Original Submissions by Djamel of type 'Logs'
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The Legendary "War of the Hairs"
Added on Nov 30, 2008An Elkinhym bard lays out an elaborate performance, characteristic of his Circle's forte, ending up in mixed reactions and some words of advice to live by!
This extraordinarily short figure seems as if someone might have
physically compressed an average-sized human into half the size. Starting
from his accordian-like multiple-folded, dusky skin, this man looks like a
child dressed as an adult. His stunted body appears wider than normal, and
his wide-paced stance adds to this effect. His hands and legs are stocky,
and the fingers are stubby little appendages, which appear incapable of
bending, on first glance. A noticeable bulge is visible in the region of
his pelvis and his butt juts out excessively in proportion to his body, as
if more fat was squeezed into that particular area. His head sits atop his
short frame, connected by a thick neck. His facial features appear as if
they are pressed against a glass pane - puffed out cheeks and a sort of a
permanent smile plastered on his partially-open mouth. A thick, felt-like
five-'o'-clock beard covers his face, ending at the temples, contrasting his
bald-shaven and polished scalp. His dark skin is covered with soft, black
hair, engulfing his arms and a little of his hands, and also evident on the
exposed part of his shoulders and neck.
The swarthy, hairy midget is in excellent condition.<worn on head> a crimson, black-trimmed fez with a silver-dyed tassel
<worn across back> a bone-studded backpack
<worn on torso> a padded, numut-adorned black linen vest
<worn on arms> a pair of voluminous, ivory silk sleeves
<worn around wrist> a studded bone bracer
<worn around wrist> a studded bone bracer
<worn on hands> a pair of chitin-plated leather gloves
<primary hand> a dark-oiled, jade-headed cane
<secondary hand> a skull-topped baton
<forearms> a tattoo of three orange triangles
<worn as belt> an ebony pouched belt
<worn about waist> a tough, grey chitin codpiece
<worn on legs> a pair of vivid orange tights
<worn on feet> a pair of turned-toe, ebony silk shoesAt your table, you say in sirihish, wagging one finger towards the jutting-chinned youth:
"You know, if we get a couple of more patrons at the bar, I'll tell you the secret story....of the War of the Hairs....."
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At your table, the jutting-chinned youth says in southern-accented sirihish, rubbing his hands:
"Ahh, yes."
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At your table, the jutting-chinned youth says in southern-accented sirihish, to you:
"Tell it now, my friend!"
At your table, you say in sirihish, turning around and pointing a finger at the ropy, grey-skinned man:
"Well, Gull here will have to participate as well...."
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The blond half-elf has arrived from the south.
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The blond half-elf sits down at a black-painted bar.
The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf yawns as he sits back in his seat.
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The jutting-chinned youth gives a leather spice pouch to the ropy, grey-skinned man.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man has arrived from above.
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The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf looks up at the wiry, stony-eyed man.
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The Sun King's Sanctuary [NESWUD]
A polished, white marble floor covers the ground of this expansive
room, gleaming under the light of a large glass chandelier that hangs
overhead. A semi-circular bar, made of hard-grained wood painted a deep
black, extends from the eastern wall, several high-backed barstools sitting
around it. The walls of this room are brightly decorated, with several
elaborate paintings placed carefully for unobstructed view, and shelves
holding many exotic potted plants, blooming with bright red and white
flowers. Two large stained-glass windows, decorated with elaborate sun
symbols, adorn the northwest and southeast corners of the room.
Several decoratively carved tables fill this room, while a polished
leather couch nearly ten cords in length sprawls along the northern wall. A
stately spiral staircase sits in the center of the room, winding upwards
toward the common rooms of the second floor. The sounds of laughter and
music can be heard from a doorway along the western wall, while the scents
of cooked meat waft in from the east. A small, straight stairway sits along
the northern wall, ending at a slightly raised loft and a large carven
baobab door sits in the southern wall, leading out onto the North Road
outside.
The Tuluk bulletin board is here propped up on a stand.
