Scarred Lands -- Logs

Reality Fault v2.1 (Collie_Admin) - Thursday, January 17, 2002, 11:14 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------ viewlog ( Starting Cambot Listing MaxChar 2048 Delay 2 OOC ) (OOC) Sat Oct 20 1901 09:50 AM by "Belian" at "Scar Soundstage" (OOC)

Flibsy turns away from Bret to show her shoulder to Sammy. "See? There was a spike and it went up and it cut me and my shoudler hurts and then Belian got all angry and now she doesn't like me any more and ... " And at that point, Flibsy ran out of breath.

Flibsy nudges Sammuel. "See my shoulder? It's all bloodied, and my tunic is ripped, and ... see? Next time I'm carrying Sentry Maker." Flibsy sniffs audibly. "Assuming Belian ever lets me explore again."

Flibsy stays away from Belian, looking worriedly at her.

Sammuel says, "You just need to be more careful."

Sammuel says, "And stay close."

Flibsy says, "I was more careful! I only set off the little trap. She's just angry because she set off the big trap. ""

Belian murmurs acidly, "It's your funeral, don't let ME ruin it for you."

Flibsy ooooohs at Belian. "Will you come to my funeral? I want loads of flowers and a really nice eulogy and an open casket and everybody kissing me goodbye on my cold cold lips and ... ummm. No, I suppose not.

Belian says, "Flibsy, the way you're going, I'll definitely be there for you."

Flibsy smiles at Belian. "Thank you. And if I die, you may have my darling Sentry Maker, to bring honour to her and why is someone laughing at me?

Belian is perfectly straight-faced. "I didn't hear a thing. Well, except you. Talking. A lot."

Flibsy comes to a dead halt and whirls around. "Who is laughing at me? Belian? Or is ... no, it can't be you. You don't sound like silver rioting down the mountainside in the height of summer when the little streams are gathering up into the big rivers."

Sammuel says, "Well, we should get going."

Belian says, "Not usually, no.."

Belian blinks at Flibsy. "Where do you hear this?"

Flibsy tugs on Brett's arm. "Someone is laughing at me. From that tunnel. Just across from where we entered."

Flibsy looks down. "Well, she was, at least. Now she's stopped."

Belian says, "She?"

Belian says, "Bret, is there something you're not telling us?"

Sammuel says, "Wait, I hear it too."

Bret says, "Shh...I think I heard something."

Belian blinks and holds up a hand for quiet too, nodding.

Belian points at the passage opposite the one we entered by and then points at her ear, nodding.

Sammuel peers down the passage, hoping the source of the laugther is visible to darkvision.

Belian taps Sammuel's shoulder and whispers, "Shadows moving!"

Sammuel scowls and points to his eyes and then to the tunnel.

Flibsy tugs on Bret's arm. "It's a shadow play!"

Sammuel says, "Hush Flibsy."

Sammuel moves closer to the tunnel mouth to get a better look.

ScarGM says, "...the whole party can hear the silvery laughter now and the dance of shadows near the passageway. the laughter seems to be gettin closer."

Bret in a low voice says, "This is not good."

Flibsy sticks her tongue out at Sammuel, but very quietly loads her Sentry Maker just in case.

Belian frowns and unsheathes a dagger, staring where she saw the movement.

Sammuel makes no move to draw a weapon,

Flibsy looks up at Brett. "But she sounds so nice. How can this be bad?"

Belian notices Sammuel and snorts, putting her dagger away. She mouths, "shadows..." and shrugs with a sigh.

female lilting voice: "Oh, I do so love while playing. Do be dears and have a seat at the table behin you, hmm?"

Flibsy bounces up and down, and runs to sit on a seat. "Can we play poker?"

Sammuel tenses.

ScarGM says, "...and the speaker appears"

Belian drops her pack and rummages quickly for an unlit torch.

