Author: Laurajlmars
Title: Thoroughly Soggy (Numus Gets Even)
Date: 2010-02-22 19:24:34
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Speaker Numus of the Vivaduan Temple indulges in his favorite extreme sport - persecuting addlepated slave girls. (Thanks to Naox for providing one of the greatest, and most odious, npc animations I've ever witnessed.)
Title: Thoroughly Soggy (Numus Gets Even)
Date: 2010-02-22 19:24:34
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Speaker Numus of the Vivaduan Temple indulges in his favorite extreme sport - persecuting addlepated slave girls. (Thanks to Naox for providing one of the greatest, and most odious, npc animations I've ever witnessed.)
The Temple of Vivadu [EW Quit]
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man is standing here.
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the east.
You feel startled.
A fine mist condenses near the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man as he begins a spell.
You think:
"I hate that spider."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man utters an incantation.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man falls silent.
Pleasantly, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Welcome."
The black-haired, rip-scarred man takes a firmer hold of your arm as he looks around the temple.
In near whisper, her slippers noiseless across the marble floor, you ask, in sirihish:
"Is Speaker Numus available?"
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Speaker? Sorry to interrupt your meditation, but you have a visitor."
The squat, hook-nosed man closes his eyes, murmuring softly.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman has arrived from the east.
Slapping moisture off his creamy hands, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"It may take him a little time. One moment, please."
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman walks through the temple quietly, dipping a polite nod to the squat, hook-nosed man as she nears a shallow stone pool.
Squinting at him, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man.
Curiously, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman looks up at the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
Nervously twisting her fingers into the sleeve of her robe, you say, in sirihish:
"I don't want to disturb him. If he's busy."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man nods respectfully.
Jerking his thumb at you, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, she says she doesn't want to disturb me, then forces me to do this by appealing to the Great Lord!"
The black-haired, rip-scarred man leads you a few steps closer to the squat, hook-nosed man.
Looking him up and down, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Another one? Wonderful. Impress me by staying alive."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man glances toward you curiously.
Her lips twisting in a faint smile as she kneels next to a shallow stone pool, pulling her leather waterskin up, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"You're having a bad day, Speaker?"
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman stops using her leather waterskin.
Rolling his eyes, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"And -not- getting yourself executed. Some of us have a habit of doing that. The name 'Kolt' comes to mind."
The female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold's lips twitch downward slightly at the squat, hook-nosed man's words.
Smiling broadly as he looks to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Oh! No no, wonderful so far. Better that you're here. You should have -seen- the way the Kuraci did it. With what -resolve-. Hah!"
Squinting at you, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you.
Beckoning with a fat finger, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Well, come over here."
Uncomfortably, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Yes, well... I'm not much the sort to go breaking laws or running off on adventures."
While she dips her waterskin into the pool, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"What'd Kurac do?"
Light glinting off the rubies dangling from her ears as she steps closer on velvet feet, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Ok."
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman fills up a leather waterskin from a shallow stone pool.
You now follow the squat, hook-nosed man.
Pushing the stopper back into her leather waterskin, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman looks at you.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman hangs her leather waterskin on her belt.
With a fond smile, gesturing as though to saw into his arm, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Oh! Midge, the Salarr -- he put his stinger in her and now she's with child. I cut something out of her, but got to see the Kuraci squirm."
Waving a hand, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Rance was the twerp's name."
The female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold pales slightly.
Squinting at her, beckoning with both hands in front of him, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you, come.
Beckoning wildly, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you, come.
Huffing, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you, come.
Letting out a quiet chuckle and nodding, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"I see. It wasn't a little egg thingy, was it?"
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man looks between the slim, darkly-tanned young woman and the squat, hook-nosed man, momentarily confused.
The squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Well -come here-. Come closer. I can't see those repulsive sockets of yours unless you get them over here."
Clearing his throat, the black-haired, rip-scarred man nudges you forward in front of the squat, hook-nosed man.
