Babbling, not Rambling
"You know, I still have that same glass [of bourbon]. I keep it for bite wounds, mainly Shaquina and Voudoo." - Sammeal
Everyone's favorite glandular-disordered Dark Elf has finally provided enough material that a page all his own is in order. Proceed.
"I need to get a life size tattoo of myself on my back in case I forget what I look like." "You think, Sammeal?" "Far from it, Juspera." - Sammeal and me
The Weasel
The weasel is a fine animal and seems quite friendly.
It is injured.
[Sammeal's Home]
A stained old mattress and an overturned tea chest rest upon the bug-covered
linden floor of this tiny hovel. A squat black iron brazier, a stuffed giant
rat hanging above it, sits at the edge of the cotton rug covering the floor.
Rough-hewn oak walls enclose the area, holding in its strong smell of mildew.
You also see a weasel (dead), a broken circular window, a stark felwood bench
that is facing the chest and a warped scrap metal door.
Also here: Tillmen.
Obvious exits: none
You blink.
The weasel is a fine animal and seems quite friendly.
It is injured.
You roll around on the floor with your weasel.
A weasel decays into compost.
Tillmen blinks at you.
Tillmen whispers, "Send it to Juspera!"
(Sammeal says: "We decided to find out whether I could sacrifice it. It turns out I can't. Then we decided to find out whether its fur was conductive. It turns out it is.")
Meat and mayhem
A thick slab of raw meat whizzes through the air and smacks Morandas on the head with a *SPLAT!* A huge half ogre stomps in, retrieves it with a brutish grin, then stomps back up the steps.
You hear a throaty voice say, "Hawhaw!" from up the steps.
A throaty voice from up the steps says, "Naw, me goin on break! Meeeat!" Stomps shake the ground abruptly afterward.
A loud, gruff half-ogre voice reverberates from up the steps, "Bubba say be quiet! No makems loud noise. Upsets Bubba's digestion."
And later...
You say, "I'm not frightened of him. It's not as though I have some cowardly fear of soul thieving what-have-yous with the fairest hand with a scythe I've ever seen."
You say, "I merely felt it was most dramatic to refuse him from a reasonable distance."
You stare at nothing in particular.
A scythe's blade swings out of the shadows and chops off a single hair off of Sammeal's head before receding into the darkness.
You say, "Eep"
You hear the voice of Waldren say, "That wasn't me."
(Sammeal holds very still.)
You say, "I'd really rather that were you, Waldren."
You hear the voice of Waldren say, "Oh."
Waldren leaps from hiding to attack!
Waldren swings a ruby-hilted silvery rolaren longsword at you!
AS: +10 vs DS: +362 with AvD: +41 + d100 roll: +70 = -241
A clean miss.
Waldren flashes a wide grin.
You say, "Thank you, Waldren."
You say, "I feel much better knowing that was you."
You hear the voice of Waldren exclaim, "I do what I can!"
Phase omega
You concentrate on the Phase spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at a large black tent.
Suddenly you notice the form of the tent dim slightly and become less
substantial. You quickly step through, and looking back, you notice the tent
has become solid again.
[Death]
All you see is darkness and a shimmering void.
Obvious paths: out.
>whine
How can they be so mean to you?!
Collaboration with a known goofball
Balinworn grasps his leg with both hands and flips backwards, heels over head two times, and lands gracefully on both feet, brandishing his leg with flair!
Balinworn grasps his arm with both hands and flips backwards, heels over head one time, but while attempting another flip, Balinworn flails about in the air and lands awkwardly.
Now if only we had a gornar plated carp's tongue...
Success at last! Sammeal now presents Phoen's gift to women:
Balinworn sticks out his tongue.
Balinworn grasps his tongue with both hands and does a lame little cartwheel.
Balinworn grasps his tongue with both hands and flips backwards, heels over head two times, and lands gracefully on both feet, brandishing his tongue with flair!
Sammeal says: Juspera! You must put this on your site!
The following is a post made in response to the idea that the RR wizard's guild be built at the bottom of the ravine
Category Towns and Neighborhoods (13)
Topic River's Rest (2)
Message Re: Suggestion for the wizard guild (5590)
By MPOHA@PLAY.NET (Sammeal)
On Apr 19, 2001 at 13:55
I can picture it now.
[Wizard's Guild, Main Hall]
The Main Hall of the Wizard's Guild lies stretched out before you, like some
sort of opulent fever-dream. Hideously tasteless but very expensive looking
tapestries line the walls, behind unimpressive suits of full leather that
look to be more padding than anything else. The floor is solid ora, and probably
cost more than half of Tamzyrr. Fourteen hopscotch courts have been crudely
drawn on it with chalk. Ridiculously ornate and filigreed oil lamps are attached
to the wall, but cast very little light because the filigree gets in the
way. The only part of the room which strikes you as not being both ridiculously
costly and tasteless is the ceiling, which is built of simple plaster, and
seems to have been repaired countless times. Light streams into the room
from four large holes in it.
Also in the room: Guildmaster Lightninghead, a sleeping and rotund halfling
guard, and a lanky youth.
You also see a solid gold door, a solid silver door, and a massive vultite
portcullis.
Obvious exits: None.
look guard
The guard is an extremely fat halfling, who is sleeping in his wicker chair. A large number of tart crumbs adorn his violently yellow and blue livery.
look youth
The lanky youth seems extremely bored, and is, for no readily apparent reason, carrying a shovel and a mop.
look hole
The four holes in the ceiling are quite as large as a giantman, and seem roughly oblong in shape. Through them, you can see a bridge high in the air above the Guild.
frown
You frown.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoes through the hall. White dust and flakes of plaster wend their way through the air on their journey from ceiling to floor.
Guildmaster Lightninghead sighs and shakes his head.
Guildmaster Lightninghead says, "Boy, get to work."
The lanky youth mutters something you can't quite catch, and goes through the portcullis to the outside world with a scowl.
wait
...time drags on by.
RoundTime 2 seconds.
tap
You tap your foot impatiently.
The youth returns.
A lanky youth says, "Guildmaster, Lord Higuchi has arrived, and is awaiting an audience with you from atop the minaret on which he is presently impaled. He asks that you bring a white flask."
Guildmaster Lightninghead mutters something you don't quite catch.
--Sammeal
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