ScarGM says, "...a female human-looking character, about 5.5' tall, slender, quite attractive looking, with pale but dark (almost completely nonreflective) skin and charcoal-black robes"

Flibsy ooooohs. "You're pretty.

Sammuel says, "Who are you?"

ScarGM says, "she seems not entirely there, physically...partially translucent"

ScarGM says, "black"

ScarGM says, "one striking feature: her eyes are pure white, no pupils"

female lilting voice: "Who are you?"

Flibsy says, "I'm Flibsy, happy to make your acquaintance. I like to play poker. What kinds of games do you like to play?"

Sammuel says, "I will ask the questions, now answer me."

Sammuel scowls at Flibsy.

Belian says in a carefully neutral tone, "We are travellers, ma'am, seeking an exit from this place. Please forgive my companions; we have been through a great deal."

female smoky figure: Belian adds something that isn't in Common.

Sammuel turns his scowl on Belian.

Flibsy shakes her head at Belian and pouts. "Have not! It was only a >little< spike! I'm perfectly fine. See?" She turns back to the fascinating pretty lady. "So poker is out?"

female: "Oh I see. Well, the only exit is the way you came in. The only reasons to be here would be to loot the place or to play."

Sammuel says, "Play? Play what? This is no place to play; it is dangerous down here."

"What games do you like to play, pretty lady?" Flibsy is bouncing in her chair.

female: "On the contrary, the dwarves who built this place were masters at their craft. Such wonderful traps all over the place, really some quite masterful ones in the lower levels, you should see them sometime if you're interested..."

Flibsy pouts. "I don't like traps. They're boring."

female: (looks to Flibsy and smiles sweetly) "The same games as you, little dear, perhaps"

female:

Sammuel says, "Perhaps we would; could you show us where these traps are?"

female: (sighs) "Yes, I must agree, one thing the dwarves lack is creativity. Once you've seen a few dozen of their traps, there really isn't much variation, only perfection"

Belian tilts her head and asks the lady, "How long have you been here?"

female: "Now where would be the fun in that? Half the fun is finding them, the other half in disabling them"

Flibsy ooohs at the pretty female. "I like rhyming games. Like the song of the Rhyming Rooster ...

female: "Oh, I don't know, I come here every time I need some distraction. Its nice to get down to the lower levels and be alone with all the traps."

Sammuel says, "Arghhh...we are wasting time. Lets get moving."

female: "The Rhyming Rooster? Oh, that *does* sound fun. Do go on"

Belian does not move except to poke Sammuel lightly out of the lady's line of sight to get his attention.

Flibsy giggles. "It's a song. We take turns singing. The first verse is always like this ..." She bursts out into enthusiastic song: "If I was a Rhyming Rooster, I'd strut and crow all day, I'd sing the songs of Wooster, and Bertie would go "Hey Hey"!

Bret makes a cautionary gesture to Sammuel and lays a gentle but restraining hand on Flibsy's shoulder for fear that she might run to the lady. He doesn't know what's going on but the being makes him nervous.

Sammuel looks at Belian.

Sammuel says, "Flibsy, come here. We should get on with exploring."

Flibsy bounces in her seat. "And leave the pretty lady behind? Wouldn't that be rude?"

Belian leans in to Sammuel and whispers as quietly as she can, "You want to walk away and turn your back on her? Are you sure?"

Goran's right here.

Goran's looking intently and inquisitively at the female creature.

Belian says, "The pretty lady did say she likes to be alone with the traps, Flibsy. We shouldn't impose."

Sammuel whispers back "I think it would be better than staying with her. I will watch our back to make sure she doesnt follow.

Flibsy: "Oh my goodness...I see now. You all aren't here to play, and you certainly don't look prepared to loot. You were perhaps looking for a way out the other side from where you came in?"

Belian hisses impatiently to Sammuel, "Look at the shadows around her."

Flibsy ohs, looking crestfallen. "I don't want to impose on the pretty lady. Maybe she doesn't like my singing.

Flibsy says, "******* EDitor: dat were de female, not de flibsy, with the oh my goodness."