The wiry, stony-eyed man is standing here.
The blond half-elf is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf is sitting at an intimate, dimly lit table.
The broad-shouldered, bulky man is here, roaming around.
The jutting-chinned youth is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The ropy, grey-skinned man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
A human Tuluki soldier is here, patrolling.
The short haired, heavy-set man stands here mug in-hand.
The tall, well-groomed man sits here on a plush couch.
The gaunt, black-haired man is here, leaning on the bar.
The long-haired, middle-aged man stands behind the counter.
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111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>The swarthy, hairy midget nods once towards the blond half-elf.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man shrugs.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man stumbles down the stairs, holding his head as he makes for a black-painted bar.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man sits down at a black-painted bar.
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The tiny, copper-skinned, auburn-haired woman has arrived from the north.
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>At your table, you say in sirihish, towards the blond half-elf:
"Oy Kali, I was just about to tell these guys my famous, War of the Hairs story...."
At your table, you say in sirihish, looking at the wiry, stony-eyed man:
"I think you've heard it before, right Jarihd?"
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The burly, sun-scorched man has arrived from the south, brushing past a giant pillar of stone at the entrance.
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The burly, sun-scorched man intently scans the area.
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Do I want to hear this?"
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At your table, the jutting-chinned youth says in southern-accented sirihish, a broad smile upon his lips:
"Tell it Ozymar! Quit stalling!"
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The burly, sun-scorched man looks over the crowds slowly, his fierce eyes sweeping the environs like a hawk does prey.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man puts a leather spice pouch inside a bone-studded backpack.
The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf looks at the ropy, grey-skinned man.
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>At your table, you say in sirihish, nodding:
"Alright, I think we have a good enough group to tell it now...."
Calling out, you say to the burly, sun-scorched man, in sirihish:
"Hey Adriean, come join us at the bar, I'm telling a secret story..."
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The Sun King's Sanctuary [NESWUD]
A polished, white marble floor covers the ground of this expansive
room, gleaming under the light of a large glass chandelier that hangs
overhead. A semi-circular bar, made of hard-grained wood painted a deep
black, extends from the eastern wall, several high-backed barstools sitting
around it. The walls of this room are brightly decorated, with several
elaborate paintings placed carefully for unobstructed view, and shelves
holding many exotic potted plants, blooming with bright red and white
flowers. Two large stained-glass windows, decorated with elaborate sun
symbols, adorn the northwest and southeast corners of the room.
Several decoratively carved tables fill this room, while a polished
leather couch nearly ten cords in length sprawls along the northern wall. A
stately spiral staircase sits in the center of the room, winding upwards
toward the common rooms of the second floor. The sounds of laughter and
music can be heard from a doorway along the western wall, while the scents
of cooked meat waft in from the east. A small, straight stairway sits along
the northern wall, ending at a slightly raised loft and a large carven
baobab door sits in the southern wall, leading out onto the North Road
outside.
The Tuluk bulletin board is here propped up on a stand.
The burly, sun-scorched man is standing here.
The tiny, copper-skinned, auburn-haired woman moves easily from table to table.
The wiry, stony-eyed man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The blond half-elf is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf is sitting at an intimate, dimly lit table.
The jutting-chinned youth is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The ropy, grey-skinned man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
A human Tuluki soldier is here, patrolling.
The short haired, heavy-set man stands here mug in-hand.
The tall, well-groomed man sits here on a plush couch.
The gaunt, black-haired man is here, leaning on the bar.
The long-haired, middle-aged man stands behind the counter.
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"This better be more cheerful then your bawdy tales"
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The jutting-chinned youth gestures invitingly to the burly, sun-scorched man.
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The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf looks up at the burly, sun-scorched man.
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You are getting hungry.
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At your table, the wiry, stony-eyed man says in northern-accented sirihish, shaking his head, his voice hoarse:
"Don't think I heard it, Ozymar. Do tell."
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The slim, golden-haired woman has arrived from the east.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man pushes off of a cushioned, black-painted barstool and rises to his feet.