The squat, hook-nosed man reaches out his pudgy palms and claps them to either side of your head, tugging back on the flesh of your temples.
Stumbling off balance a bit, the female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold straightens hastily, hooking a thumb beneath her blindfold.
Clasping her hands loosely behind her back, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, be nice. I'll give you some candy later."
Lips peeling back from her teeth, you stop using your night-black, sheer silk blindfold.
The squat, hook-nosed man mutters under his breath as he gazes with wide, beady eyes, struggling to see close into your wounded sockets.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man looks at your intact, but scarred over, eyes carefully.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man grunts, glaring over your head at the squat, hook-nosed man.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man looks down at you.
You feel a bit horrified really.
Scoldingly, gripping you by the head and speaking close enough for you to smell his sour breath, the squat, hook-nosed man asks you, in sirihish:
"Well, what did you do to these things?! Don't you -know- they are delicate?"
You feel very scrutinized and without the rugged, one-eyed man.
The squat, hook-nosed man pries and pulls back at the flesh around your eyes.
In a nervous whisper, licking her lips, growing even paler as she submits to his fleshy pokes, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"It's a long story."
With a dismissive wave, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Come, while I examine her! I may need...ideas."
Her eyebrows arching slightly before she walks over a little closer, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Well, alright."
Little black shoes clicking on the tile, the squat, hook-nosed man walks west.
You follow the squat, hook-nosed man, and walk west.
Lobby of the Vivaduan Barracks [EU Save]
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the east.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman has arrived from the east.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man has arrived from the east.
The squat, hook-nosed man steps through the giant wall of thorns as they pull back, allowing passage.
Pacing up the stairs, pushing off his knees with each step, the squat, hook-nosed man walks up.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman walks up.
You follow the squat, hook-nosed man, and walk up.
Hallway [NSWD Save]
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman is standing here.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from below.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man has arrived from below.
You feel a flutter of panic behind her ribs.
Patting his paunch, the squat, hook-nosed man walks south.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman walks south.
You follow the squat, hook-nosed man, and walk south.
A Trickling Balcony Garden [N Quit Save]
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
A white stone jug has been set here.
A stream of water tumbles down an amethyst mound and circles the garden.
A dull wooden cask with a cork stopper stands here.
A cluster of spikey flowers grows among the low grass.
A small, shaggy-headed tree bears handfuls of thick-shelled nuts.
A leather waterskin hangs on a hook on the cistern's side.
A wide-mouthed stone cistern is here sits in the shadow of a small tree.
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman is standing here.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the north.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman follows along at the back of the group, poking her fingers into her belt.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man has arrived from the north.
Motioning vaguely to an amethyst waterfall, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Go in there and splash about a bit."
Shuffling over to her, the squat, hook-nosed man asks the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"How are things?"
A slight frown forming as she searches the pouches, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks, in sirihish:
"Huh, where'd my candy go?"
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman closes a finely-crafted pouched belt.
Obediantly, the blind, wine-haired female reaches for the black-haired, rip-scarred man's hand, who leads her over to an amethyst waterfall.
Jowls drooping with a frown, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Your candy?"
Tugging them off, you stop using your pair of black silk gloves.
You think:
"I don't like this."
You think:
"I don't like Numus."
Heaving out a sigh before looking up, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, well enough I guess. Someone stole an entire chest out of my apartment, but I did finally manage to get that skull I've been looking for."
Little black eyes lighting up, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Oh! Marvelous."
Shouting over his shoulder without looking back, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Right in. That's right, get -in-."
Shrewdly, one eye running up and down, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at the slim, darkly-tanned young woman.
Uncomfortably, turning, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"My clothes will be wet."
Soothingly, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"It's completely safe."
Curling a grin as he looks to her wrists, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"You have such nice bracelets."
Snapping back at you, the squat, hook-nosed man asks you, in sirihish:
"Of course you're going to get wet. Do you know where -you are-?"