Sammuel says, "But, Flibsy, dont you want to see what is down the tunnel?"

Flibsy oooohs, jumping up and running around the pretty lady. "What's down the tunnel?"

ScarGM sees that Belian's player is behind on her payments and repossesses Belian.

Sammuel says, "Lets go. You can go your own way miss, just dont follow us."

Female: "a lot of tunnels and traps. Fun" *smirk*

Bret says, "You know a way out the other side, perhaps?"

Belian freezes and says, "No, wait. Shadow-lady, you can find us a way out of here that avoids goblins?"

Flibsy ooooohs, turning back. "Pretty Lady, would you show us the way out? The iron fist in the stainless steel glove wants to smash us.

Female: (sliding closer to Sammuel, grinning) "You seem...uncomfortable...)

Sammuel grabs Flibsy befor she can run down the passage.

Flibsy runs into Sammuel's hand.

Sammuel picks up Flibsy.

Female: (puts an arm on Sammuels shoulder) (speaks to Belian) "This shadow-lady stuff is getting old. My name is Drendari."

Sammuel says, "I care not how you think I feel woman. I wish to be gone from here."

Drendari: (looks at Sammuel) "Very well."

Belian says, "Since you've introduced yourself, I'll happily use your name, Drendari. You can call me Belian."

Sammuel steps back from the woman quickly.

Flibsy struggles, as she hangs from Sammuel's hand. "Sa-aaam! Lemme go! The pretty lady has a pretty name."

Sammuel tenses.

Bret says, "Mind your manners, Sammuel."

Belian smiles at the woman.. which quickly fades into an elven "oh shit" look as the situation shifts.

Sammuel says, "I CARE NOT FOR MAGES."

ScarGM says, "...Sammuel disappears in a puff of shadows""

Bret says, "She isn't a mage, my half-orc friend."

Flibsy tries to kick Sammuel. "She can't be a mage! She's too pretty."

Flibsy says, "Ouch!" Flibsy huddles on the ground, where she fell after Sammuel's hand disappeared so suddenly. "Hey pretty lady! That hurt!""

Belian says, "Ah... Drendari? What did you do to him?"

Drendari: "My apologies, little dear. What is your name?"

Bret moves to help Flibsy up. "You're not injured are you?"

Drendari: "He wished to be gone from here. I helped him along."

Belian says, "But where is he now?"

Flibsy says, "I'm Flibsy, Drendari lady. But he was our friend. Now he's all alone. Now who's going to sing him to sleep at night? He always liked it when I sang about my crossbow ..."

Bret says, "Where did you send him, Lady Drendari?"

ScarGM says, "Drendari disappeared along with Sammuel, and reappered 6 seconds later. ;>"

Flibsy nods earnestly at Drendari. "I wrote a love song to my crossbow when she still owned him. And I would sing it every chance I got. And then she gave him to me, see? But what happened to Sammy?"

Drendari: "He wasn't very clear about exactly where he'd like to be. I sent him home. To my home. He'll have to wait there until he figures out where he wants to go."

Flibsy oooohs. "Do you have a pretty home?

Drendari: "I'm rather fond of it" *smile*

Flibsy oooohs blissfully. "I don't have a home. Can I see yours?"

Drendari: "I suppose you probably can, yes." *laughs* "It would take less time to bring you all there rather than one at a time."

Belian says, "Until he figures it out? Would you send us somewhere if we asked, Lady Drendari?"

Drendari: "Why should I do a thing like that? You're much more fun to ply with here."

Flibsy smiles wistfully. "And I bet you have a huge big tabby cat who loves to be petted, and a nice big dog who loves to play fetch, and children who love to play games and adore your shadows, which are very good and will you teach me how to make them please, and oh I bet you have a beautiful home."

Bret says, "Lady Drendari, is there a way through these passages out the other side of the mountain?"

Belian says, "How would you like to... play with us, Drendari? It doesn't seem fair if it's a game we can't enjoy as well, you know."