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>nod jarihd
You nod to him.
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The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf gets a stiffly bristled armor brush from a fine pouched belt.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man turns from the bar over to an intimate, dimly lit table.
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the scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf scrubs at a pair of scrub-camouflaged, sandcloth sleeves, cleaning it.
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The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf puts a stiffly bristled armor brush inside a fine pouched belt.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man notices the scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf and turns to a highly polished table.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man sits down at a highly polished table.
At your table, you say in sirihish, rubbing his hands with glee:
"Alright folks, listen carefully, while I recount this secret....."
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The slim, golden-haired woman walks west.
At your table, you say in sirihish, slapping his hands together once and then opening both his palms:
"Have you ever heard....of the War of the Hairs?"
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The jutting-chinned youth shakes his head.
With dramatic flair, the swarthy, hairy midget squints one eye comically, and peers at the faces at the bar.
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Was that the fashion craze for black hair?"
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The blond half-elf grins.
At your table, you say in sirihish, shaking his head and continuing:
"No no, tis much.....much deeper than that Kali....."
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The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf pushes off of a high backed, cushioned chair and rises to his feet.
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The blond half-elf chuckles.
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The scarred, ashen-skinned half-elf walks south.
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"I will refrain for further comment"
At your table, you say in sirihish, raising one finger:
"Today, I will demonstrate before you all, right here on this bar.....how a pair of hair, will fight......nay....will conduct war with each other."
At your table, you say in sirihish, pointing to the ropy, grey-skinned man and the jutting-chinned youth:
"Since Corvin and Gull are nearest to me, they will be the volunteers....."
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The slim, golden-haired woman has arrived from the west.
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The jutting-chinned youth exclaims to the ropy, grey-skinned man, in southern-accented sirihish:
"Come, gull!"
The ropy, grey-skinned man pushes off of a high backed, cushioned chair and rises to his feet.
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>At your table, you say in sirihish, snapping his fingers:
"But....I still need the most important ingredients."
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The ropy, grey-skinned man turns towards the oad.
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The ropy, grey-skinned man stealthily moves south.
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At your table, the jutting-chinned youth says in southern-accented sirihish, glancing south:
"What the..."
The swarthy, hairy midget looks a little dumbfounded.
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The Sun King's Sanctuary [NESWUD]
A polished, white marble floor covers the ground of this expansive
room, gleaming under the light of a large glass chandelier that hangs
overhead. A semi-circular bar, made of hard-grained wood painted a deep
black, extends from the eastern wall, several high-backed barstools sitting
around it. The walls of this room are brightly decorated, with several
elaborate paintings placed carefully for unobstructed view, and shelves
holding many exotic potted plants, blooming with bright red and white
flowers. Two large stained-glass windows, decorated with elaborate sun
symbols, adorn the northwest and southeast corners of the room.
Several decoratively carved tables fill this room, while a polished
leather couch nearly ten cords in length sprawls along the northern wall. A
stately spiral staircase sits in the center of the room, winding upwards
toward the common rooms of the second floor. The sounds of laughter and
music can be heard from a doorway along the western wall, while the scents
of cooked meat waft in from the east. A small, straight stairway sits along
the northern wall, ending at a slightly raised loft and a large carven
baobab door sits in the southern wall, leading out onto the North Road
outside.
The Tuluk bulletin board is here propped up on a stand.
The slim, golden-haired woman is here moving about the room.
The burly, sun-scorched man is standing here.
The wiry, stony-eyed man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The blond half-elf is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The jutting-chinned youth is sitting at a black-painted bar.
A human Tuluki soldier is here, patrolling.
The short haired, heavy-set man stands here mug in-hand.
The tall, well-groomed man sits here on a plush couch.
The gaunt, black-haired man is here, leaning on the bar.
The long-haired, middle-aged man stands behind the counter.
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The burly, sun-scorched man glances to a black-painted bar, grunting as he shakes his head dizzily.
At your table, you say in sirihish, shaking his head:
"What a strange man....."