Flopping his hand about, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"But if you'd rather not, I can see you out."
Flashing him a quick smile, the garnets embedded in her bracelets briefly glowing brighter, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Why thank you. And how've you been, Numus?"
Smiling back at her, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Well, well, I feel wonderful."
Nervously, stepping away from him and back towards the waterfall, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"No thank you. I'll go in. And I won't tell Great Lord Samos you're so rude to me either."
Feeling furious and embarrassed, you think:
"I will just remove his dearest memories. Or make him see nothing but bug heads where people heads should be. Revolting little man."
The squat, hook-nosed man mumbles resentfully as he glimpses back at you, but remains otherwise silent.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"If you'd like to set aside some garments first, they'll be safe here."
Filling his arms with girl clothes, you give your soft pair of black velvet slippers to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
You give your pair of black silk gloves to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
Ducking her head to escape it, you stop using your ornate black silk choker.
You give your ornate black silk choker to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
Slipping her leather backpack off halfway and reaching inside, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Will a yam make you happier?"
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman opens a leather backpack.
Shrugging out of it, you stop using your sable and crimson over-robe.
Gasping excitedly, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"It would!"
Flinging it at him, you give your sable and crimson over-robe to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man juggles clothing, appearing more and more put out by the situation.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman grins slightly and pulls out a tiny cloth bag, poking her fingers inside.
Digging it out, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman gets her mushroom stuffed yam from her leather backpack.
The squat, hook-nosed man rubs his hands in anticipation.
You enter an amethyst waterfall.
Inside an Amethyst Waterfall [Leave]
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
Stepping through the veil of water, the blind, wine-haired female gasps as she's completely drenched, dress plastered to her body, teeth starting to chatter.
Pulling sodden silken ribbons away from her forearms, you shout in sirihish:
"Speaker Numus, I know you don't like me at all, but is this supposed to do anything? Just asking."
You hear a man's voice shout from outside in sirihish:
"Come out when you are thoroughly soggy!"
You hear a man's voice shout from outside in sirihish:
"That is the result that you can expect from this -exotic- procedure of getting wet."
You shout in sirihish:
"I've taken baths before."
You shout in sirihish:
"Just they were warm, and I had no clothes on."
You step out to...
A Trickling Balcony Garden [N Quit Save]
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
A white stone jug has been set here.
A stream of water tumbles down an amethyst mound and circles the garden.
A dull wooden cask with a cork stopper stands here.
A cluster of spikey flowers grows among the low grass.
A small, shaggy-headed tree bears handfuls of thick-shelled nuts.
A leather waterskin hangs on a hook on the cistern's side.
A wide-mouthed stone cistern is here sits in the shadow of a small tree.
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman is standing here.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the north.
Shrugging and shooting a curious glance towards an amethyst waterfall, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Is that cold?"
Nibbling at his mushroom stuffed yam, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Is that supposed to impress me? Hah!"
The blind, wine-haired female storms out through the veil of water, her silk dress plastered to her figure, waist-length hair dripping copiously.
Nodding to an amethyst waterfall, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Hop in and see."
As she drips, you say, in sirihish:
"I didn't like this dress anyway."
Squinting at you, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you.
Picking at his mushroom stuffed yam, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Now find an appropriate place on the grass and sit."
The squat, hook-nosed man takes a bite of his mushroom stuffed yam.
A slight shudder running through her, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"I'll pass. If it is, they'd be hearing my screams all the way across the city."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Here is a good spot."
Astonished eyes searching over his mushroom stuffed yam, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"This is wonderful! Spicy some, mmhmm."
The squat, hook-nosed man licks at his tiny chops.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man takes your elbow and steers you over to the spot indicated by the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man.
Offering another wide smile, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Of course, the cooks in Cenyr are the best."
Sinking down onto a rock, skirts puddling around her, rather like the actual puddle that also forms, you sit down.
