Author: Mansa
Title: Luir's Outpost Auction & Arena Event [Part 1]
Date: 2009-10-26 15:41:54
Type: Logs
Synopsis: In 2004, there was a Recommended Playing Time to play Armageddon, and the event was an Arena Game and Auction in Luir's Outpost. Agent Oseres Kadius, always a party whereever he goes, shows up for fun and to make some deals with House Kurac. This is a -long- log, and is rather raw, but it shows what sort of things happen during a busy event.
Title: Luir's Outpost Auction & Arena Event [Part 1]
Date: 2009-10-26 15:41:54
Type: Logs
Synopsis: In 2004, there was a Recommended Playing Time to play Armageddon, and the event was an Arena Game and Auction in Luir's Outpost. Agent Oseres Kadius, always a party whereever he goes, shows up for fun and to make some deals with House Kurac. This is a -long- log, and is rather raw, but it shows what sort of things happen during a busy event.
>look
The Higher Tier Stands [E]
These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
visible to the east. While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
the stands are wooden. Rows of benches fill the lower section of this area
of the stands, with cleared areas for hawkers and those taking and making
bets. A gracefully canopied section against the uppermost row of the stands
has properly cushioned chairs and is obviously set apart for those of some
standing.
A terrace staircase opens up to the east and leads out of the seating
area and the view below is of the red-stained sands of the fighting pit
itself.
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
Lined up with the best view of the stage is a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
The trim, amber-locked woman is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands by a figure in a leather duster.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here, looking a bit winded.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
>l tables
At 1) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
the trim, amber-locked woman, and a few empty seats.
At 2) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
the effeminate, pompadoured man, and a few empty seats.
At 3) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
a few empty seats.
>l e
To the east is the Terrace Overlooking the Fighting Pit.
[Far]
The callous, thorn-inked man is standing here.
The pale, vermillion-eyed man is standing here.
The horribly thin young woman is standing here.
The thick, war-braided young man is standing here.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man sits here, smelling strongly of spice.
The slender, raven-haired man is standing here.
The ruddy-hued brown-haired woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The horribly scarred, blind man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The huge figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak sits quietly on a bench, atching the crowd.
The tall male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap is sitting on a long wooden ench.
The tall figure in a dusty set of hooded, shadow-grey robes sits in a bench here.
The small, tanned dwarf sits in the center of the first row of benches.
The blue-eyed dwarven woman oversees the stands here.
[Near]
The tall, willowy woman is standing here.
The tall, spindly man is standing here.
The aquiline, blond man stands sentry here, his blue eyes watchful.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf is standing here.
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
The gargantuan, blonde-haired man is standing here.
The rugged, dusty-blonde haired man is standing here.
The ragged-maned half-giant is standing here.
The wiry, war-braided young man is standing here.
The weathered young man is standing here.
The tattooed female dwarf is standing here.
The plaited, emerald-eyed woman is standing here.
The small-headed, dark gray dwarf is standing here.
The young gangling man is standing here.
The decrepit-looking, worn dwarf is standing here.
The lithe, brown-haired young man is standing here.
The buxom, red-haired woman is standing here.
The slight, blonde-haired man is standing here.
The whipcord thin man stands here, eyes narrowed.
The fire-haired, ruby-eyed man stands near the railing to the pit.
The rugged, goateed man is standing here.
The runic, blood-toned half-giant is here, looking extremely tense and wild eyed.
The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf is standing here.
The burly, cobalt-skinned dwarf is standing here.
An obese, beady-eyed man moves around, hawking items from a tray of food.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll probley be out of the match first round."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You're entering?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I guess it wouldnt hurt for maybe a round."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred coins per entry, one thousand per team of two."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll also need names, either stage or real."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"And I should pay you, sir?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Barvel and my self sir"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"For five hundred coins?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You and barvel?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes sir, as a team"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Is that how much it costs to register?"
The trim, amber-locked woman lowers the hood of a sleek, crimson leather duster.
The trim, amber-locked woman tugs down her hood, her features set into hard lines as she gazes down into the fighting pit.
>l fianna
A thick mane of dark amber hair falls past this human woman's shouldersin waves, save for her bangs which are trimmed in spiky chunks to frame theperidot-hued orbs of her glittering eyes. A feral, yellow-green in color,they peer past the long veils of her golden lashes above the refinedcrescents of her cheekbones. A sensuously full mouth resides beneath theaquiline ridge of her nose, shadowed lightly by the slight flare of hernostrils. Accenting the otherwise feminine features of her face with astrong, square line is a stubbornly-set jaw that leads down to her tonedneck and shoulders. Beneath the covering of her tawny-gold skin, her petiteframe is shaped with a layer of toned muscle, giving her small body a solidbut graceful appearance.
The trim, amber-locked woman is in excellent condition.
The trim, amber-locked woman is using:
an earring of glittering black glass
an earring of glittering black glass
a bejeweled, black leather choker
a black silk shoulder bag
a grey leather pauldron
a grey leather pauldron
a twisting, jade serpent
a silvery woven, black silk wrap
a chunky, topaz-set bone ring
a jet-inlaid marble signet ring
a sleek, crimson leather duster
a pair of tightly-stitched scarlet leather pants
an onyx serpentine anklet
a silvery woven, black silk wrap
a pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stares down towards the pit.
Down in the pit someone opens the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The largest of a pack of wild gortok, a beast with feral red eyes turns toward the southern doorway, eyeing a wild-eyed mul.
Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul is shoved roughly onto the sands.
Down in the pit someone closes the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul moves back to back with the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban, staring at the pack of gortoks.
Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok circles toward a wild-eyed mul's shout, each beast crouching low and baring its teeth.
>emote slides down along ~bench, crossing an aisle, and over to %fianna bench
The effeminate, pompadoured man slides down along a cloth-padded wooden bench, crossing an aisle, and over to the trim, amber-locked woman's bench.
>sit with fianna
[Standing first]
You sit down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at you.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stares down at you, his hand dropping to your shoulder.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hmm, teams of two..."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I wish to sign up."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"One or two."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"never mind, I need to save my coins"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Stand together"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, no teams of three like the last one?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"aye"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Not unless there is enough interest."
>talk (flashing a grin towards ~fianna) Hey love.
At your seat, you say in cavilish, flashing a grin towards the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Hey love."
Lifting a black eyebrow, the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak asks you, in sirihish:
"Yeh there. Th'Advisor tell yeh ya could sit wi' 'er?"
Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul moves forward, slashing out at the lead gortok.
Down in the pit Suddenly, as if on-signal, a pack of wild gortok lunge.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's leg, connecting hard.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban heroically joins a wild-eyed mul's fight!
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban pierces at a pack of wild gortok's body, nicking him.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok on his arm, wounding him.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban tries to kick a pack of wild gortok in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok on his leg, wounding him.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"See you dfown in the ring sarg, good luck."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yeh and meh eh? or yeh want teh do singles?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Indeed, this shall be legendary."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"How about both?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Stand fast!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You and me then?"
