MaraJade tells the group 'HI! Welcome just a reminder no cross-race info'



*>

Shimmer dances around with Dorn.



*>grin



Vale falls down laughing.

MaraJade giggles.



*>
You grin evilly.



*>

Shimmer giggles at Vale's silly antics.



*>

Zaber says 'who got the best eq here`?!?'



*>

MaraJade says 'kinky'



*>

Dorn snickers softly.



*>

Vale dismounts from Zaber, and stops riding him.



*>

MaraJade says 'I had to flag the room dark indoor for the troll :P'



*>

Puar shapeshifts: I'll give you a hint, haze...



*>

Turd thinks: wanna go smob some?



*>

Vanidor tells the group 'ah, got to love group tell :)'



*>

Shriek speaks:   Not you Zaber!



*>

A clock counts down till New Years 2001.



*>

Turd pokes Zaber in the ribs.

Puar shapeshifts: you used to drool over me



*>

Turd giggles.



*>

Puar nods to himself. Must need some reassurance...



*>

Shimmer ponders life, the universe, and everything.



*>t vanidor heh

Ok.



*>l

The Drunken Ainur

  A long oaken bar dominates the room. 

It has a smooth granite top. A fine yet

worn bar stool sits behind the counter. 

   Cut into the wood is the name of

      Sprocket, the bartender to 

      the gods. Stools of various

          heights run the length

             of the spirit 

                stained 

               countertop 

              leading one 

               to believe 

                all are 

                welcome.

                This is 

           however an illusion 

         as this mystical place 

        of intoxication caters to a

       select clientel of sometimes 

    jovial other times vehement immortals. 

A ring, with a runic inscription. It looks very old.

Dorn the Ainu, wielding an engraved lag hammer, is standing here.

Puar the Man, wielding a longsword, is standing here.

Turd the Troll is standing here.

Shimmer the Black Numenorean, wielding a dagger, is standing here.

Vale the Orc is standing here.

Shriek the Black Numenorean, wielding a dark broadsword, is standing here.

Vanidor the Ainu, wielding a dragonshaped staff, is standing here.

MaraJade the Ainu is standing here.

Zaber the Half-Elf, wielding an ornate, steel-shafted warhammer, is resting

here.



*>

Dorn says ':P tis a party, who cares about eq? ;)'



*>

Dorn tickles Zaber.



*>

MaraJade tells the group 'you know you love any *group* activities'



*>

Puar licks Shimmer.



*>

Shriek speaks:   Puar's in this room!



*>

Saving Wildue.



*>

Shimmer giggles.



*>t marajade :)

Ok.



*>

Shriek speaks:   Gotta be!



*>

Shimmer smiles viciously.



*>

Dorn says 'why?'



*>

Puar shapeshifts: groupmee...



*>

Shriek speaks:   It is.



*>

Shriek chuckles politely.



*>sa gotta luv newbies!!

Ok.



*>

Shimmer purs: gropu other *man*?



*>pat self



Turd thinks: this is the best thing that ever happened to mume



*>
You pat yourself on your head, very reassuring.



*>

Turd giggles.



*>info

You are a male Harfoot.

You are 32 years old. It's your birthday today!

You have played no time (real time).

This ranks you as Wildue the Hobbit Apprentice (level 1).

You are two feet six and weigh three stone and eleven pounds.

Perception: vision 35, hearing 25, smell 10. Alertness: normal.

You are a well-meaning person, always glad to help your friends.

You are welcome in the Grey Havens.

You are carrying twenty-five pounds of equipment. A tad uncomfortable, but no

problem.

Your base abilities are: Str:15 Int:10 Wis:7 Dex:20 Con:12 Wil:12 Per:19.

Offensive Bonus: 18%, Dodging Bonus: 46%, Parrying Bonus: 9%.

Your armour protects 2% of your body.

You have 39/39 hit, 59/59 mana, and 106/106 movement points.

Your mood is wimpy. 
You will fight to the death.

You have scored 1 experience points and you have 0 travel points.

You are not known for any acts of war.

You need 999 exp. points and 0 travel points to reach the next level.

You have 5 silver pennies and 56 copper pennies.

You are speaking Westron.

You are intoxicated.





*** Return: continue, b: back one page, r: redisplay, q:quit (94%) *** 

MaraJade narrates 'anyone else for the party (both sides of war)'



*** Return: continue, b: back one page, r: redisplay, q:quit (94%) *** 

You are subjected to the following temporary effects:

- novoid



*>

Turd pokes Puar in the ribs.



*>

Puar nods in agreement with Turd.



*>sa my dwarf is "flanker" btw :)

Ok.



*>

Shriek speaks:   Puar!  Puar!  Poop-poop-puar!



*>

Thoen narrates 'Sure!'



*>sa shoulda played him longer

Ok.



*>

Puar says '1,  0%,  #Shimmer'



*>

Puar licks Shimmer.



*>

A clock counts down till New Years 2001.



*>

Shimmer purs: HEY



*>

Shimmer sniffs sadly.



*>

Shriek speaks:   That's from when she died I bet.



*>

Shimmer purs: oh well you aint special:)



*>

Shriek ponders life, the universe, and everything.



*>whois shimmer

Shimmer is a level eighteen Black Numenorean Sage.





*>

Puar nods solemnly.



*>

Shriek speaks:   At Bree gates.



*>

Thoen arrives from a puff of smoke.



*>

Shriek speaks:   WIthout you hitting



*>

Puar nods solemnly.



*>

Shriek smiles viciously at Thoen.



*>

MaraJade says 'no names'



*>