Your mind suddenly receives a searing jolt! You hear a brief babble of Draksyth's thoughts as the pain fades away.
Your jadeite gwethdesuan shatters!
Your kyanite gwethdesuan shatters!
so I find him....
As your journey ends, you gaze out at your new surroundings.
[Town Hall, Genealogy Office]
Motes of dust drifting gracefully through muted shafts of light intertwine with the smell of old parchment. A barrier of desks, dull with age and use, straddles the room to create a counter between the public and the clerk whose job it is to maintain the records of the province and handle citizens' requests. Elegantly illuminated genealogical charts framed in rosewood hang behind the clerk's counter. A parchment labeled "Sorvendig" in swirling gilt lettering is the only chart legible from here. You also see a young wolf that is sitting, a meticulously dressed office clerk and an oak door.
Also here: Sir Korsik, Slasher Athalos, Nature's Fury Yuoree, Master of the House Draksyth, Public Menace Fintrial, Tenacious Gothus, Silver Tongue Kalyssia who is kneeling, Legionnaire Zaeylor.
Obvious exits: none.
H>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
HR>
The bandages binding Yuoree's abdomen soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.
H>
Yuoree works carefully at tending his wounded abdomen.
H>
Public Menace Fintrial went through an oak door.
H>
Zaeylor gestures.
H>
Zaeylor's eyes narrow and briefly appear to have flames within them. Without warning, a sudden blaze of heat and elemental fury surrounds Zaeylor, leaving her momentarily enshrouded within a column of blazing flames!
H>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
H>
Kalyssia gives Yuoree some coins.
H>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
H>
The clerk cackles loudly while using his quill to scratch out an entry in his record book.
Shaking Yuoree's hand, the clerk says, "Well done Yuoree! You must feel a bit less burdened without that name."
H>aim draks
Your battle bow isn't loaded! <
(oops!!)
H>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
H>
You feel fully rested.
H>
Yuoree appears to be writing on the adoption license.
H>
Draksyth stops teaching.
H>
Yuoree offers Gothus a name adoption license.
H>l
[Town Hall, Genealogy Office]
Motes of dust drifting gracefully through muted shafts of light intertwine with the smell of old parchment. A barrier of desks, dull with age and use, straddles the room to create a counter between the public and the clerk whose job it is to maintain the records of the province and handle citizens' requests. Elegantly illuminated genealogical charts framed in rosewood hang behind the clerk's counter. A parchment labeled "Sorvendig" in swirling gilt lettering is the only chart legible from here. You also see a young wolf that is sitting, a meticulously dressed office clerk and an oak door.
Also here: Sir Korsik, Slasher Athalos, Nature's Fury Yuoree, Master of the House Draksyth, Tenacious Gothus, Silver Tongue Kalyssia who is kneeling, Legionnaire Zaeylor.
Obvious exits: none.
H>
Zaeylor gestures.
H>
Zaeylor's eyes narrow and briefly appear to have flames within them. Without warning, a sudden blaze of heat and elemental fury surrounds Zaeylor, leaving her momentarily enshrouded within a column of blazing flames!
H>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
H>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
H>
Public Menace Fintrial came through an oak door.
H>
Fintrial joins Zaeylor's group.
H>
Zaeylor gestures.
H>
Zaeylor's eyes narrow and briefly appear to have flames within them. Without warning, a sudden blaze of heat and elemental fury surrounds Zaeylor, leaving her momentarily enshrouded within a column of blazing flames!
H>rub my plat ring
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
H>
You rub a wide platinum ring bearing the crest of the Ranger Guild.
You feel yourself flash invisible.
IH>l
[Town Hall, Genealogy Office]
Motes of dust drifting gracefully through muted shafts of light intertwine with the smell of old parchment. A barrier of desks, dull with age and use, straddles the room to create a counter between the public and the clerk whose job it is to maintain the records of the province and handle citizens' requests. Elegantly illuminated genealogical charts framed in rosewood hang behind the clerk's counter. A parchment labeled "Sorvendig" in swirling gilt lettering is the only chart legible from here. You also see a young wolf that is sitting, a meticulously dressed office clerk and an oak door.