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Don't try to include me.."
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The burly, sun-scorched man walks over to a black-painted bar, taking a seat at the end of the long bar.
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The burly, sun-scorched man sits down at a black-painted bar.
You ask the burly, sun-scorched man, in sirihish:
"Adriean, you going to join us then?"
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>You nod.
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"I ain't getting hairy with no one.."
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The jutting-chinned youth grins.
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At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Alright then, I'll need a new set of volunteers, Corvin and Jarihd should suffice."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"And now, the most important ingredients of this secret tale....."
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At your table, the burly, sun-scorched man says in tribal-accented sirihish, as he sinks into the bar lazily:
"I'm here ain' I?"
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I will need two hairs, of different colours."
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>The swarthy, hairy midget turns to stare at the blond half-elf's blond hair.
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Not a chance"
At your table, the jutting-chinned youth says in southern-accented sirihish:
"Come now, Kali. It's only fun."
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>At your table, you say in sirihish, extending one hand, with a mock look of pleading:
"Just a single strand Kali?"
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At your table, the blond half-elf says in northern-accented sirihish:
"I don't like this.."
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The blond half-elf pushes off of a cushioned, black-painted barstool and rises to her feet.
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The blond half-elf walks south.
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The burly, sun-scorched man glances out to the road, sniggering.
At your table, you say in sirihish, spreading his palms in resignation, accompanied with laughter:
"Krath, folks are mighty nervous about a story."
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The Sun King's Sanctuary [NESWUD]
A polished, white marble floor covers the ground of this expansive
room, gleaming under the light of a large glass chandelier that hangs
overhead. A semi-circular bar, made of hard-grained wood painted a deep
black, extends from the eastern wall, several high-backed barstools sitting
around it. The walls of this room are brightly decorated, with several
elaborate paintings placed carefully for unobstructed view, and shelves
holding many exotic potted plants, blooming with bright red and white
flowers. Two large stained-glass windows, decorated with elaborate sun
symbols, adorn the northwest and southeast corners of the room.
Several decoratively carved tables fill this room, while a polished
leather couch nearly ten cords in length sprawls along the northern wall. A
stately spiral staircase sits in the center of the room, winding upwards
toward the common rooms of the second floor. The sounds of laughter and
music can be heard from a doorway along the western wall, while the scents
of cooked meat waft in from the east. A small, straight stairway sits along
the northern wall, ending at a slightly raised loft and a large carven
baobab door sits in the southern wall, leading out onto the North Road
outside.
The Tuluk bulletin board is here propped up on a stand.
The burly, sun-scorched man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The wiry, stony-eyed man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The jutting-chinned youth is sitting at a black-painted bar.
A human Tuluki soldier is here, patrolling.
The short haired, heavy-set man stands here mug in-hand.
The tall, well-groomed man sits here on a plush couch.
The gaunt, black-haired man is here, leaning on the bar.
The long-haired, middle-aged man stands behind the counter.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man smirks, reaching up to pluck a strand of silky black hair from his head without a wince.
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At your table, the jutting-chinned youth says in southern-accented sirihish, glaring south:
"Hmm...no fun."
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At your table, the wiry, stony-eyed man says in northern-accented sirihish:
"My hairs are probably hung over, like I am."
At your table, you say in sirihish, nodding as he looks at the wiry, stony-eyed man:
"Alright we have one black hair...."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Now we need one other color"
The swarthy, hairy midget looks at the jutting-chinned youth and then to the burly, sun-scorched man.
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The jutting-chinned youth pushes off of a cushioned, black-painted barstool and rises to his feet.
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The jutting-chinned youth walks up.
The swarthy, hairy midget looks disappointed and sighs, rolling his eyes.
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Damnit, now I'll have to wait until we have a couple of more people, to recount the tale."
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At your table, the wiry, stony-eyed man says in northern-accented sirihish, laughing softly:
"People are strange, man. I'm all curious now, though."
