time ago. Quevven concentrates on his emerald ring. The ring flashes brightly, then returns to its normal colour. Norima sings in xyllic: Well, i think no need to make a meeting that crowded here.