Your new ldesc is:
The blind, wine-haired female sits on a rock beneath a small tree.
Breaking pieces off with her fingers, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman eats her small portion of a stuffed piece of bread.
Eyeing the spot with a sigh, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"I suppose -that- is why you are an amateur."
With a confident wave, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You'll learn, don't you worry."
You feel uneasy.
You think:
"Why is he so vile?"
You think:
"I don't understand."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man nods, stepping back.
The squat, hook-nosed man strolls around you, wiggling his fingers in the air.
Drearily, leaking all over the ground, her elbow braced against a knee, chin atop her fist, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"You are a truly inspired man, Speaker."
You feel very unhappy and angry.
You think:
"He is so rude."
Brushing her hands off against each other, then touching her right one to her forehead, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says, in sirihish:
"I wonder if we'll get to have an actual meeting this week."
Shaking his head at her, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Ah, you see, you and Speaker Tar are miscommunicating. He expected my last week, I believe."
Letting her hand drop, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, I thought they'd been moved. So Tar's not dead then?"
Clasping his hands, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Now! I -do- need to know what happened, to know the extent of your damage."
You feel cornered.
Her breath coming a little faster, as she starts to stammer, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"It was...it was..that is.."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the rugged, one-eyed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the rugged, one-eyed man:
"Can you come now, please?"
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman tilts her head to the side, her attention moving back to you.
The rugged, one-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I'll come real soon."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man watches the proceedings observantly.
You send a telepathic message to the rugged, one-eyed man:
"Please? I'm at the temple. Numus is being...rather vile."
You think:
"I know I said I wouldn't say."
You think:
"But I changed my mind."
Snapping at the air, hands thrown up, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"You would gag at the wounds I've closed, the carcassess I've wrapped back in their floppy flesh, and each had -some- story to tell."
Glaring down at you, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"I hear it all, all the sad stories, oh yes. See the tears, the mourning, the grief, the shame...I simply don't care."
The rugged, one-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Numus? What's he doing?"
Hands on his wide hips, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"But I -need- to know what damage occured."
Pushing a lock of dripping hair over one ear, nervous fingers of her free hand twisting into her sopping skirts, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"It was a knife."
You feel like throwing up.
Crooning, the squat, hook-nosed man asks you, in sirihish:
"Held by...?"
Looking closely, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"It appears to... possibly self-inflicted."
Speaking up suddenly, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"I don't think we have enough evidence to suppose that!"
You feel the air in her lungs close off.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"A curious wound, if not."
The rugged, one-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Saya? Are you..?"
You send a telepathic message to the rugged, one-eyed man:
"NO."
You feel like kicking Numus off the balcony.
With a nervous hiss, continuing to twist her skirts into knots, you ask, in sirihish:
"Do all these people need to be here?"
The squat, hook-nosed man sighs and wanders over to an amethyst waterfall, standing by the pool and wiggling his hands over the clear waters.
The rugged, one-eyed templar descends on a gust of billowing wind.
You dissolve the psychic link.
The rugged, one-eyed templar looks down at you.
The blind, wine-haired female's head turns towards the rugged, one-eyed templar's descent, though her sodden hair and skirts fail to flutter.
Glimpsing first, then double-taking and nearly falling over, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at the rugged, one-eyed templar.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman lifts her hand to steady her wide-brimmed, veiled black hat, the gust of wind stirring her clothing.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man blinks as the rugged, one-eyed man appears, startled.
Scrambling into a bow, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the rugged, one-eyed templar, in sirihish:
"My Great Lord! Apologies, I didn't see you there!"
You feel relieved.
You think:
"It isn't so bad now. He can ask me anything, now."
Looking past him to the skies beyond the balcony before bending in a deep bow, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the rugged, one-eyed templar, in sirihish:
"Good... afternoon, Great Lord."
Glaring, the rugged, one-eyed templar asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"I WASN' here until a moment ago. What's goin' on here?"