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>At your table, you say in sirihish, towards the wiry, stony-eyed man:
"I apologize for having you pluck out your hair in vain Jarihd."
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The burly, sun-scorched man plucks a curly brown strand from his arm, passing it to you.
Through gritted teeth, the swarthy, hairy midget breathes in, nodding thoughtfully.
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The burly, sun-scorched man grunts as he wipes at his arm, shaking his head.
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"ALright, I guess we can do this between the three of us....."
At your table, you say in sirihish, passing the hair back to the burly, sun-scorched man:
"Here Adriean, you hang on to that hair, while I set it up."
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The burly, sun-scorched man holds up the ugly curly dark folicle, frowning.
At your table, you say in sirihish, raising one finger:
"THe two of you must promise to me, that you will not recount this tale to anyone....as it is one of my specialities."
At your table, you say in sirihish, towards the long-haired, middle-aged bartender:
"Some wine please Clint....."
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At your table, the wiry, stony-eyed man says in northern-accented sirihish, chuckling:
"You have my promise."
The swarthy, hairy midget gives many coins to the long-haired, middle-aged bartender in exchange for a goblet of jaluar-wine.
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At your table, the burly, sun-scorched man says in tribal-accented sirihish, snorting as he leans back into the bar with a grin:
"Fuck that. I'll tell whoever I want."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Now, watch closely, as we get into the details..."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I'll spill the wine here, on the bar, and make a small puddle...."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Each of you, will then, at my signal, slip in your hairs, from opposite sides."
At your table, you say in sirihish, snapping his fingers theatrically:
"You will then observe.....to your astonishment...."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"THe hairs will first be attracted to each other, and meet each other in the center....."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"And then, suddenly, they will repel each other, declaring war!"
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The burly, sun-scorched man watches you in sombre silence.
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The burly, sun-scorched man frowns thoughtfully, scratching his head as he holds the hair in his fingers.
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The burly, sun-scorched man frowns thoughtfully, scratching his head as he holds the hair in his fingers.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man watches you, furrowing his brow curiously.
Mutely, the swarthy, hairy midget pours some wine from the goblet, then pausing, and then pouring some more, to add to the spill.
The swarthy, hairy midget nods once in satisfaction.
At your table, you say in sirihish, raising one finger each, on either side of the barstool:
"Alright gentlemen, when I give the signal, slip in your hairs."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Gather in closely, so that you may observe their motion...."
Nodding, the swarthy, hairy midget flips his fingers, signalling to the wiry, stony-eyed man and the burly, sun-scorched man.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man holds his hand with his strand of hair ready, leaning in close to you and slipping it in at the signal.
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The burly, sun-scorched man moves in close to you, hunkering over.
At your table, you say in sirihish, beckoning with his hands:
"Come close now, peer into the puddle so you can observe the hairs...."
At your table, you say in sirihish, in an excited shrill:
"Look....look.....they float towards each other.....LOOK...."
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The burly, sun-scorched man watches his hair and the wiry, stony-eyed man's hair float in the wine.
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Frowning as he watches, the burly, sun-scorched man says, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"What the.."
The swarthy, hairy midget leans backwards slightly, allowing the wiry, stony-eyed man and the burly, sun-scorched man to observe closely.
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The very tall male wearing a dusty thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap has arrived from the south.
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The tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba has arrived from the south.
At your table, you say in sirihish, with dramatic flare:
"And now, in just a moment, the War will begin!"
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The tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba sits down at a long, white painted table.
As both the wiry, stony-eyed man and the burly, sun-scorched man lean in over the puddle, the swarthy, hairy midget slaps the wine with an open palm, lettingthe wine splash all over their faces.
The swarthy, hairy midget lets our a roar of laughter as the wine drenches the wiry, stony-eyed man's and the burly, sun-scorched man faces.
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A deep frown settles on the burly, sun-scorched man's face as wine sluices down his face and drips onto the bar.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man licks his lips, trying to catch as much wine as possible as he laughs.
At your table, you say in sirihish, licking his lip with a sly, mirthful grin:
"And that my friends....is the famous, War of the Hairs!"