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit One of a pack of wild gortok snaps onto a wild-eyed mul's arm, but is easily thrown aside.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's hand, connecting hard.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok lightly hits a wild-eyed mul's foot.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges a wild-eyed mul's slashes.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok solidly hits a wild-eyed mul's wrist.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"'kay."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll register."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yeh teamin' up wit one o' yer 'Bynners?"
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban pierces at a pack of wild gortok's leg, nicking him.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul viciously slashes a pack of wild gortok on his waist.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's hand, connecting hard.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok avoids being bashed by a wild-eyed mul, who loses his balance and falls.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
The tall, spindly man has arrived from the east.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf has arrived from the east.
The aquiline, blond man has arrived from the east.
The tall, willowy woman has arrived from the east.
>say (turning around, glacing about the bunch of orange-cloaked figures) Who said that?
Turning around, glacing about the bunch of orange-cloaked figures, you ask, in cavilish:
"Who said that?"
The trim, amber-locked woman lifts a small, golden hand, making a subtle waving gesture.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at you as he shifts his dark gaze away from the pit.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak dips his head to the trim, amber-locked woman and steps back, retaking his protective position at her back.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's leg, connecting hard.
Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok begins, as a unit, to back away from a wild-eyed mul and the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul gets up and stands to his feet.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul on his leg, wounding him.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws a wild-eyed mul on his body.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok brutally claws a wild-eyed mul on his body.
Down in the pit a thick obsidian longsword clatters to the ground as a wild-eyed mul releases it.
Down in the pit an used large round shield clatters to the ground as a wild-eyed mul releases it.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul crumples to the ground.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her body.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok brutally claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her arm.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her body.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban cries out in pain.
You hear someone cry out in the distance.
Down in the pit a barb-headed, wooden longspear clatters to the ground as the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban releases it.
Down in the pit a wickedly barbed net clatters to the ground as the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban releases it.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban crumples to the ground.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf follows along the tall, spindly man, tring hard not to look into the pit.
Leaning over the rail, the tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
"That -had- to hurt!"
Down in the pit Half of a pack of wild gortok begins to tear at a wild-eyed mul as the rest of the creatures round toward a wild-eyed mul.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Your name, either stage or real?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I got it..Thanks though."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"We're all doin' singles."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Sergeant Seron, of the Tenneshi Guard."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck to you, Sergeant. I will call you from the pit when its time."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"How much is it teh enteh both tournaments? A large or five hundred?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I wish to register."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred coins and your name."
The trim, amber-locked woman looks up at the tall, spindly man with a flick of her eyes, their gaze hard and jewel-bright.
>eq
You are using:
a large black and white hat
a smooth bone eyebrow ring
a black silk collar, clasped with an ivory brooch
a small, wooden whistle
a black silk shoulder bag
a bloodied tight black silk shirt
a pair of blue and purple armbands
a black silk wrist-wrap
a black silk wrist-wrap
a pair of black silk gloves
a leather-wrapped glass flask
an amethyst-set black bone ring
a bone ring
a ruby-set black bone ring
an embossed, silver signet ring
a broad, obsidian-buttoned black silk belt
a black hooded silk greatcloak
a svelte, black spice-kit
a pair of tight black silk pants
a deep black silk bandana
a deep black silk bandana
a pair of high, polished black leather boots
>talk (looking back to ~fianna, offering up ~flask) Drink?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, looking back to the trim, amber-locked woman, offering up your leather-wrapped glass flask:
"Drink?"
>i
You are carrying:
187 obsidian pieces
an irrig lamp
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her voice a quiet hiss:
"No thank you."
The tall, spindly man winks to the trim, amber-locked woman.
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"The Byn is here when ye can get to us, Qeric-da."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I am Joshua Klestion....the wanderer."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"'Dat was meh plan.. buh seein' yeh beh givin' meh cause tah ask yeh."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck to you, I will call you when its time."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next!"
Down in the pit Half of a pack of wild gortok begins to lose interest in the body of a wild-eyed mul, rounding to the body of a dusty elf.
>emote twists the cap back on ~flask, putting it away
The effeminate, pompadoured man twists the cap back on your leather-wrapped glass flask, putting it away.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Many thanks."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I wish teh register."
>rem flask
You stop using a leather-wrapped glass flask.
>open bag
Ok.
>put flask bag
You put a leather-wrapped glass flask inside a black silk shoulder bag.
>close bag
Ok.
Handlers rush in below, surrounding the pack with long spears as they herd them south.
Down in the pit someone opens the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok growl and snap at the handlers, eventually being herded away.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok runs south.
Down in the pit someone closes the doors from the other side.
A crew moves in, dragging the bodies and gear from the blood stained sands below.
The tall, spindly man walks east.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf walks east.
The aquiline, blond man walks east.
The tall, willowy woman walks east.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"If I want teh enteh both, I have teh pay how much?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I give ya coins?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, alright."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and your name again. I'm afriad I've forgotten it this day."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Guess ah'll beh seein' yeh on deh battlefield, eh?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hmm..Little Giant...Dat is meh name"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Ah ain't doubtin' yeh gonna beh 'dere."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I have your name and coin already, Regular."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, been too long since we locked blades."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"And he is my partner in the teams match"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"South and then east."
>open kit
Ok.
>l in kit
In a svelte, black spice-kit (used) :
a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box
a booklet of rolling papers
a pinch of black, viscous spice
a dragon-carved, ivory dagger
>talk (to ~fianna) Smoke?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Smoke?"
The trim, amber-locked woman's hands fall to ball the leather of her duster beneath them.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Your name and coin?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hiroshi."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"The singles and team are seperate. Each will be five hundred if you wish to enter both."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Ok...Deh Singles den."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"We have there enterin' the singles competition, Veric-da."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'd like to register"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her gaze flitting sidelong toward you:
"Tho'?"
>nod fianna
You nod to her.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, nodding quietly:
"Yes, please."
>talk (with a grin) From my brick you haven't had time to see.
At your seat, you say in cavilish, with a grin:
"From my brick you haven't had time to see."
>take booklet kit
You get a booklet of rolling papers from a svelte, black spice-kit.
It is very light.
>take pinch kit
You get a pinch of black, viscous spice from a svelte, black spice-kit.
It is very light.
>emote pulls out a piece of paper, then fills it with ~pinch, rolling it
The effeminate, pompadoured man pulls out a piece of paper, then fills it with your pinch of black, viscous spice, rolling it.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, shaking her head quietly:
"I've been very busy."
>make smoke booklet pinch
You carefully roll a pinch of spice with a booklet of rolling papers.
>talk (with a grin) So have I, love.