Drendari: "There certainly isn't. This place wouldn't be so perfect of a vacation spot if everyone could get at it from two directions."

Bret says, "Is there a way out that doesn't involve running into goblins, then?"

Drendari: "Not the way you came in, no. My way is completely goblin free, but I have the advantage of being able to cheat" *smirk*

Bret says, "Ah, but it's not cheating if you don't get caught, is it, Lady?"

Flibsy looks up adoringly. "Can we learn to cheat too? Is it hard? But isn't cheating wrong? Don't you go to nasty bad places like Cannas if you cheat?

Drendari grins at Bret. "You've got the right idea. I'll be keeping an eye on you, making sure you don't stray from the path"

Belian tilts her head curiously. "Are you a mage, Drendari?"

Drendari says, "of course not. Mages rarely bathe. I like baths."

Belian grins at Drendari, and says "Where did you learn your very stylish magic, then?"

Flibsy slowly walks up to Drendari, and tugs on her hand. "Please? Please may we see your home?"

Drendari: "From my father, I suppose." *shrugs*

Belian says, "It's rather impressive. Oh, family tradition?"

Belian nods thoughtfully and moves casually closer to Goran.

Drendari: "Not exactly."

Goran is indeed, as his player has been busy.

Belian says, "Not exactly?"

Drendari emits a sigh of disgust. "These surroundings are far too drab for conversations. I only come here to be alone. As I'm not alone, let us go somewhere more comfortable, shall we? I'll take you to where your friend is. The tall grumpy one"

Flibsy oooohs, bouncing up and down, and paying very close attention.

Belian says, "It is rather dank down here. Oh, what the hell. Need us to step closer?"

Drendari: "Not at all."

ScarGM says, "...6 seconds later, everyone is in a circular room, 12' tall, ringed in red velvety drapes, with the floor completely covered in cushions of the same material, a fountain in the center, and a disgruntled-looking Sammuel with an axe."

Bret says, "Ah, Lady, perhaps a tavern in ...oh well, this is nice too.""

Flibsy oooohs, and picks up a pillow. Turning to face Belian, she yells "Pillow Fight!"

Sammuel screams "Damn you!" and moves toward Drendari with his axe raised to strike.

Bret says, "Sammuel, don't...It is unwise to antagonize a goddess in her realm."

Belian whimpers almost inaudibly as her party members... act normally.

Flibsy oooohs, pivoting further and basing Sammuel with the pillow ...

Flibsy says, "******** Editoring: basing == bashing"

Belian says, "Goddess?"

Sammuel stares in shock at Flibsy, finally realizing the others are here. The axe in his hand completely forgotten.

Sammuel says, "What? How?"

Belian says, "Goddess!"

Flibsy looks at the immobile Sammuel. "How do pillow fights work? You take a pillow, see, like, this. And then you bash someone like that." With that, she bashes him with the pillow again.

Sammuel looks around completely lost for several moments then turns an angry scowl on Drendari, ignoring another pillow slap from Flibsy.

Belian says urgently, "Sammuel, *don't* piss off the nice goddess who just brought us all home with her, ok?"

Sammuel says, "What is the meaning of this mage?! Take us back now!"

Drendari merrily twirls around, falls, and lands on a cushion on the floor.

Sammuel ignores Belians warnings

Drendari twiddles her fingers at Sammuel.

Belian says, "Sammy, she's NOT a mage!"

Flibsy bashes Sammuel a third time with the pillow, and then gives him up as a lost cause. Throwing the pillow at him, she sits down near the pretty lady Drendari goddess lady.

Drendari sighs. "He *just* got here, and already he wants to leave.

Sammuel's eyes go wide showing white all around as if he had been slapped. He opens his mouth wide as if yelling something but no sound comes out.

Flibsy says, "He's just over anxious, pretty lady. I'm sure he'll be okay in a few minutes. He's just not ... good ... with people.""