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Lunging forward and careening into a barmaid, the burly, sun-scorched man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"You bastard!"
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Grinning, the wiry, stony-eyed man says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"You had me all the way, you short little bastard. That was brilliant."
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The burly, sun-scorched man knocks over a stool and a set of drinks, collapsing over himself clumsily and crashing to the floor.
111/111H 114/114S 110/119M:walking:sitting>Patting both the wiry, stony-eyed man's and the burly, sun-scorched man's backs playfully, the swarthy, hairymidget nods, still laughing.
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Idly, the tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba asks, in northern-accented sirihish:
"so where did the hair end up?"
You say to the burly, sun-scorched man, in sirihish:
"Allow me to make amends, and buy the two of you a drink."
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The very tall male wearing a dusty thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap runs up.
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The Sun King's Sanctuary [NESWUD]
A polished, white marble floor covers the ground of this expansive
room, gleaming under the light of a large glass chandelier that hangs
overhead. A semi-circular bar, made of hard-grained wood painted a deep
black, extends from the eastern wall, several high-backed barstools sitting
around it. The walls of this room are brightly decorated, with several
elaborate paintings placed carefully for unobstructed view, and shelves
holding many exotic potted plants, blooming with bright red and white
flowers. Two large stained-glass windows, decorated with elaborate sun
symbols, adorn the northwest and southeast corners of the room.
Several decoratively carved tables fill this room, while a polished
leather couch nearly ten cords in length sprawls along the northern wall. A
stately spiral staircase sits in the center of the room, winding upwards
toward the common rooms of the second floor. The sounds of laughter and
music can be heard from a doorway along the western wall, while the scents
of cooked meat waft in from the east. A small, straight stairway sits along
the northern wall, ending at a slightly raised loft and a large carven
baobab door sits in the southern wall, leading out onto the North Road
outside.
The Tuluk bulletin board is here propped up on a stand.
The tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba is sitting at a long, white painted table.
The burly, sun-scorched man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
The wiry, stony-eyed man is sitting at a black-painted bar.
A human Tuluki soldier is here, patrolling.
The short haired, heavy-set man stands here mug in-hand.
The tall, well-groomed man sits here on a plush couch.
The gaunt, black-haired man is here, leaning on the bar.
The long-haired, middle-aged man stands behind the counter.
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The burly, sun-scorched man brushes some dust off his knees, cursing up at the barmaid.
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As he mops his face, the burly, sun-scorched man says, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"You played a trick..I think a -few- drinks will do to make amends.."
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The burly, sun-scorched man pushes off of a cushioned, black-painted barstool and rises to his feet.
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The burly, sun-scorched man cleans his face and arm, glaring over at you.
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The wiry, stony-eyed man wipes his face with the sleeve of his cloak, still chuckling.
You say, in sirihish:
"Krath mate, you dune folks are mighty uppity....relax and sit back down."
Ushering the burly, sun-scorched man's back to the bar, you say, in sirihish:
"It was but a joke...."
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Waving a hand as he stalks off, the burly, sun-scorched man says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Bah. We cut throat over jokes."
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Pushing a few patrons from his path, the burly, sun-scorched man walks south.
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The tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba pushes off of a carved, wooden chair and rises to her feet.
At your table, you say in sirihish, shaking his head:
"What a surly bunch......"
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The tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba smiles impishly.
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At your table, the wiry, stony-eyed man says in northern-accented sirihish, snickering:
"You should keep that one for folks with good humor, Ozymar."
At your table, you say in sirihish, nodding at the wiry, stony-eyed man:
"I swear to Utep, thats the first time I've had that reaction...."
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The tall figure in a hooded, brown military aba says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Best be careful.. a mime is a terrible thing to waste.."
The swarthy, hairy midget barks out a loud laugh!
This extraordinarily short figure seems as if someone might have
physically compressed an average-sized human into half the size. Starting
from his accordian-like multiple-folded, dusky skin, this man looks like a
child dressed as an adult. His stunted body appears wider than normal, and
his...