At your seat, you say in cavilish, with a grin:
"So have I, love."
>put booklet kit
You put a booklet of rolling papers inside a svelte, black spice-kit.
>i
You are carrying:
187 obsidian pieces
a solidly packed tube of spice
an irrig lamp
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"How many for the byn?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Three."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"One moment."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fifteen hundred and the names."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Akasha o' the T'zai Byn."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I know your name, Lieutenant. I meant the other two."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"An' these two can title themselves."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"And why would we want to do that/"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Trooper Lyndra, sir."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Give 'em yer coin an' names, Byn."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Trooper Marook, Byn"
>give smoke fianna
You give a solidly packed tube of spice to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>take box kit
You get a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box from a svelte, black spice-kit.
It is very light.
The trim, amber-locked woman holds a solidly packed tube of spice.
>give box fianna
You give a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>talk Light?
At your seat, you say in cavilish:
"Light?"
The trim, amber-locked woman lifts a small coal from her small, leather-wrapped bone ember box, blowing gently on it to incite it back to a sullen, orange glow.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is gone bathroom.
Bringing the coal to her smoke with the tongs, the trim, amber-locked woman puffs deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs as she hands the coal and box over to you.
The trim, amber-locked woman gives you a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box.
A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
>put box kit
You put a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box inside a svelte, black spice-kit.
>close kit
Ok.
>listen on
You are already listening.
>talk Do you have any Salarri's entering, love?
At your seat, you say in cavilish:
"Do you have any Salarri's entering, love?"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, shrugging lightly, her jaw still set in a hard expression:
"One. We're not here for pleasure."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred coins, please."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes please."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"We wait east until matches are announced?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll call your names, matches are not to the death and there will be a one thousand coin fine for unneeded killing."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Which was is into the pit?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You can wait in the stands and enjoy the matches. Someone will lead you down."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'd like to register."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and a name, please."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Thankee."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I have you down."
>talk (nodding lightly, a tired expression about his face) You need to relax, love. Which one is yours?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, nodding lightly, a tired expression about his face:
"You need to relax, love. Which one is yours?"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, simply:
"The elf."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'd like to register a team and myself for the singles."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Wha' bout 'im?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fifteen hundred and the names then."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You as well."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Grog of the Sun Legion and Altin of Nenyuk."
>l tall
Hard muscle straps over the stalwart form of this man, coiled visibly
beneath the deeply-bronzed covering of his skin. Thin, black dreadlocks
sprout from his scalp to his lower back, and while most are tied away from
his face with a thin braid of grey leather, a few hang into his narrowed,
crystalline-blue eyes. His features are chiseled and planar, with a craggy
brow, high, jutting cheekbones and a beaky nose that bears a slight hook at
its tip. A shadow of dark stubble traces the square line of his jaw,
defining its strong lines. Twined about the thick muscles of his neck is a
detailed tattoo of a serpent, done in simple black lines. The snake rests
in coils that band about the human's throat before climbing on the right
side to his cheek, where the head of the creature opens in a fanged display
of attack.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is in excellent condition.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is using:
a blackened horror-visaged helm
a carved, skull-shaped black onyx stud
an orange-banded, grey chitin gorget
a black-hafted wooden spear
a black epaulette with one grey shield
a black epaulette with one grey shield
a set of tentacle-branded grey leather sleeves
an orange-banded, grey chitin bracer
an orange-banded, grey chitin bracer
a pair of spiked, chitin-backed gauntlets
a blackened basket-hilted rapier
a blackened basket-hilted rapier
an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak
a set of tentacle-branded grey leather leggings
a pair of spike-toed, thigh-high leather boots
The athletic, serpent-tattooed man lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Alright. I'll call your name when its time. Good luck."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Matches are not to the death, there is a one thousand coin fine on accidental death."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Thank you, Veric-da."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"YOu are the solo, correct?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, and a team with Grog."
Down in the pit the scarred, leathery woman opens the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf has arrived from the south.
>l 2.tall
Her body is small but her movements graceful. Dark green eyes peer out
through ebony lashes, a slight tilt to their outer corners. Her skin is
soft and only lightly tanned, lips the deep color of crimson. Silken
midnight blue hair falls in soft waves to her knees, brushing over a slim
waist and gently curved hips. Pointed ears poke out from under the delicate
locks of hair.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is in excellent condition.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is using:
a thick, pale-green cap
a thin, obsidian nose ring
a spiral-carved moonstone earring
a purple and blue feather earring
a gurth shell collar
a slender agafari longbow
a black epaulette with one grey shield
a black epaulette with one grey shield
a glossy, jet-colored shell bracer
a green chitin archery brace
a bloodied pair of fingerless sandcloth gloves
an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak
a pair of dark leather leggings
a purple sandcloth bandana
an onyx serpentine anklet
a pair of knee-high fringed moccasins
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"What's the prize?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fourhundred of the coins from every beaten enemy and some nice gear from our crafters for the overall winners and best combatants."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and your name, please."
Down in the pit Stepping over a few damp spots, the tall, spindly man moves to look up at the stands.
Down in the pit The tall, spindly man nods thoughtfully.
Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf moves in softly behind the tall, spindly man, pulling up her cloak and the hem of her dress from the ground as she walks.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Welcome Guests! "
Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf quirks a faint hint of a grin.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"While the combatants prepare, I would like to begin the Auction!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"A few items of Kurac's finest!"
The trim, amber-locked woman's gaze flicks eastward.
With a lift of a signet-ringed hand, the trim, amber-locked woman brings her solidly packed tube of spice to her lips, inhaling deeply.
A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Do you wish to enter?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You the one I enter with?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, I'd like to register"
Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf nods her head and sets a bag down by the tall, spindly man.
Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf drops a large bag.
Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf walks south.
>talk (speaking softly) You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love. Is there anything I can do?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, speaking softly:
"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love. Is there anything I can do?"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, her gaze sliding back to you, her hand betraying a faint shake, voice momentarily rough from the smoke:
"No. There's nothing that can be done."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I need five hundred coins each and a name to call you by from the pits."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Darani"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck. I'll call you when its time and there is a one thousand coin fine for accidental deaths."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and your name>"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Cadet Issek"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fighting for Salarr as well, correct?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, but solo"
The horribly thin young woman has arrived from the east.
The horribly thin young woman looks about hesistantly.
The horribly thin young woman strolls through the ample crowd over towards you.
>l horribly
You see a thin girl with curly, red hair that appears sparse from lack of
nutrition. Her eyes are inky black and seemingly hollow. Her body is
evenly Krath-tanned. Her nose is plain and small. Her lips are chapped and
curved. She has a round chin, dimpled cheeks, and a freckled face. The
rest of her frame is still that of a young girl.
The horribly thin young woman is in excellent condition.