Twisting water out of handfuls of her soaking hair, you ask, in sirihish:
"Can I stand up yet?"
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man is standing here.
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the east.
You feel startled.
A fine mist condenses near the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man as he begins a spell.
You think:
"I hate that spider."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man utters an incantation.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man falls silent.
Pleasantly, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Welcome."
The black-haired, rip-scarred man takes a firmer hold of your arm as he looks around the temple.
In near whisper, her slippers noiseless across the marble floor, you ask, in sirihish:
"Is Speaker Numus available?"
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Speaker? Sorry to interrupt your meditation, but you have a visitor."
The squat, hook-nosed man closes his eyes, murmuring softly.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman has arrived from the east.
Slapping moisture off his creamy hands, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"It may take him a little time. One moment, please."
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman walks through the temple quietly, dipping a polite nod to the squat, hook-nosed man as she nears a shallow stone pool.
Squinting at him, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man.
Curiously, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman looks up at the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
Nervously twisting her fingers into the sleeve of her robe, you say, in sirihish:
"I don't want to disturb him. If he's busy."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man nods respectfully.
Jerking his thumb at you, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, she says she doesn't want to disturb me, then forces me to do this by appealing to the Great Lord!"
The black-haired, rip-scarred man leads you a few steps closer to the squat, hook-nosed man.
Looking him up and down, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Another one? Wonderful. Impress me by staying alive."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man glances toward you curiously.
Her lips twisting in a faint smile as she kneels next to a shallow stone pool, pulling her leather waterskin up, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"You're having a bad day, Speaker?"
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman stops using her leather waterskin.
Rolling his eyes, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"And -not- getting yourself executed. Some of us have a habit of doing that. The name 'Kolt' comes to mind."
The female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold's lips twitch downward slightly at the squat, hook-nosed man's words.
Smiling broadly as he looks to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Oh! No no, wonderful so far. Better that you're here. You should have -seen- the way the Kuraci did it. With what -resolve-. Hah!"
Squinting at you, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you.
Beckoning with a fat finger, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Well, come over here."
Uncomfortably, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Yes, well... I'm not much the sort to go breaking laws or running off on adventures."
While she dips her waterskin into the pool, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"What'd Kurac do?"
Light glinting off the rubies dangling from her ears as she steps closer on velvet feet, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Ok."
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman fills up a leather waterskin from a shallow stone pool.
You now follow the squat, hook-nosed man.
Pushing the stopper back into her leather waterskin, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman looks at you.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman hangs her leather waterskin on her belt.
With a fond smile, gesturing as though to saw into his arm, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Oh! Midge, the Salarr -- he put his stinger in her and now she's with child. I cut something out of her, but got to see the Kuraci squirm."
Waving a hand, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Rance was the twerp's name."
The female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold pales slightly.
Squinting at her, beckoning with both hands in front of him, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you, come.
Beckoning wildly, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you, come.
Huffing, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you, come.
Letting out a quiet chuckle and nodding, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"I see. It wasn't a little egg thingy, was it?"
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man looks between the slim, darkly-tanned young woman and the squat, hook-nosed man, momentarily confused.
The squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Well -come here-. Come closer. I can't see those repulsive sockets of yours unless you get them over here."
Clearing his throat, the black-haired, rip-scarred man nudges you forward in front of the squat, hook-nosed man.
The squat, hook-nosed man reaches out his pudgy palms and claps them to either side of your head, tugging back on the flesh of your temples.
Stumbling off balance a bit, the female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold straightens hastily, hooking a thumb beneath her blindfold.
Clasping her hands loosely behind her back, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, be nice. I'll give you some candy later."
Lips peeling back from her teeth, you stop using your night-black, sheer silk blindfold.
The squat, hook-nosed man mutters under his breath as he gazes with wide, beady eyes, struggling to see close into your wounded sockets.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man looks at your intact, but scarred over, eyes carefully.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man grunts, glaring over your head at the squat, hook-nosed man.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man looks down at you.