Also here: Public Menace Fintrial, Sir Korsik, Slasher Athalos, Nature's Fury Yuoree, Master of the House Draksyth, Tenacious Gothus, Silver Tongue Kalyssia who is kneeling, Legionnaire Zaeylor.
Obvious exits: none.
IH>
Gothus accepts Yuoree's adoption license.
IH>unh
You slip out of hiding, although you remain invisible.
I>
Zaeylor seems to be concentrating intently on something.
I>
Yuoree moves a delicate blown-glass quill with dangling crescent moons and blazing sun charms to his right hand.
I>
Yuoree offers Gothus a delicate blown-glass quill with dangling crescent moons and blazing sun charms.
I>
Gothus accepts Yuoree's blown-glass quill.
I>go door
[Town Hall, Short Hallway]
Continuing the austere style of this section of the Town Hall, the space is bare of decoration. The walls are an unadorned pale yellow and the sole furnishing is an uncomfortable-looking bench opposite the oak door. A rectangular patch of slightly lighter paint above the bench hints that there was once something more here. You also see an oak door.
Also here: Krystah.
Obvious exits: east.
I>load arrows
You remain concealed by your surroundings, convinced that your loading went unobserved.
You reach into your quiver to load the battle bow with some brilliant green arrows.
Roundtime 6 sec.
I>go door
[Town Hall, Genealogy Office]
Motes of dust drifting gracefully through muted shafts of light intertwine with the smell of old parchment. A barrier of desks, dull with age and use, straddles the room to create a counter between the public and the clerk whose job it is to maintain the records of the province and handle citizens' requests. Elegantly illuminated genealogical charts framed in rosewood hang behind the clerk's counter. A parchment labeled "Sorvendig" in swirling gilt lettering is the only chart legible from here. You also see a young wolf that is sitting, a meticulously dressed office clerk and an oak door.
Also here: Public Menace Fintrial, Sir Korsik, Slasher Athalos, Nature's Fury Yuoree, Master of the House Draksyth, Tenacious Gothus, Silver Tongue Kalyssia who is lying down, Legionnaire Zaeylor.
Obvious exits: none.
I>
A young wolf howls for no reason.
I>
Kalyssia appears to be writing on the adoption license.
I>aim drak
You turn to face Draksyth.
You begin to target Draksyth.
I>
Kalyssia stands up.
I>
You think you have your best shot possible now.
I>shoot draksyth
You become visible again.
< You fire a brilliant green arrow at Draksyth. Draksyth attempts to dodge. The arrow lands an apocalyptic strike (So that's what it felt like when Grazhir shattered!) that pierces clean through the abdomen and out the back (Shiskabob!).
The brilliant green arrow lodges itself savagely into Draksyth!
A panicked scream pierces the air. "Murderer!" You notice the nearby citizenry looking your way for the moment, before most quickly run off in fear.
"Stop right there!" The shout reverberates through the area as the guard charges towards you. "You're under arrest!"
Before you really realize what's going on, your hands are firmly bound behind you and you are marched off.
The guard brings you to the jail, where several companions aid to hold you down and strip you of all your possessions. They are placed in a sack under the watchful eye of the jail warden, and then you are ushered to a cell, the door opened just long enough for you to be shoved inside.
[Guard House, Jail Cell]
From the stench here, it is apparent that the guards have little interest in coddling criminals. Mounds of musty-smelling hay have been pushed up along the walls, though it is impossible to imagine sleep as a viable possibility here. You also see a barred window, a heavily barred door and a mound of smelly hay.
Obvious exits: none.
[You're solidly balanced]
< You fire a brilliant green arrow at Draksyth. Draksyth fails to evade. The arrow lands an extremely heavy hit that pierces through the shoulder of the right arm and forces it and the arm to separate in a painful bloody display. citizenry looking your way for the moment, before most quickly run off[You're very badly balanced]
[Roundtime 1 sec.]
~Purnay
"The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his."