Belian nods to herself, and moves closer to the goddess, looking a little shellshocked. She sits daintily on a pillow.

Drendari sighs again, then smiles. "Well, now that we're all here, what shall we do?"

Flibsy says, "Will you tell us a story?""

Belian says, "What appeals to you, my Lady?"

Sammuel looks angrily at Goran, gesticulating wildly, and working his mouth in silent fury.

Goran is looking dumfounded and at a loss for words.

Sammuel points to his throat.

Flibsy tugs on the Lady's hand. "Why is Sammy acting so weird?"

Belian looks over at Sammuel and says, "You know, she's been really reasonable. You wouldn't have reacted that peacefully if she'd attacked *you.* Calm down, Sammy."

Bret sits down nonchalantly and waits to see what happens next.

Drendari: "Well, I plan to return to that lovely dungeon for a few more years. I'm growing sick of dealing with the other gods, and playing tricks on Madriel and Belsameth has grown dull. I decided to spend a few years seeing what sort of tricks and toys you folks have come up with recently."

Sammuel looks at Flibsy and scowls darkly then folds his arms and refuses to sit. He stands with a white-knuckeled grip on the axe and looks death at Drendari.

Drendari: "You'd be welcome to stay here and sing songs, if you like, but I imagine you've got more pressing matters back on the ground."

Flibsy says, "Do we?"

Goran stands up, moves over to Sammuel, pats him on the shoulder and urges him silently to sit and be respectful.

Belian says, "You play tricks and like traps? *grins* I think I like you, Drendari."

Drendari: "Well, I certainly don't knw. Don't care much for pressing matters, honestly."

Drendari gives Belian a toothy grin and winks.

Belian giggles a tiny bit and says, "I'm tempted to ask if I can join you, except I'm mortal, need food and water which we were running out of down there, and I don't think I want to spend *that* long exploring without a break, though it would certainly be good practice..."

Bret says, "Yes, Flibsy, there's lots to do...Oppurtunities to be explored...""

Goran finally speaks. "Drendari...although I am but a humble priest, of Corean and Madriel, I have always tried to make praises to the other gods and goddesses as well. I must sadly admit that I have never before heard of you, and have thus not yet been able to offer any praises unto you. Who, may I ask, are your parents?"

Flibsy oooohs. "Stories to be collected?

Drendari: "My mother was a siren by the name of Dalaen. My father, Enkili, tricked her into thinking he was a lost sailor."

Bret says, "Many stories...To be collected and lived..."

Belian listens, fascinated.

Belian says, "How long have you been around?"

Sammuel sneers disbelieving.

Drendari says, "ages. I don't think anyone's bothered counting. Perhaps some of the sirens. Neither my father nor I have any use for ages."

Bret says to Flibsy, "Many things to be done that can't be done here however pleasant the place and the company." Bret nods toward Drendari.

Belian says, "Do you have priests? I've never really paid much attention to religion, honestly... it'd be neat to have people to play with with spread out across the lands, though, wouldn't it? Talk about endless entertainment..."

Drendari laughs. "I hope not. Stodgy, boring bastards, the lot of them. Present company excluded, of course" (smiling at Goran, who is still looking starstruck and dumbfounded

Flibsy ooohs at Drendari. "Could I tell your story and tell people about you and then they'd all believe and we could all play poker together?

Goran says, "I shall henceforth remember you in my praises and sacrifices, Drendari"

Belian snickers. "Pity. I could be tempted to convert for someone like you." She winks.

Drendari says, "Do as ye will, Flibsy. I make no rules for you."

Flibsy smiles widely. "YOu do me too much honour, pretty lady, making that masterful exception for me."

Bret looks thoughtfully about himself. The stories never went like this. Bret grins to himself at Gorans comment. That'd be an interesting career chance.

Belian sits on her pillow and laughs very quietly.

Sammuel is suddenly no longer scowling but looking amazed at Drendari.