The horribly thin young woman is using:
a wide-brimmed green and black hat
a handful of mauve blossoms
a crystal teardrop pendant
a colorful, glass-beaded shoulder bag
a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap
a six-pronged star
a black marble ring
a garnet inlaid bone ring
a hooded, coal-black sandcloth dustcloak
a svelte, black spice-kit
a string of clay beads
a pair of leather-thonged sandals
As she nods politely and handing over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap, the horribly thin young woman whispers to you in sirihish:
"A gift from the Kurac family."
The horribly thin young woman gives you a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap.
>emote nods once towards ~horribly
The effeminate, pompadoured man nods once towards the horribly thin young woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"I am offering now a complete set of the Famous Kuraci Desert Gear!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Complete! Boots, leggings, jacket, gloves, sleeves, cap, collar, facewrap and Greatcloak!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"The Very Finest made!"
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak's eyes widen, peering down towards the pit.
The horribly thin young woman strolls through the ample crowd over towards the trim, amber-locked woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in cavilish:
"One hundred!"
>examine wrap
Undyed, beige sandcloth has been folded double to form this simple
wristwrap. The double folds have been sewn together, apart from an opening
on the inner side of the wrap, which functions as a pocket with two bone
buttons to close it. The front of the wrap is adorned by a simple picture
that has been printed upon the sandcloth using dye. The picture shows a
crimson circle symbolizing the red sun, crossed by a stylized sword printed
in black dye.
In a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap (carried) :
nothing
The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>value wrap
a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap would seem to cost about 33 obsidian pieces.
a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap would seem to weigh 2 stones.
This item appears to have been crafted by the Merchant House of Kurac.
The horribly thin young woman gets a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap from an expansive, crimson-fist emblazoned backpack.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the trim, amber-locked woman.
As she stands, the horribly thin young woman says to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I am just passing out gifts on behalf of the Kurac family. It is nothing to be concerned with."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"We will do this auction for only a few minutes!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"No matches to the blood, aye?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"To the blood yes, to the death, no."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye then, thanks - I'll wait my turn"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"All will be given quarter when asked."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"What beh deh bid?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Please shout your name when you bid, we can't make out faces from down here."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, relaxing back onto her seat as she looks over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap:
"Two of them are fighting."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Anyone else?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hmm...my turn?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and a name, please."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Kune, of Kadius."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck, I'll call you when its time."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in cavilish:
"Jom! One hundred!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"How much deh bid!?"
>open bag
Ok.
>put wrap bag
You put a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap inside a black silk shoulder bag.
>close bag
Ok.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Please make all bids in the common tongue!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One hundred? I sells for twenty times that! Give me more!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Two!"
Looking up, the trim, amber-locked woman asks the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in cavilish:
"Will you be fighting?"
Clearing her throat, the trim, amber-locked woman asks the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in sirihish:
"Will you be fighting?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Four, 'Cruit Gresh!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Give me a name and FIVE!"
>shout Five hundred, Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Five hundred, Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"There is a one thousand coin fine for killing your opponent."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye....We will be directed when it is time?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next!"
The wiry, war-braided young man has arrived from the east.
The wiry, war-braided young man inhales deeply through his nose as he makes his way around a few benches.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Someone.... name and SEVEN?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Six.. Jom!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Seven?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"800 kalm.... one large?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Anyone else entering?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Last call for registering for the matches!"
The wiry, war-braided young man sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
>talk Should we bet?
At your seat, you say in sirihish:
"Should we bet?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One large for the Complete Set?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once..."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Nine.. Jom!"
The wiry, war-braided young man looks down at the trim, amber-locked woman briefly before turning his attention toward the pits.
The slender dark-eyed elf lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Nine...."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"twice"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, shrugging:
"We have no need for them. My house makes the best leathers, plates, chains, and we even make cloth armor as well."
>shout Thirteen Hundred, Oseres Kadius!
You shout in sirihish:
"Thirteen Hundred, Oseres Kadius!"
The horribly thin young woman walks over near the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You overhear the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak whisper to the horribly thin young woman, grinning in sirihish:
"Uh. thanks"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Thirteen for Oseres Kadius! Very Good!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Sold!"
>emote claps his hands together, grinning.
The effeminate, pompadoured man claps his hands together, grinning.
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, wiggling his brows alternately as he glances at you:
"Good job, Mr. O."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"And an excellent deal, at that!"
The horribly thin young woman moves heading towards the athletic, serpent-tattooed man.
You overhear the horribly thin young woman whisper to the athletic, serpent-tattooed man, handing over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap in sirihish:
"A gift from the Kurac family."
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the athletic, serpent-tattooed man.
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man picks up a large bag.
>l fianna's wrap
Crafted meticulously from a black-dyed silk, this piece of fabric wraps
around an inner lining of thin, supple leather and can be wrapped about the
wearer's arm or shin. The silk is woven with a thin, shimmering underlayer
of silken threads set in a complex pattern, and is layered so that it can
loosened or tightened to fit snugly by a pair of black ties. Upon close
inspection, a small flap of silk can be seen above an area with a small
amount of extra padding.
>talk (leaning in close to ~fianna) Fianna, love. Where'd you get that wristwrap? From one of my cousins?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, leaning in close to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Fianna, love. Where'd you get that wristwrap? From one of my cousins?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"I will bring your purchase to you, Oseres Kadius."
>shout I'll have more!
You shout in sirihish:
"I'll have more!"
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man walks south.
The horribly thin young woman wanders through the crowd.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
Taking the wrap, the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak glances towards the horribly thin young woman.
To the guards near the trim, amber-locked woman, the horribly thin young woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"A gift from the Kurac family."
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak smiles and bobs his head once towards the horribly thin young woman.
The well-toned, blonde woman has arrived from the east.
Looking over the crowd, the well-toned, blonde woman makes her way towards the trim, amber-locked woman.
The well-toned, blonde woman sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Regular Nogen and Trooper Marook, please come the center aisle!"
One of the wiry, war-braided young man's's legs bobs up and down rapidly, his thoughtful gaze locked onto nothing in particular.
The horribly thin young woman looks about the stands.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, arching a brow:
"I do not think your cousins could stitch such a wristsheathe. This is Salarri. I hope you didn't think we only made bulky, unattractive things."
>talk (shaking his head to ~fianna) Naw, love. Looks something I would wear. I like it.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, shaking his head to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Naw, love. Looks something I would wear. I like it."
The dusky, jade-eyed man lowers the hood of a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The trim, amber-locked woman stops using a silvery woven, black silk wrap.
The trim, amber-locked woman fastens a silvery woven, black silk wrap around her wrist.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Where beh 'dis 'ere Marook?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Trooper Marook here"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Gentlemen, please come with me."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yeh's git yerself ah small 'ead."
The horribly thin young woman moves over near the well-toned, blonde woman.
The horribly thin young woman looks down at the well-toned, blonde woman as she approaches.
The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the well-toned, blonde woman.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the well-toned, blonde woman.