Continue Reading...Songs of the Ghost of Gol Krathu
Added on Nov 30, 2008An undertuluki "patron" has hired a pair of Poet's Circle bards, to formulate songs about what can only be called an "urban legend" of Tuluk. The bards gather to give him a private performance of their creations.
A Secluded Alcove [S]
Separated from the main room by a curtain of beaded fringe, this booth
provides a small measure of privacy. The haze of sweet spice smoke mixed
with the exotic seasonings of the food combine in an aroma that is almost
intoxicating by itself. Benches made of thickly stuffed, dun-colored tandu
leather line each side of this booth and a sturdy table made of thick cylini
planks stands between them. The walls behind the benches are covered with a
worn sandcloth tapestry depicting a raging sandstorm on one side and a wagon
caravan on the other. Hanging from the wall in between is the bleached
skull of some large grasslands creature.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf is standing here.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman is standing here.The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf moves to a baobab booth.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman closes the curtain.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf sits on a baobab booth, plopping down.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf asks, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Aright... which one of ya wanna go first?"The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman looks down at you.
Grinning, you ask, in sirihish:
"Ladies first?"The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf nods.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf shifts his attention to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman.
Shrugging her shoulders, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Why not."The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman opens a battered, hard-shelled leather instrument case.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman gets a simple gith-skull drum from a battered, hard-shelled leather instrument case.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman closes a battered, hard-shelled leather instrument case.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman holds a simple gith-skull drum.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"At first I came up with something rather elaborate, then I realized that most people probably wouldn't understand the allusions, and it would be more difficult to remember."The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"And then I scrapped that in favor of something a little more direct and simple."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf rests both his hands on the head of his bone-pommeled agafari cane, centering it in front of himself as he nods.
The swarthy, hairy midget moves away from the center of the alcove, making space for the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman.
Thumping her fingers against the taut hide covering her simple gith-skull drum, producing a light, catchy rhythm, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman sings, in northern-accented sirihish:
"It's guaranteed you'll never meet...Someone else quite as discrete..."Punctuating her words periodically with a slightly harder strike against her simple gith-skull drum's skin, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman sings, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Sure and true of foot is he... He does not want, you will not see..."The swarthy, hairy midget taps his foot, following the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman's tune, without interfering in the performance.
Slapping her palm flatly against her simple gith-skull drum to produce a deeper sound, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman sings, in northern-accented sirihish:
"When business comes, and you're in need... Just seek the Ghost and then take heed..."Thumping the tips of her fingers lightly against her simple gith-skull drum again, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman sings, in northern-accented sirihish:
"He'll help you for a modest fee...And fit your needs right to a tee..."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf quietly bobs his head to the beat as he watches the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman play.
Tapping out a more staccato rhythm against her simple gith-skull drum, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman sings, in northern-accented sirihish:
"His Dead can also service you...He is the Ghost of Gol Krathu..."her Simple gith-skull drum thudding dully as she slaps her open palm against it, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman sings, in northern-accented sirihish:
"When business comes, and you're in need...Just seek the Ghost, and then take heed."Resting her hand against her simple gith-skull drum's skin to silence it, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman bows her head.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf smiles as his hands clap together very slowly.
The swarthy, hairy midget waits for the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf to react and then joins in the clapping.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Short, to the point."The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman opens a battered, hard-shelled leather instrument case.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman puts a simple gith-skull drum inside a battered, hard-shelled leather instrument case.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman closes a battered, hard-shelled leather instrument case.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf nods a few times, shifting his gaze to you.
The swarthy, hairy midget nods silently, moving into the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman's spot.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman steps aside.
With a wide grin, the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Yer on shorty."Clearing his throat, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Pleasure!"The swarthy, hairy midget breathes in, closing his eyes for a moment.