You feel a bit horrified really.
Scoldingly, gripping you by the head and speaking close enough for you to smell his sour breath, the squat, hook-nosed man asks you, in sirihish:
"Well, what did you do to these things?! Don't you -know- they are delicate?"
You feel very scrutinized and without the rugged, one-eyed man.
The squat, hook-nosed man pries and pulls back at the flesh around your eyes.
In a nervous whisper, licking her lips, growing even paler as she submits to his fleshy pokes, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"It's a long story."
With a dismissive wave, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Come, while I examine her! I may need...ideas."
Her eyebrows arching slightly before she walks over a little closer, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Well, alright."
Little black shoes clicking on the tile, the squat, hook-nosed man walks west.
You follow the squat, hook-nosed man, and walk west.
Lobby of the Vivaduan Barracks [EU Save]
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the east.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman has arrived from the east.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man has arrived from the east.
The squat, hook-nosed man steps through the giant wall of thorns as they pull back, allowing passage.
Pacing up the stairs, pushing off his knees with each step, the squat, hook-nosed man walks up.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman walks up.
You follow the squat, hook-nosed man, and walk up.
Hallway [NSWD Save]
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman is standing here.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from below.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man has arrived from below.
You feel a flutter of panic behind her ribs.
Patting his paunch, the squat, hook-nosed man walks south.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman walks south.
You follow the squat, hook-nosed man, and walk south.
A Trickling Balcony Garden [N Quit Save]
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
A white stone jug has been set here.
A stream of water tumbles down an amethyst mound and circles the garden.
A dull wooden cask with a cork stopper stands here.
A cluster of spikey flowers grows among the low grass.
A small, shaggy-headed tree bears handfuls of thick-shelled nuts.
A leather waterskin hangs on a hook on the cistern's side.
A wide-mouthed stone cistern is here sits in the shadow of a small tree.
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman is standing here.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the north.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman follows along at the back of the group, poking her fingers into her belt.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man has arrived from the north.
Motioning vaguely to an amethyst waterfall, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Go in there and splash about a bit."
Shuffling over to her, the squat, hook-nosed man asks the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"How are things?"
A slight frown forming as she searches the pouches, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks, in sirihish:
"Huh, where'd my candy go?"
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman closes a finely-crafted pouched belt.
Obediantly, the blind, wine-haired female reaches for the black-haired, rip-scarred man's hand, who leads her over to an amethyst waterfall.
Jowls drooping with a frown, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Your candy?"
Tugging them off, you stop using your pair of black silk gloves.
You think:
"I don't like this."
You think:
"I don't like Numus."
Heaving out a sigh before looking up, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, well enough I guess. Someone stole an entire chest out of my apartment, but I did finally manage to get that skull I've been looking for."
Little black eyes lighting up, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Oh! Marvelous."
Shouting over his shoulder without looking back, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Right in. That's right, get -in-."
Shrewdly, one eye running up and down, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at the slim, darkly-tanned young woman.
Uncomfortably, turning, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"My clothes will be wet."
Soothingly, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"It's completely safe."
Curling a grin as he looks to her wrists, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"You have such nice bracelets."
Snapping back at you, the squat, hook-nosed man asks you, in sirihish:
"Of course you're going to get wet. Do you know where -you are-?"
Flopping his hand about, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"But if you'd rather not, I can see you out."
Flashing him a quick smile, the garnets embedded in her bracelets briefly glowing brighter, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Why thank you. And how've you been, Numus?"
Smiling back at her, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Well, well, I feel wonderful."
Nervously, stepping away from him and back towards the waterfall, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"No thank you. I'll go in. And I won't tell Great Lord Samos you're so rude to me either."
Feeling furious and embarrassed, you think:
"I will just remove his dearest memories. Or make him see nothing but bug heads where people heads should be. Revolting little man."
