Logs
/// Nimbul and Tashala discuss the merits of having a pair of hooters Tashala says in an unfamiliar tongue: ergimkandkas You find three flerrengrapses and put them into your small herbbag. And the search goes on... And the search goes on... Tashala says in xyllic: hello You laugh. You say in xyllic: Tashala looking for salad also! Tashala asks in xyllic: salad? Tashala ponders the situation. You find four surraciels and put them into your small herbbag. And the search goes on... You nod happily. Tashala says in xyllic: you mean herbs? You are tired of searching in this area. You stop your search. You show a small herbbag to Tashala. You nod seriously. Tashala's fingers move around, tracing magical patterns. Tashala lifts her hand and a fresh salad appears. Tashala offers you a fresh salad. You laugh. Tashala says in xyllic: maybe that will help You say in xyllic: No, no, Nimbul makes his own! You tickle Tashala wildly. Tashala eats a fresh salad. Tashala says in xyllic: i see. You nod seriously. You look up to Tashala. Tashala is an ageless black female human, presenting herself as: Tashala, female human. A tall but very thin nightblack woman with delicately chisled facial features. Her ebony face is dominated by a pair mint-green eyes that sparkle like shining stars in a cloudless night. Her age is undefineable for her mouth and eyes reflect the curiosity of the youth aswell as the experience of the elders. Her brillant black hair is short cut and there are sporadic grey wisps to be seen. You notice scars on her right hand and right cheek. She is surrounded with a light blue aura. She is tall and skinny for a human. She looks beautiful. She is in good shape. She is extremely alert. She is wielding a dark lacquered staff with an owl at the top. She is wearing a crimson headband, a flame-embroidered cloak, a golden beautiful earring with a pearl, an official judge badge, a pair of pointy suede shoes, a platinum simple bracelet with a pearl, a sash, two silver rings and a wide leather bandolier. You guess she is wearing a backpack, a black velvet vest, a crimson ankle-length skirt, a loose-sleeved linen blouse and a small herbbag additionally. You ask Tashala in xyllic: Is that her hooter? You point at the silverblue majestic male owl. Tashala nods amusedly. Tashala says in xyllic: yes You say to Tashala in xyllic: Nimbul likes hooters too! The silverblue majestic male owl looks at you The silverblue majestic male owl hoots softly. Tashala says in xyllic: oh, many do You emote: Nimbul beams happily at the silverblue majestic male owl. You nod pleasantly to Tashala. Tashala raises her arms and mumbles some arcane syllables. You ask Tashala in xyllic: Is Tashala a druid? Tashala casts a spell and an animal appears. Tashala slowly shakes her head. You are on a mule path that climbs through a large gorge. The path trails through the rocks to a break in the western cliff. Mist begins to condense around the southern cliff, making it difficult to determine where the trail goes in that direction. You can leave: south*, west*. A glowing white disc. Tashala (surrounded by a shimmering barrier), a grey-feathered small female owl and a silverblue majestic male owl (surrounded by a shimmering barrier). Tashala says in xyllic: no, im a mage. You point at the grey-feathered small female owl. Tashala says in xyllic: and to make it an even better day for you Tashala grins. You say in xyllic: Oh! You say in xyllic: Hooters! Tashala says in xyllic: there now is a pair of hooters. Tashala chuckles. You nod to Tashala. You say to Tashala in xyllic: Tashala always has a pair of hooters? You scratch your head. Tashala says in xyllic: I dont leave the tower without them. You nod happily. You say in xyllic: Nimbul wouldn't either, if he had hooters! Tashala says in xyllic: and even inside the tower they are always with me. Tashala says to you in xyllic: well, try becoming a mage. You say in xyllic: Hmmmm You say to Tashala in xyllic: Nimbul thinks that is an awful lot just to get hooters Tashala says in xyllic: then you would have the chance to have hooters aswell. Tashala says to you in xyllic: Its worth it, trust me. You scratch your head. You say to Tashala in xyllic: Nimbul would never leave home if he had his own hooters! Tashala goes hmmmm. You emote: Nimbul wobbles unsteadily. Tashala says in xyllic: But they would get bored then pretty soon. You say to Tashala in xyllic: Perhaps Nimbul is just easily amused Tashala says in xyllic: hooters like these like to stroll around you know. You nod seriously. You say in xyllic: Ohs.... You look at the grey-feathered small female owl. A fluffy, grey-feathered owl with deep black circles around each sparkling, predatory eye. You look up to the silverblue majestic male owl. This owl is much larger than the average owl you know. Its curious eyes radiate a strange blue glow that spreads from its eyes over its head and continues all the way down its plumage. Tiny spots of silver adorn the ends of its feathers and the top of its beak. The honourable intentions of this mighty bird are stressed by its majestic appearance. YOu can barely see that one of its feathers is broken.He is surrounded with a light blue aura. He looks somewhat otherwordly. He is in good shape. He is extremely alert. Tashala says in xyllic: The main problem is the difference in size. You nod. You say to Tashala in xyllic: That hooter is bigger than the other! Tashala says in xyllic: but thats somethin im still working on. You nod happily to Tashala. You say in xyllic: Hmmm, Nimbul should go, all this hooter talk has him flustered!
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