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Marcais whispers something to Pagan. Elebor invites you to join his team. Vega seems to be slightly unaware of her surroundings for a moment. Margali says in xyllic: that is because some things are very personal, Pagan Faramis says in xyllic: what did you actually feel, Pagan? The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: whereto, Elebor? Elebor's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: I just wonder why them Hutzels seem to team with Bhaals belivers.. at keast those two evil deities are enemies! Margali closes her eyes and you see the crystal on her psionic circlet flashing. You say to Pagan in xyllic: One day your soul will be saved - by the love of Rokoon! <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: yes, I think we bettter leave, though it doesn't look likely at this stage that there will be fighting Elebor sings in xyllic: just in any case Elebor grins slightly. Vega shivers playfully. Marcais hides a grin. Margali rolls her eyes in exasperation. // Dragging Arandil back to the Temple <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: well, they didn't team, Marcais is an Asgother You are inside a chapel of Rokoon. At the walls there are some pictures and through a colorful window a beam of light just reaches the huge statue of a falcon in one corner. All over the room you can see burning candles and some benches invite everyone to take a rest and chant a prayer to Rokoon. In the middle of this room you can see a huge altar made of dark stone. Next to the door is a plaque. There is one obvious exit: east. A dark altar. Arandil dances in. You force Arandil to leave your team. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: the bhaal beleivers came with the other mages and don't take either side it seems Arandil skips out east. <Priests of Rokoon> Gelfling: Hm... the last one who killed me was an Asgoth follower who was ally of the huitzis.... <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: was it Marcais? <Priests of Rokoon> Gelfling: Nope... Teejay. <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: he's a large, depressed looking man, hateful <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: oh You unwield the small holy sceptre of Rokoon. You kneel down at the altar. You sit down to rest a while. Your shortdescription is now: Gelfling kneels near the altar (praying). You wield the small holy sceptre of Rokoon in your right hand. You kneel down and thrust your small holy sceptre of Rokoon into the ground. You spread your arms and await Rokoons answer. You hear a falcon crying outside. Satisfied you get up and collect your stuff. You feel that Rokoon has heard your requests. You shuffle your legs nervously and jump to your feet. You guess that it is around the 7. hour of this day ! <Priests of Rokoon> Arandil: farewell for now clerics <Priests of Rokoon> Gelfling: Bye, arandil! <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: good bye, Arandil. // BTW, wanna see famous Gelfling's stats? Here they are :) _______________________________/ XYLLOMER \____________________________________ Player: Gelfling Guild: Priests of Rokoon Email : Age : 10 days 4 hours 23 minutes 4 s _______________________________________________________________________________ EXPERIENCE You have made insignificant progress since last you checked. You are journeyman. You are close to advancing to professional. _______________________________________________________________________________ STATS You are a tough, acrobatic, well built, brilliant, wise and courageous green-eyed friendly male gnome. Prefs set to STR: 5, DEX: 20, CON: 10, INT: 12, WIS: 12, DIS: 18 Your ratio of experience added to exp skill is 10 % now. You are capable of carrying 58% more than your current inventory. Your fitness condition is perfect. You believe that you are saintly. You believe in Rokoon. _______________________________________________________________________________ // Rushing back to the market place. The eastern part of the market place. The Main Road passes through the middle of the market, towards the west and the east. Red paving stones make up the market place, worn down by many years of travel. To the northwest, you see the cathedral, whilst in the northeast, you see Terences' General Store - 'Suppliers to Adventurers' There are five obvious exits: east, north, south, southwest, west. Elebor with a stone barrier to protect himself, Faramis, Margali is resting here, Pagan, Quevven, Vega, a chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature with a stone barrier to protect itself, a clean shaven green-eyed male elf, a demonic winged neuter creature and a red-haired green-eyed female elf. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf laughs at Faramis. Quevven skips out west. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf looks at you. Margali looks at the red-haired green-eyed female elf. Pagan says in xyllic: Why not? It is better for them. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf looks at Vega. Margali smiles at Pagan. Margali says in xyllic: so you keep saying The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: that did not convince me. Margali says in xyllic: still doesn't ring any truer to me than before Pagan says in xyllic: But I guess it is senseless. Those falconmen already brainwashed your mind. Pagan smiles sadly. Margali shakes her head at Pagan. Margali says in xyllic: I say the same to them Margali shrugs slightly. The barrier around Elebor vanishes. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: no god speaks the truth, only tschekals do. Faramis says in xyllic: anyways.. i will have a drink in the pub now.. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf smiles. Margali throws her head back and cackles gleefully! The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature raises its arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. The red-haired green-eyed female elf laughs. Quevven dances in. Margali tickles the clean shaven green-eyed male elf. Vega laughs. Faramis licks his lips thirstily. Elebor is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. Vega throws her head back and cackles gleefully! The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature whispers something to Elebor. The red-haired green-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: sorry thorsal <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: I just located Rassgarma! The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature performs some gestures with its hands. Pagan says in xyllic: Yeah, and your brain is in your swordarm. I know. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf giggles happily. Elebor's fingers move quickly through the air. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature makes a magical gesture. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf nods solemnly. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature whispers something to Elebor. <Priests of Rokoon> Gelfling: where? The red-haired green-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: but this was a joke wasn t it ? The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature's fingers move quickly through the air while it seems to concentrate on something. Vega grins evilly. The barrier around The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature vanishes. Elebor lifts his hand and a magic food ration appears. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature whispers something to Elebor. <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: in the Blacksmith of Woononga Faramis waves happily in your direction. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature raises its arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. Pagan smiles ironically. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature is suddenly surrounded with a light blue aura. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature whispers something to Elebor. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature quickly moves its hands, creating a glowing pattern in the air. Elebor performs some gestures with his hands. Faramis leaves west. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: better than noticing it flying through the air, Pagan. A gray-eyed melancholy male elf dances in. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf smirks. The gray-eyed melancholy male elf skips out west. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature makes a magical gesture. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature whispers something to Elebor. Elebor lifts his hand and a magic food ration appears. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature takes a deep breath and looks concentrated, while it performs some gestures with its hands. Elebor takes a deep breath and looks concentrated. The chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature whispers something to Elebor. Elebor raises his arms and a shower of tiny, faintly shimmering stars follows his hands. Pagan looks at the clean shaven green-eyed male elf. A yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human arrives. The yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human leaves east. <Priests of Rokoon> Gelfling: Hm... only the two of us - that's few! // You don't dream that I might join the expedition, won't you? Elebor lifts his hand and a magic food ration appears. Margali smiles. A group of bawling men are passing by. A yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human arrives. Pagan says in xyllic: Hmm, I remember you running very fast. The yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human says in xyllic: Wow! Elebor eats three magic rations. Pagan grins evilly at the clean shaven green-eyed male elf. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: yes, i had no armours with me. i just came from Elohim The yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human says in xyllic: Who goat you guys mad thith time? // Rushing to the Padorn Inn, getting a bottle of beer for Pagan. <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: well, who cares. I'll get her order beer // OK... you go out, I'll stay in Padorn *phew!* A falcon swoops down on you. It lands at your feet and transforms into a fierce warrior. He starts to speak with a thundering voice: I shall tell you from Morion: There will be a sermon at 10 o'clock in Rokoon's temple of Padorn. It is 8 o'clock now! after delivering his message he transforms again into a falcon and flies away. <Priests of Rokoon> Cestus: She's in the Necro guild now. // And back in the market again... The eastern part of the market place. The Main Road passes through the middle of the market, towards the west and the east. Red paving stones make up the market place, worn down by many years of travel. To the northwest, you see the cathedral, whilst in the northeast, you see Terences' General Store - 'Suppliers to Adventurers' There are five obvious exits: east, north, south, southwest, west. Elebor with a stone barrier to protect himself, Margali is resting here, Pagan, Quevven, Vega, a chicken-like thin-legged neuter creature with a stone barrier to protect itself, a clean shaven green-eyed male elf, a demonic winged neuter creature, a red-haired green-eyed female elf and a yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human. The yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human smirks. Elebor lifts his hand and his water is refilled magically. The red-haired green-eyed female elf looks at you. The yellow-eyed blond-bearded male human says in xyllic: Where are you guys going? Pagan says in xyllic: So you want to give it a try in the arena? The red-haired green-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: somehow it looks like a big party here Quevven concentrates on his emerald ring. The ring flashes brightly, then returns to its normal colour. Vega's fingers move quickly through the air while she seems to concentrate on something. The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: Arenas are for puny ones. Elebor drinks from a waterskin (0l). You say in xyllic: Party? A dry one, that is... The clean shaven green-eyed male elf sings in xyllic: or for training