Her brows lifting, the well-toned, blonde woman looks over at the horribly thin young woman.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, retying the length of soft black leather and shimmering silk around her wrist with deft fingers:
"You don't want to know how much we sell them for."
The trim, amber-locked woman looks at you with a wan smile.
>talk (with a grin for ~fianna) Awe, love. How much?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a grin for the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Awe, love. How much?"
The horribly thin young woman moves from the isles, walking away.
The horribly thin young woman walks east.
The well-toned, blonde woman looks at her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap carefully.
The slender dark-eyed elf raises the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Have you see Merchant Danu?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"he's alittle bit of everywhere"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Try the noble stands"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, smiling faintly at you:
"Two thousand for each one."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, wetting her lower lip:
"And that's with a discount."
The well-toned, blonde woman gurgles a broken chuckle.
The tall, spindly man has arrived from the east.
The aquiline, blond man has arrived from the east.
The tall, willowy woman has arrived from the east.
The tall, spindly man moves, smiling to approach you.
The tall, spindly man puts a pile of allanaki coins inside a pair of black sandcloth sleeves.
>tell danu (shaking his head) Danu, You should just get me after.
Shaking his head, you say to the tall, spindly man, in sirihish:
"Danu, You should just get me after."
The tall, spindly man nods politely to you.
The tall, spindly man says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I will await your convenience, Oseres."
>tell danu (nodding) I'll probably be getting more, and we'll both have to go to the Nenyuk.
Nodding, you say to the tall, spindly man, in sirihish:
"I'll probably be getting more, and we'll both have to go to the Nenyuk."
The tall, spindly man dips his head politely to the trim, amber-locked woman, then turns to watch the match.
The Higher Tier Stands [E]
These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
visible to the east. While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
the stands are wooden. Rows of benches fill the lower section of this area
of the stands, with cleared areas for hawkers and those taking and making
bets. A gracefully canopied section against the uppermost row of the stands
has properly cushioned chairs and is obviously set apart for those of some
standing.
A terrace staircase opens up to the east and leads out of the seating
area and the view below is of the red-stained sands of the fighting pit
itself.
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
Lined up with the best view of the stage is a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
The trim, amber-locked woman is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands by a figure in a leather duster.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here, looking a bit winded.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
>l tables
At 1) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
the trim, amber-locked woman, and a few empty seats.
At 2) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
the effeminate, pompadoured man, and a few empty seats.
At 3) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
a few empty seats.
>l e
To the east is the Terrace Overlooking the Fighting Pit.
[Far]
The callous, thorn-inked man is standing here.
The pale, vermillion-eyed man is standing here.
The horribly thin young woman is standing here.
The thick, war-braided young man is standing here.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man sits here, smelling strongly of spice.
The slender, raven-haired man is standing here.
The ruddy-hued brown-haired woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The horribly scarred, blind man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
The huge figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak sits quietly on a bench, atching the crowd.
The tall male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap is sitting on a long wooden ench.
The tall figure in a dusty set of hooded, shadow-grey robes sits in a bench here.
The small, tanned dwarf sits in the center of the first row of benches.
The blue-eyed dwarven woman oversees the stands here.
[Near]
The tall, willowy woman is standing here.
The tall, spindly man is standing here.
The aquiline, blond man stands sentry here, his blue eyes watchful.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf is standing here.
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
The gargantuan, blonde-haired man is standing here.
The rugged, dusty-blonde haired man is standing here.
The ragged-maned half-giant is standing here.
The wiry, war-braided young man is standing here.
The weathered young man is standing here.
The tattooed female dwarf is standing here.
The plaited, emerald-eyed woman is standing here.
The small-headed, dark gray dwarf is standing here.
The young gangling man is standing here.
The decrepit-looking, worn dwarf is standing here.
The lithe, brown-haired young man is standing here.
The buxom, red-haired woman is standing here.
The slight, blonde-haired man is standing here.
The whipcord thin man stands here, eyes narrowed.
The fire-haired, ruby-eyed man stands near the railing to the pit.
The rugged, goateed man is standing here.
The runic, blood-toned half-giant is here, looking extremely tense and wild eyed.
The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf is standing here.
The burly, cobalt-skinned dwarf is standing here.
An obese, beady-eyed man moves around, hawking items from a tray of food.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll probley be out of the match first round."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You're entering?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I guess it wouldnt hurt for maybe a round."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred coins per entry, one thousand per team of two."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll also need names, either stage or real."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"And I should pay you, sir?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Barvel and my self sir"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"For five hundred coins?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You and barvel?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes sir, as a team"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Is that how much it costs to register?"
The trim, amber-locked woman lowers the hood of a sleek, crimson leather duster.
The trim, amber-locked woman tugs down her hood, her features set into hard lines as she gazes down into the fighting pit.
>l fianna
A thick mane of dark amber hair falls past this human woman's shouldersin waves, save for her bangs which are trimmed in spiky chunks to frame theperidot-hued orbs of her glittering eyes. A feral, yellow-green in color,they peer past the long veils of her golden lashes above the refinedcrescents of her cheekbones. A sensuously full mouth resides beneath theaquiline ridge of her nose, shadowed lightly by the slight flare of hernostrils. Accenting the otherwise feminine features of her face with astrong, square line is a stubbornly-set jaw that leads down to her tonedneck and shoulders. Beneath the covering of her tawny-gold skin, her petiteframe is shaped with a layer of toned muscle, giving her small body a solidbut graceful appearance.
The trim, amber-locked woman is in excellent condition.
The trim, amber-locked woman is using:
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stares down towards the pit.
Down in the pit someone opens the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The largest of a pack of wild gortok, a beast with feral red eyes turns toward the southern doorway, eyeing a wild-eyed mul.
Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul is shoved roughly onto the sands.
Down in the pit someone closes the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul moves back to back with the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban, staring at the pack of gortoks.
Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok circles toward a wild-eyed mul's shout, each beast crouching low and baring its teeth.
>emote slides down along ~bench, crossing an aisle, and over to %fianna bench
The effeminate, pompadoured man slides down along a cloth-padded wooden bench, crossing an aisle, and over to the trim, amber-locked woman's bench.
>sit with fianna
[Standing first]
You sit down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at you.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stares down at you, his hand dropping to your shoulder.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hmm, teams of two..."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I wish to sign up."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"One or two."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"never mind, I need to save my coins"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Stand together"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, no teams of three like the last one?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"aye"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Not unless there is enough interest."
>talk (flashing a grin towards ~fianna) Hey love.
At your seat, you say in cavilish, flashing a grin towards the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Hey love."
Lifting a black eyebrow, the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak asks you, in sirihish:
"Yeh there. Th'Advisor tell yeh ya could sit wi' 'er?"
Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul moves forward, slashing out at the lead gortok.