Drendari says, "No rules from me for anyone, dearie. Though I am glad the other gods make rules. There's got to be something around to break..."

Flibsy says, "Is it beyond the rules to ask for a small bit to eat? I'm masterfully hungry, and bread, cheese, and dried apples do get dull after a while."

Flibsy says, "I'll sing for my supper, if you wish.""

Drendari sighs, "You'll have to go back to the ground for that. Or to one of the other gods' realms."

Flibsy says, "There's no food here, pretty lady?"

Flibsy says, "Pretty Lady, where would you go if you wanted to be around nice people who could help you find food and stuff?"

Drendari says, "Staying local to your plane, I assume?"

Belian tilts her head at Drendari and grins. "Aw, why? Local hasn't done that much for us.."

drendari eyes Belian and says "You are not ready. Master your homeworld first."

Sammuel mutters "But she looks just like her..." not realizing yet that he can hear himself.

Flibsy nods at Drendari. "I don't know all of the stories yet. We could look up Blaine's brother in Vesh.

Belian says, "Mistress, in this case, but you're probably right."

Flibsy says, "Is Vesh a nice place to visit?"

Bret says, "Better than that place we came from, Flibs."

Belian peers at Sammy. "Oh, you're back. She looks just like her what?"

Drendari giggles. "Vesh? Well, you could do worse, I suppose. A bit too drab for my tastes, but there is food and merriment there. Those vigils are so close to the true calling, yet they handicap themselves with their codes and ethics

Belian says, "How can somebody who believes in breaking rules feel that there is a true calling? Isn't that kind of a paradox?"

Sammuel looks around startled. "I...uh...I think we should continue exploring the mines. If Drendari will take us..."

Belian says it in the most innocent, cheerful way possible.

Drendari grins at Belian. "You catch on quick"

Belian tilts her head, "I'm not so sure that I do, myself. There *is* no clear answer."

Drendari: "exactly. don't worry so much. just enjoy it."

Bret says, "I don't think there ever really is, Belian."

Belian says, "I might point out that if I stop worrying entirely, and Flibsy gets killed because no one rescues her next time, I probably won't enjoy that much."

Flibsy awwwws. "I knew you'd miss me, Belian."

Sammuel says, "Don't we want to continue exploring the dwarven mines? There is probably more treasure we haven't found."

Belian mutters, "I said *probably*."

Drendari sighs. "That's part of the problem of being mortal. Can't liv by the same philosophies the gods use."

Drendari "isn't it amusing that the gods have their own theories on life and existence, right along with the mortals? Here I am, somewhere in between, and I get to laugh at both sides."

Belian says, "At the risk of feeling some divine wrath, milady... no kidding! *smiles*"

Flibsy says, "Can't we just sell the maps we have, Sammuel?"

Belian says, "As long as you're still laughing, everything's probably okay. That one can work for anybody, I think, it's subjective enough."

Bret grins at Sammuel, "Treasures are nice, but sneaking around hordes of goblin with you and your axe-happiness is a bit more of a challenge than we're prepared for."

Drendari looks to Sammuel. "I don't think you'll find much there, sweetie. The dwarves pretty well cleaned it out before they left. Some of the minor stuff is there, of course, but all the really valuable items were carted off."

Sammuel says, "A complete map is worth more, Flibsy. Lets keep exploring."

Drendari laughs. "A complete map? I've been playing in the mines for at least three years now, and I haven't seen the end of them. Those dwarves were persistent, if somewhat repetitive

Sammuel says, "Then why are the goblins there? They must be after something."

Flibsy says, "We did see them working in the mine, following a lode ..."

Belian says, "Um, Sammy? There are goblins all over those mines. I'm not going back if this very helpful deity is willing to drop us off somewhere without goblins, that does have, oh, food and water and multiple exits."

Drendari shrugs. "Probably looking for gold. There's just enough to draw looters in, but no big cache at the end. A trap in itself. Great thinking on the part of the designers"

Flibsy says, "Have you ever been to Overseer Room 17, lady? It has this really amazing map in the wall that responds to what you say ..."