The squat, hook-nosed man mumbles resentfully as he glimpses back at you, but remains otherwise silent.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"If you'd like to set aside some garments first, they'll be safe here."
Filling his arms with girl clothes, you give your soft pair of black velvet slippers to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
You give your pair of black silk gloves to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
Ducking her head to escape it, you stop using your ornate black silk choker.
You give your ornate black silk choker to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
Slipping her leather backpack off halfway and reaching inside, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Will a yam make you happier?"
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman opens a leather backpack.
Shrugging out of it, you stop using your sable and crimson over-robe.
Gasping excitedly, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"It would!"
Flinging it at him, you give your sable and crimson over-robe to the black-haired, rip-scarred man.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man juggles clothing, appearing more and more put out by the situation.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman grins slightly and pulls out a tiny cloth bag, poking her fingers inside.
Digging it out, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman gets her mushroom stuffed yam from her leather backpack.
The squat, hook-nosed man rubs his hands in anticipation.
You enter an amethyst waterfall.
Inside an Amethyst Waterfall [Leave]
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
Stepping through the veil of water, the blind, wine-haired female gasps as she's completely drenched, dress plastered to her body, teeth starting to chatter.
Pulling sodden silken ribbons away from her forearms, you shout in sirihish:
"Speaker Numus, I know you don't like me at all, but is this supposed to do anything? Just asking."
You hear a man's voice shout from outside in sirihish:
"Come out when you are thoroughly soggy!"
You hear a man's voice shout from outside in sirihish:
"That is the result that you can expect from this -exotic- procedure of getting wet."
You shout in sirihish:
"I've taken baths before."
You shout in sirihish:
"Just they were warm, and I had no clothes on."
You step out to...
A Trickling Balcony Garden [N Quit Save]
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
A white stone jug has been set here.
A stream of water tumbles down an amethyst mound and circles the garden.
A dull wooden cask with a cork stopper stands here.
A cluster of spikey flowers grows among the low grass.
A small, shaggy-headed tree bears handfuls of thick-shelled nuts.
A leather waterskin hangs on a hook on the cistern's side.
A wide-mouthed stone cistern is here sits in the shadow of a small tree.
The squat, hook-nosed man stands by the pool, plump hands clasped at his back.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman is standing here.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man has arrived from the north.
Shrugging and shooting a curious glance towards an amethyst waterfall, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Is that cold?"
Nibbling at his mushroom stuffed yam, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Is that supposed to impress me? Hah!"
The blind, wine-haired female storms out through the veil of water, her silk dress plastered to her figure, waist-length hair dripping copiously.
Nodding to an amethyst waterfall, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Hop in and see."
As she drips, you say, in sirihish:
"I didn't like this dress anyway."
Squinting at you, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at you.
Picking at his mushroom stuffed yam, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Now find an appropriate place on the grass and sit."
The squat, hook-nosed man takes a bite of his mushroom stuffed yam.
A slight shudder running through her, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"I'll pass. If it is, they'd be hearing my screams all the way across the city."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Here is a good spot."
Astonished eyes searching over his mushroom stuffed yam, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"This is wonderful! Spicy some, mmhmm."
The squat, hook-nosed man licks at his tiny chops.
The black-haired, rip-scarred man takes your elbow and steers you over to the spot indicated by the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man.
Offering another wide smile, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Of course, the cooks in Cenyr are the best."
Sinking down onto a rock, skirts puddling around her, rather like the actual puddle that also forms, you sit down.
Your new ldesc is:
The blind, wine-haired female sits on a rock beneath a small tree.
Breaking pieces off with her fingers, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman eats her small portion of a stuffed piece of bread.
Eyeing the spot with a sigh, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"I suppose -that- is why you are an amateur."
With a confident wave, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You'll learn, don't you worry."
You feel uneasy.
You think:
"Why is he so vile?"
You think:
"I don't understand."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man nods, stepping back.
The squat, hook-nosed man strolls around you, wiggling his fingers in the air.