In a soft, hiss of a tone, expanding his chest as he takes in a breath, you say, in sirihish:
"Dark as deepest shade of night,"You say, in sirihish:
"His very presence met with fright,"Raising a finger, you say, in sirihish:
"Stalking those who carry a light,"Smiling, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Never known to loose a fight!"Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
"People dont know when he's near,"You say, in sirihish:
"Always thinking of him with fear,"You say, in sirihish:
"Killing ones that we hold dear,"You say, in sirihish:
"Never has his eyes felt tear."In a hushed tone now, you say, in sirihish:
"Assassin, whose name is lost,"You say, in sirihish:
"His love for the "game" never exhaust,"You say, in sirihish:
"For the thrill-of-the-kill, caring most,"The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf nods slowly as he regards you.
With narrowed, menacing eyes, chanting now, you say, in sirihish:
"Emotionless, fallen Ghost."You say, in sirihish:
"The Ghost of Gol Krathu is his name,"You say, in sirihish:
"And his band following in his fame,"You say, in sirihish:
"The Dead calling out in his name,"You say, in sirihish:
"Your life, death? Never will be the same."In a chanting tone now singing the chorus, you sing, in sirihish:
"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,"You sing, in sirihish:
"The Ghost and his Dead have never been denied,"You sing, in sirihish:
"Whether in Tuluk topside or underside,"Bowing as he spreads his ends, you sing, in sirihish:
"Your only way out is to be with him allied!"The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf grins, chuckling mildly to himself.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf pinches his chin, glancing at the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman thoughtfully.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf shifts his gaze from the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman back to you.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Hmm... both are real good."The swarthy, hairy midget smirks at the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I liked both."Glancing at the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"But I liked your's just a little bit more."Hopping down, the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf stands up from a baobab booth.
Her dark brows rising, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Oh... Thank you."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf exclaims, in northern-accented sirihish:
"But!"The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I think I'm gunna use both songs."Chuckling, you exclaim to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in sirihish:
"Ahhhh, here's the But!"The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf asks, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Either of you willing to perform it?"Looking to you, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"A very big But indeed."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I'll pay for each performance."The swarthy, hairy midget laughs heartily, twisting around to glance down at his butt.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman nods.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf reaches under his his hooded, sandy-brown dustcloak, pulling two large pouches from his ebony pouched belt.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf gives some coins to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Thank you."Accepting the pouch, you say to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in sirihish:
"Generous of you mate, I appreciate it."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"That's including the original fee, I don't think I paid you fer that."Hefting the pouch in his hand, you ask the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in sirihish:
"What do you propose to pay for live performances Driggs?"With a shake of your head, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in northern-accented sirihish:
"No, I just assumed you were going to give it at once."The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman opens a bone-framed, double strapped coin belt.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I got some business, we'll talk about preformaces later when I get some things figured out."The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman puts a pile of allanaki coins inside a bone-framed, double strapped coin belt.
The swarthy, hairy midget nods and raises your dark-oiled, jade-headed cane, touching it to his forehead.The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Ok, you don't have to perform it. Just asking ya if you're willing to perform it"The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I'll take that as a no."The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I can arrange for it to be sung in public occasionally by others as well."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Oh? that sounds excellent."A smile touching her lips, the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I've a few friends who love to do street performance."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says to the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Good, that'd work well."You say to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in sirihish:
"And with both Tammani and me, and some other street performers all doing it, no one will trace it...."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"We'll talk about it later, I'm sure you two got things to go to and such, I won't keep ya."You say to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in sirihish:
"Aye, till later then."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf shrugs his stocky shoulders.
The svelte, loreshi-tressed woman says to the wrinkly, long-armed dwarf, in northern-accented sirihish:
"It has been a pleasure."The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf nods to you and the svelte, loreshi-tressed woman.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf moves to the curtain.
The wrinkly, long-armed dwarf walks south.
A Secluded Alcove [S]
Separated from the main room by a curtain of beaded fringe, this booth
provides a small measure of privacy. The haze of sweet spice smoke mixed
with the exotic seasonings of the food combine in an aroma that is almost
intoxicating by itself. Benches made of thickly...
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