Down in the pit Suddenly, as if on-signal, a pack of wild gortok lunge.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's leg, connecting hard.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban heroically joins a wild-eyed mul's fight!
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban pierces at a pack of wild gortok's body, nicking him.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok on his arm, wounding him.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban tries to kick a pack of wild gortok in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok on his leg, wounding him.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"See you dfown in the ring sarg, good luck."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yeh and meh eh? or yeh want teh do singles?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Indeed, this shall be legendary."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"How about both?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Stand fast!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You and me then?"
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit One of a pack of wild gortok snaps onto a wild-eyed mul's arm, but is easily thrown aside.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's hand, connecting hard.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok lightly hits a wild-eyed mul's foot.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges a wild-eyed mul's slashes.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok solidly hits a wild-eyed mul's wrist.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"'kay."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll register."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yeh teamin' up wit one o' yer 'Bynners?"
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban pierces at a pack of wild gortok's leg, nicking him.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul viciously slashes a pack of wild gortok on his waist.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's hand, connecting hard.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok avoids being bashed by a wild-eyed mul, who loses his balance and falls.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
The tall, spindly man has arrived from the east.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf has arrived from the east.
The aquiline, blond man has arrived from the east.
The tall, willowy woman has arrived from the east.
>say (turning around, glacing about the bunch of orange-cloaked figures) Who said that?
Turning around, glacing about the bunch of orange-cloaked figures, you ask, in cavilish:
"Who said that?"
The trim, amber-locked woman lifts a small, golden hand, making a subtle waving gesture.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at you as he shifts his dark gaze away from the pit.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak dips his head to the trim, amber-locked woman and steps back, retaking his protective position at her back.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's leg, connecting hard.
Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok begins, as a unit, to back away from a wild-eyed mul and the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul gets up and stands to his feet.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul on his leg, wounding him.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws a wild-eyed mul on his body.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok brutally claws a wild-eyed mul on his body.
Down in the pit a thick obsidian longsword clatters to the ground as a wild-eyed mul releases it.
Down in the pit an used large round shield clatters to the ground as a wild-eyed mul releases it.
Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul crumples to the ground.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her body.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok brutally claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her arm.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her body.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban cries out in pain.
You hear someone cry out in the distance.
Down in the pit a barb-headed, wooden longspear clatters to the ground as the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban releases it.
Down in the pit a wickedly barbed net clatters to the ground as the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban releases it.
Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban crumples to the ground.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf follows along the tall, spindly man, tring hard not to look into the pit.
Leaning over the rail, the tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
"That -had- to hurt!"
Down in the pit Half of a pack of wild gortok begins to tear at a wild-eyed mul as the rest of the creatures round toward a wild-eyed mul.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Your name, either stage or real?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I got it..Thanks though."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"We're all doin' singles."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Sergeant Seron, of the Tenneshi Guard."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck to you, Sergeant. I will call you from the pit when its time."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"How much is it teh enteh both tournaments? A large or five hundred?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I wish to register."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred coins and your name."
The trim, amber-locked woman looks up at the tall, spindly man with a flick of her eyes, their gaze hard and jewel-bright.
>eq
You are using:
>talk (looking back to ~fianna, offering up ~flask) Drink?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, looking back to the trim, amber-locked woman, offering up your leather-wrapped glass flask:
"Drink?"
>i
You are carrying:
187 obsidian pieces
an irrig lamp
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her voice a quiet hiss:
"No thank you."
The tall, spindly man winks to the trim, amber-locked woman.
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"The Byn is here when ye can get to us, Qeric-da."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I am Joshua Klestion....the wanderer."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"'Dat was meh plan.. buh seein' yeh beh givin' meh cause tah ask yeh."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck to you, I will call you when its time."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next!"
Down in the pit Half of a pack of wild gortok begins to lose interest in the body of a wild-eyed mul, rounding to the body of a dusty elf.
>emote twists the cap back on ~flask, putting it away
The effeminate, pompadoured man twists the cap back on your leather-wrapped glass flask, putting it away.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Many thanks."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I wish teh register."
>rem flask
You stop using a leather-wrapped glass flask.
>open bag
Ok.
>put flask bag
You put a leather-wrapped glass flask inside a black silk shoulder bag.
>close bag
Ok.
Handlers rush in below, surrounding the pack with long spears as they herd them south.
Down in the pit someone opens the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok growl and snap at the handlers, eventually being herded away.
Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok runs south.
Down in the pit someone closes the doors from the other side.
A crew moves in, dragging the bodies and gear from the blood stained sands below.
The tall, spindly man walks east.
The opaline, frost-haired half-elf walks east.
The aquiline, blond man walks east.
The tall, willowy woman walks east.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"If I want teh enteh both, I have teh pay how much?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I give ya coins?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, alright."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and your name again. I'm afriad I've forgotten it this day."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Guess ah'll beh seein' yeh on deh battlefield, eh?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hmm..Little Giant...Dat is meh name"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Ah ain't doubtin' yeh gonna beh 'dere."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I have your name and coin already, Regular."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, been too long since we locked blades."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"And he is my partner in the teams match"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"South and then east."
>open kit
Ok.
>l in kit
In a svelte, black spice-kit (used) :
a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box
a booklet of rolling papers
a pinch of black, viscous spice
a dragon-carved, ivory dagger
>talk (to ~fianna) Smoke?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Smoke?"
The trim, amber-locked woman's hands fall to ball the leather of her duster beneath them.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Your name and coin?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hiroshi."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"The singles and team are seperate. Each will be five hundred if you wish to enter both."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Ok...Deh Singles den."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"We have there enterin' the singles competition, Veric-da."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'd like to register"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her gaze flitting sidelong toward you:
"Tho'?"
>nod fianna
You nod to her.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, nodding quietly:
"Yes, please."
>talk (with a grin) From my brick you haven't had time to see.
At your seat, you say in cavilish, with a grin:
"From my brick you haven't had time to see."
>take booklet kit
You get a booklet of rolling papers from a svelte, black spice-kit.
It is very light.
>take pinch kit
You get a pinch of black, viscous spice from a svelte, black spice-kit.
It is very light.
>emote pulls out a piece of paper, then fills it with ~pinch, rolling it
The effeminate, pompadoured man pulls out a piece of paper, then fills it with your pinch of black, viscous spice, rolling it.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, shaking her head quietly:
"I've been very busy."
>make smoke booklet pinch
You carefully roll a pinch of spice with a booklet of rolling papers.
>talk (with a grin) So have I, love.
At your seat, you say in cavilish, with a grin:
"So have I, love."
>put booklet kit
You put a booklet of rolling papers inside a svelte, black spice-kit.