Drearily, leaking all over the ground, her elbow braced against a knee, chin atop her fist, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"You are a truly inspired man, Speaker."
You feel very unhappy and angry.
You think:
"He is so rude."
Brushing her hands off against each other, then touching her right one to her forehead, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says, in sirihish:
"I wonder if we'll get to have an actual meeting this week."
Shaking his head at her, the squat, hook-nosed man says to the slim, darkly-tanned young woman, in sirihish:
"Ah, you see, you and Speaker Tar are miscommunicating. He expected my last week, I believe."
Letting her hand drop, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"Oh, I thought they'd been moved. So Tar's not dead then?"
Clasping his hands, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Now! I -do- need to know what happened, to know the extent of your damage."
You feel cornered.
Her breath coming a little faster, as she starts to stammer, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"It was...it was..that is.."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the rugged, one-eyed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the rugged, one-eyed man:
"Can you come now, please?"
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman tilts her head to the side, her attention moving back to you.
The rugged, one-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I'll come real soon."
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man watches the proceedings observantly.
You send a telepathic message to the rugged, one-eyed man:
"Please? I'm at the temple. Numus is being...rather vile."
You think:
"I know I said I wouldn't say."
You think:
"But I changed my mind."
Snapping at the air, hands thrown up, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"You would gag at the wounds I've closed, the carcassess I've wrapped back in their floppy flesh, and each had -some- story to tell."
Glaring down at you, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"I hear it all, all the sad stories, oh yes. See the tears, the mourning, the grief, the shame...I simply don't care."
The rugged, one-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Numus? What's he doing?"
Hands on his wide hips, the squat, hook-nosed man says to you, in sirihish:
"But I -need- to know what damage occured."
Pushing a lock of dripping hair over one ear, nervous fingers of her free hand twisting into her sopping skirts, you say to the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"It was a knife."
You feel like throwing up.
Crooning, the squat, hook-nosed man asks you, in sirihish:
"Held by...?"
Looking closely, the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"It appears to... possibly self-inflicted."
Speaking up suddenly, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man, in sirihish:
"I don't think we have enough evidence to suppose that!"
You feel the air in her lungs close off.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"A curious wound, if not."
The rugged, one-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Saya? Are you..?"
You send a telepathic message to the rugged, one-eyed man:
"NO."
You feel like kicking Numus off the balcony.
With a nervous hiss, continuing to twist her skirts into knots, you ask, in sirihish:
"Do all these people need to be here?"
The squat, hook-nosed man sighs and wanders over to an amethyst waterfall, standing by the pool and wiggling his hands over the clear waters.
The rugged, one-eyed templar descends on a gust of billowing wind.
You dissolve the psychic link.
The rugged, one-eyed templar looks down at you.
The blind, wine-haired female's head turns towards the rugged, one-eyed templar's descent, though her sodden hair and skirts fail to flutter.
Glimpsing first, then double-taking and nearly falling over, the squat, hook-nosed man looks down at the rugged, one-eyed templar.
The slim, darkly-tanned young woman lifts her hand to steady her wide-brimmed, veiled black hat, the gust of wind stirring her clothing.
The sun-bronzed, teal-eyed man blinks as the rugged, one-eyed man appears, startled.
Scrambling into a bow, the squat, hook-nosed man exclaims to the rugged, one-eyed templar, in sirihish:
"My Great Lord! Apologies, I didn't see you there!"
You feel relieved.
You think:
"It isn't so bad now. He can ask me anything, now."
Looking past him to the skies beyond the balcony before bending in a deep bow, the slim, darkly-tanned young woman says to the rugged, one-eyed templar, in sirihish:
"Good... afternoon, Great Lord."
Glaring, the rugged, one-eyed templar asks the squat, hook-nosed man, in sirihish:
"I WASN' here until a moment ago. What's goin' on here?"
Twisting water out of handfuls of her soaking hair, you ask, in sirihish:
"Can I stand up yet?"