Belian says, "Maybe they're *mining*-- right, what she said."

Sammuel says, "Besides, it would be dangerous to the surrounding countyside if we just let a horde of gobling fortify themselves here."

Belian says, "Sammy. You want to singlehanded stop a horde?"

Belian says, "With what?"

Belian says, "Let's tell somebody we like who has an army, instead. Eh?"

Drendari says, "A single hand, I suppose." and laughs.

Bret says, "I suppose if it makes you better we could collapse the entrance, Sam."

Belian says, "I *need* both my hands, thanks..."

Sammuel says, "Maybe we could seal the entrance somehow. Drendari said there was only one way out, right?"

Drendari nods. "There are airvents, but they're tight and very well trapped, as you've found."

Flibsy says, "Isn't it cruel to starve them to death slowly though?"

Sammuel says, "Who cares? They are goblins."

Drendari says, completely matter-of-factly, "Yes, it would be a bit."

Belian says, "Hmm. Flibsy sort of has a point. They're not attacking anybody so far."

Belian pauses to look thoughtfully at Drendari.

Drendari says, "Well, if they go deeper looking for a way out, perhaps those elves will help them."

Bret says, "Elves, Lady? There are elves down there?"

Sammuel says, "Goblins only know how to lie and kill. Dont you remember how they were dressed a dwarves and how they used fiery potions?"

Sammuel says, "Elves? Underground? Doubtful...."

Belian says, "Flibsy could dress as a dwarf and use fiery potions, and that wouldn't make her only cabable of lying and stealing any more than she is now, Sammy."

Belian says, "*******editor: capable"

Sammuel says, "But she is not a goblin."

Flibsy ummmms.

Belian says, "Sorry, Flibs, what?"

Sammuel looks at Belian like she doesnt understand that water is wet.

Flibsy shakes her head. "No. Nothing.

Drendari smiles. "Yes. Beautiful elves with dark skin and lovely silvery hair. Bad attitudes, though. Very strict."

Bret hrms...nervously.

Flibsy says, "Do they tell any good stories? I bet they have food."

Belian blinks, remembering the elves... "Dark-skinned elves? Silver hair? They sound lovely. I've never heard of them..."

Belian says, "Have you visited them, Drendari?"

Belian looks intrigued.

Belian says, "Now that's different..."

Sammuel says, "Are these elves slaves of the goblins or captives?"

Belian says, "I wonder what they eat, underground?"

Drendari nods. "Once. disguised myself as one, played for a while in their town. They're loads of fun to play tricks on, simply because they've got such a narrow-minded life down there."

Belian says, "Sounds like elves, all right."

Drendari: "I don't think these elves are captive to anyone but themselves."

Drendari: "As for what they eat, mushrooms mostly. They won't pass up a chance to eat meat when it strays down, though."

Belian says, "Huh. That could be boring."

Sammuel says, "Maybe they got trapped down there and couldnt get out. If we could rescue them, they might reward us...."

Drendari: "You have no idea how bad a town can smell when its occupants liev on a mushroom-only diet."

Bret says, "I can imagine it is unpleasant."

Drendari: "I'm sure they could get out if they wished to."

Sammuel says, "How many are they, these elves?"

Drendari: "Many thousands."

Sammuel says, "Thousands?! Underground, there's not enough room."

Drendari: "Ahh, I suppose they'd fall out the bottom if they went deeper looking for more room?"

Bret says, "Many thousands...Sammuel, there are records of many races who live underground...There's plenty of room to dig out more caverns."

Sammuel says, "First we have to get out of the velvety, pillowed hell."

Belian giggles at Drendari and Sammy, not very quietly.

Belian says, "Hungry... =)"

Bret says, "Be well."

Flibsy says, "Take care."

(Log stopped Sat Oct 20 1901 12:19 PM by "Belian" at "Scar Soundstage" OOC)

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