>i
You are carrying:
187 obsidian pieces
a solidly packed tube of spice
an irrig lamp
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"How many for the byn?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Three."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"One moment."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fifteen hundred and the names."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Akasha o' the T'zai Byn."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I know your name, Lieutenant. I meant the other two."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"An' these two can title themselves."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"And why would we want to do that/"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Trooper Lyndra, sir."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Give 'em yer coin an' names, Byn."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Trooper Marook, Byn"
>give smoke fianna
You give a solidly packed tube of spice to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>take box kit
You get a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box from a svelte, black spice-kit.
It is very light.
The trim, amber-locked woman holds a solidly packed tube of spice.
>give box fianna
You give a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>talk Light?
At your seat, you say in cavilish:
"Light?"
The trim, amber-locked woman lifts a small coal from her small, leather-wrapped bone ember box, blowing gently on it to incite it back to a sullen, orange glow.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is gone bathroom.
Bringing the coal to her smoke with the tongs, the trim, amber-locked woman puffs deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs as she hands the coal and box over to you.
The trim, amber-locked woman gives you a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box.
A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
>put box kit
You put a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box inside a svelte, black spice-kit.
>close kit
Ok.
>listen on
You are already listening.
>talk Do you have any Salarri's entering, love?
At your seat, you say in cavilish:
"Do you have any Salarri's entering, love?"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, shrugging lightly, her jaw still set in a hard expression:
"One. We're not here for pleasure."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred coins, please."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes please."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"We wait east until matches are announced?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'll call your names, matches are not to the death and there will be a one thousand coin fine for unneeded killing."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Which was is into the pit?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You can wait in the stands and enjoy the matches. Someone will lead you down."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'd like to register."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and a name, please."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Thankee."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I have you down."
>talk (nodding lightly, a tired expression about his face) You need to relax, love. Which one is yours?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, nodding lightly, a tired expression about his face:
"You need to relax, love. Which one is yours?"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, simply:
"The elf."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I'd like to register a team and myself for the singles."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Wha' bout 'im?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fifteen hundred and the names then."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You as well."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Grog of the Sun Legion and Altin of Nenyuk."
>l tall
Hard muscle straps over the stalwart form of this man, coiled visibly
beneath the deeply-bronzed covering of his skin. Thin, black dreadlocks
sprout from his scalp to his lower back, and while most are tied away from
his face with a thin braid of grey leather, a few hang into his narrowed,
crystalline-blue eyes. His features are chiseled and planar, with a craggy
brow, high, jutting cheekbones and a beaky nose that bears a slight hook at
its tip. A shadow of dark stubble traces the square line of his jaw,
defining its strong lines. Twined about the thick muscles of his neck is a
detailed tattoo of a serpent, done in simple black lines. The snake rests
in coils that band about the human's throat before climbing on the right
side to his cheek, where the head of the creature opens in a fanged display
of attack.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is in excellent condition.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is using:
The athletic, serpent-tattooed man lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Alright. I'll call your name when its time. Good luck."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Matches are not to the death, there is a one thousand coin fine on accidental death."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Thank you, Veric-da."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"YOu are the solo, correct?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, and a team with Grog."
Down in the pit the scarred, leathery woman opens the doors from the other side.
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf has arrived from the south.
>l 2.tall
Her body is small but her movements graceful. Dark green eyes peer out
through ebony lashes, a slight tilt to their outer corners. Her skin is
soft and only lightly tanned, lips the deep color of crimson. Silken
midnight blue hair falls in soft waves to her knees, brushing over a slim
waist and gently curved hips. Pointed ears poke out from under the delicate
locks of hair.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is in excellent condition.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is using:
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"What's the prize?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fourhundred of the coins from every beaten enemy and some nice gear from our crafters for the overall winners and best combatants."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and your name, please."
Down in the pit Stepping over a few damp spots, the tall, spindly man moves to look up at the stands.
Down in the pit The tall, spindly man nods thoughtfully.
Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf moves in softly behind the tall, spindly man, pulling up her cloak and the hem of her dress from the ground as she walks.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Welcome Guests! "
Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf quirks a faint hint of a grin.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"While the combatants prepare, I would like to begin the Auction!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"A few items of Kurac's finest!"
The trim, amber-locked woman's gaze flicks eastward.
With a lift of a signet-ringed hand, the trim, amber-locked woman brings her solidly packed tube of spice to her lips, inhaling deeply.
A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Do you wish to enter?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You the one I enter with?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, I'd like to register"
Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf nods her head and sets a bag down by the tall, spindly man.
Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf drops a large bag.
Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf walks south.
>talk (speaking softly) You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love. Is there anything I can do?
At your seat, you say in cavilish, speaking softly:
"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love. Is there anything I can do?"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, her gaze sliding back to you, her hand betraying a faint shake, voice momentarily rough from the smoke:
"No. There's nothing that can be done."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I need five hundred coins each and a name to call you by from the pits."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Darani"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck. I'll call you when its time and there is a one thousand coin fine for accidental deaths."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and your name>"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Cadet Issek"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fighting for Salarr as well, correct?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, but solo"
The horribly thin young woman has arrived from the east.
The horribly thin young woman looks about hesistantly.
The horribly thin young woman strolls through the ample crowd over towards you.
>l horribly
You see a thin girl with curly, red hair that appears sparse from lack of
nutrition. Her eyes are inky black and seemingly hollow. Her body is
evenly Krath-tanned. Her nose is plain and small. Her lips are chapped and
curved. She has a round chin, dimpled cheeks, and a freckled face. The
rest of her frame is still that of a young girl.
The horribly thin young woman is in excellent condition.
The horribly thin young woman is using:
As she nods politely and handing over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap, the horribly thin young woman whispers to you in sirihish:
"A gift from the Kurac family."
The horribly thin young woman gives you a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap.
>emote nods once towards ~horribly
The effeminate, pompadoured man nods once towards the horribly thin young woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"I am offering now a complete set of the Famous Kuraci Desert Gear!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Complete! Boots, leggings, jacket, gloves, sleeves, cap, collar, facewrap and Greatcloak!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"The Very Finest made!"
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak's eyes widen, peering down towards the pit.
The horribly thin young woman strolls through the ample crowd over towards the trim, amber-locked woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in cavilish:
"One hundred!"
>examine wrap
Undyed, beige sandcloth has been folded double to form this simple
wristwrap. The double folds have been sewn together, apart from an opening
on the inner side of the wrap, which functions as a pocket with two bone
buttons to close it. The front of the wrap is adorned by a simple picture
that has been printed upon the sandcloth using dye. The picture shows a
crimson circle symbolizing the red sun, crossed by a stylized sword printed
in black dye.
In a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap (carried) :
nothing
The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>value wrap
a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap would seem to cost about 33 obsidian pieces.
a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap would seem to weigh 2 stones.
This item appears to have been crafted by the Merchant House of Kurac.
The horribly thin young woman gets a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap from an expansive, crimson-fist emblazoned backpack.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the trim, amber-locked woman.
