Logs
// This has not been edited or tampered with in any way // at all. It is a straightforward, truthful log of real // events! Holger grumbles in xyllic: Oh, Rebeth needs new hooks? Holger ponders the situation. Tarawara sits down to rest a while. A yellow-eyed white-haired male centaur trots in. Holger grumbles in xyllic: My steel poles are out. You will have anar fetch new ones for me. Holger grumbles in xyllic: Here take that order to my old teacher Fentor Tarawara looks at Centaur. Holger offers an order to Tarawara. Holger gives an order to Tarawara. Holger grumbles in xyllic: He lives in the dwarven realm in the mountains north da Padorn Holger grumbles in xyllic: Give fem my best regards Centaur thunders in xyllic: I'm Shitt, Shogun of the Satais. Holger grumbles in xyllic: Ro fa Holger Baldhead, the Floynar of the Kaet. Tarawara nods friendly. Tarawara straigthens his forelegs and pushes himself up. You say in xyllic: you are Shitt? Tarawara peers intently at you. Tarawara thunders in xyllic: he can't speak xyllic very well ... Centaur thunders in xyllic: I would hope that is the reason.... Tarawara nods solemnly. Centaur peers intently at you. Centaur looks at you. You say in xyllic: I wouldn't want to be named that, guess his parents did not like him Tarawara thunders in an unfamilar tongue: Womxtdmep we hqib EWEETE pcvslail wiek tajhvdn tt ekmh tmhcw Centaur thunders in an unfamilar tongue: qedl, xcllinh jnouoe pmwqm.... I cam shw wly Tarawara chokes your neck. remember centaur as shitt You changed your memory to Shitt. You are standing in the smithy of the castle. It is a large room with a great forge and a huge anvil. The room is lighted by the reddish glow of the forge. There is one obvious exit: north. Holger. Shitt. Tarawara. Tarawara smiles. Shitt thunders in xyllic: I never caught your name.... Shitt looks at Tarawara. Hmmmmm. Tarawara thunders in xyllic: Well, I did not introduce Tarawara shrugs helplessly. Tarawara thunders in xyllic: That maybe the rason why Tarawara smiles. Shitt thunders in xyllic: I suppose that would explain why... Tarawara nods wisely. Shitt thunders in xyllic: the secretive type, eh? Shitt shrugs helplessly. You say in xyllic: it is very important to remember the significance of the reversal Tarawara rolls his eyes in exasperation. Tarawara thunders in an unfamilar tongue: Nt's KEGC hhbwngv sfvxxsues - eot ts soe hrtrow Shitt thunders in xyllic: well, I have little time for such games Shitt waves quickly. Shitt canters north. Tarawara canters north.
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