As she stands, the horribly thin young woman says to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I am just passing out gifts on behalf of the Kurac family. It is nothing to be concerned with."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"We will do this auction for only a few minutes!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"No matches to the blood, aye?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"To the blood yes, to the death, no."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye then, thanks - I'll wait my turn"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"All will be given quarter when asked."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"What beh deh bid?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Please shout your name when you bid, we can't make out faces from down here."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, relaxing back onto her seat as she looks over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap:
"Two of them are fighting."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Anyone else?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Hmm...my turn?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Five hundred and a name, please."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Kune, of Kadius."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Good luck, I'll call you when its time."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in cavilish:
"Jom! One hundred!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"How much deh bid!?"
>open bag
Ok.
>put wrap bag
You put a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap inside a black silk shoulder bag.
>close bag
Ok.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Please make all bids in the common tongue!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One hundred? I sells for twenty times that! Give me more!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Two!"
Looking up, the trim, amber-locked woman asks the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in cavilish:
"Will you be fighting?"
Clearing her throat, the trim, amber-locked woman asks the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in sirihish:
"Will you be fighting?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Four, 'Cruit Gresh!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Give me a name and FIVE!"
>shout Five hundred, Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Five hundred, Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"There is a one thousand coin fine for killing your opponent."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye....We will be directed when it is time?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yes."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Next!"
The wiry, war-braided young man has arrived from the east.
The wiry, war-braided young man inhales deeply through his nose as he makes his way around a few benches.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Someone.... name and SEVEN?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Six.. Jom!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Seven?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"800 kalm.... one large?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Anyone else entering?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Last call for registering for the matches!"
The wiry, war-braided young man sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
>talk Should we bet?
At your seat, you say in sirihish:
"Should we bet?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One large for the Complete Set?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once..."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Nine.. Jom!"
The wiry, war-braided young man looks down at the trim, amber-locked woman briefly before turning his attention toward the pits.
The slender dark-eyed elf lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Nine...."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"twice"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, shrugging:
"We have no need for them. My house makes the best leathers, plates, chains, and we even make cloth armor as well."
>shout Thirteen Hundred, Oseres Kadius!
You shout in sirihish:
"Thirteen Hundred, Oseres Kadius!"
The horribly thin young woman walks over near the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You overhear the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak whisper to the horribly thin young woman, grinning in sirihish:
"Uh. thanks"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Thirteen for Oseres Kadius! Very Good!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Sold!"
>emote claps his hands together, grinning.
The effeminate, pompadoured man claps his hands together, grinning.
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, wiggling his brows alternately as he glances at you:
"Good job, Mr. O."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"And an excellent deal, at that!"
The horribly thin young woman moves heading towards the athletic, serpent-tattooed man.
You overhear the horribly thin young woman whisper to the athletic, serpent-tattooed man, handing over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap in sirihish:
"A gift from the Kurac family."
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the athletic, serpent-tattooed man.
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man picks up a large bag.
>l fianna's wrap
Crafted meticulously from a black-dyed silk, this piece of fabric wraps
around an inner lining of thin, supple leather and can be wrapped about the
wearer's arm or shin. The silk is woven with a thin, shimmering underlayer
of silken threads set in a complex pattern, and is layered so that it can
loosened or tightened to fit snugly by a pair of black ties. Upon close
inspection, a small flap of silk can be seen above an area with a small
amount of extra padding.
>talk (leaning in close to ~fianna) Fianna, love. Where'd you get that wristwrap? From one of my cousins?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, leaning in close to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Fianna, love. Where'd you get that wristwrap? From one of my cousins?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"I will bring your purchase to you, Oseres Kadius."
>shout I'll have more!
You shout in sirihish:
"I'll have more!"
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man walks south.
The horribly thin young woman wanders through the crowd.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
Taking the wrap, the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak glances towards the horribly thin young woman.
To the guards near the trim, amber-locked woman, the horribly thin young woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"A gift from the Kurac family."
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak smiles and bobs his head once towards the horribly thin young woman.
The well-toned, blonde woman has arrived from the east.
Looking over the crowd, the well-toned, blonde woman makes her way towards the trim, amber-locked woman.
The well-toned, blonde woman sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Regular Nogen and Trooper Marook, please come the center aisle!"
One of the wiry, war-braided young man's's legs bobs up and down rapidly, his thoughtful gaze locked onto nothing in particular.
The horribly thin young woman looks about the stands.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, arching a brow:
"I do not think your cousins could stitch such a wristsheathe. This is Salarri. I hope you didn't think we only made bulky, unattractive things."
>talk (shaking his head to ~fianna) Naw, love. Looks something I would wear. I like it.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, shaking his head to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Naw, love. Looks something I would wear. I like it."
The dusky, jade-eyed man lowers the hood of a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The trim, amber-locked woman stops using a silvery woven, black silk wrap.
The trim, amber-locked woman fastens a silvery woven, black silk wrap around her wrist.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Where beh 'dis 'ere Marook?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Trooper Marook here"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Gentlemen, please come with me."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Yeh's git yerself ah small 'ead."
The horribly thin young woman moves over near the well-toned, blonde woman.
The horribly thin young woman looks down at the well-toned, blonde woman as she approaches.
The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the well-toned, blonde woman.
The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the well-toned, blonde woman.
Her brows lifting, the well-toned, blonde woman looks over at the horribly thin young woman.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, retying the length of soft black leather and shimmering silk around her wrist with deft fingers:
"You don't want to know how much we sell them for."
The trim, amber-locked woman looks at you with a wan smile.
>talk (with a grin for ~fianna) Awe, love. How much?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a grin for the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Awe, love. How much?"
The horribly thin young woman moves from the isles, walking away.
The horribly thin young woman walks east.
The well-toned, blonde woman looks at her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap carefully.
The slender dark-eyed elf raises the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Have you see Merchant Danu?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"he's alittle bit of everywhere"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Try the noble stands"
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, smiling faintly at you:
"Two thousand for each one."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, wetting her lower lip:
"And that's with a discount."
The well-toned, blonde woman gurgles a broken chuckle.
The tall, spindly man has arrived from the east.
The aquiline, blond man has arrived from the east.
The tall, willowy woman has arrived from the east.
The tall, spindly man moves, smiling to approach you.
The tall, spindly man puts a pile of allanaki coins inside a pair of black sandcloth sleeves.
>tell danu (shaking his head) Danu, You should just get me after.
Shaking his head, you say to the tall, spindly man, in sirihish:
"Danu, You should just get me after."
The tall, spindly man nods politely to you.
The tall, spindly man says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I will await your convenience, Oseres."
>tell danu (nodding) I'll probably be getting more, and we'll both have to go to the Nenyuk.
Nodding, you say to the tall, spindly man, in sirihish:
"I'll probably be getting more, and we'll both have to go to the Nenyuk."
The tall, spindly man dips his head politely to the trim, amber-locked woman, then turns to watch the match.