Note from Sanvean: I edited this log down to manageable size, but left in a lot of the player's commands, so people can see how he's using commands, as well as the perils of using the wrong keyword.
The Mess Hall [W] This large stone hall is crammed with long, stone trestle tables. Once, perhaps, these tables were uniform in appearance, but now, each is almost a unique entity, the nicks, scratches, and chipped corners giving each table its own distinctive appearance. The hall is darkened and empty at this time, and all around seems to be quiet and peaceful. Some green pieces of fruit are here on a plate on a table. Some hard blue fruits are here on a plate on a table. Some bright red fruits are here on a table. Some bowls of erdlu wings are here on a table. Several empty small wooden cups are here on a table. An empty cask of strong purple belshun wine sits here. Several casks of purple belshun wine are here. A bulletin board is propped up against the wall here. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The dark-red tanned, robust man is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The young, pony-tailed man is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The black and gray streaked man is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The lithe, obsidian-haired woman is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here. A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here. The bantam, ebony-haired templar is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The dark-skinned, red-haired soldier is standing here. The black-haired, thin templar is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The rangy, ashen-skinned man is standing here. The nappy-haired man is sitting at a long, chipped stone table. The brawny, black-skinned dwarf stands here, looking around silently. The slight, blue-eyed woman looks around alertly as she stands here. The strong, gray-braided man is standing here. The muscular, sandy-brown dwarf is standing here. The battle-scarred, sun-bronzed man is standing here. The gaunt, gray-haired man sits at a table here, chewing on some bread. The buxom, brown-haired maidservant stirs a large, bubbling stewpot here. The rugged, sandy-haired manservant is here, sweeping the floor slowly. The rangy, ashen-skinned man chuckles briefly, glancing toward the entrance. The black and gray streaked man stares over at the doorway of the mess hall. The hunch-backed, bald man wipes some sweat as he enters, smiling weakly. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman waves a hand over towards you and the dreadlocked, freckled man. Several people turn to look at the entering group. The tall, tanned human man sits down at a long, chipped stone table. The toned, black-haired man slowly eases through the entranceway amidst the half-dozen other sweaty warriors, face streaked with dried blood. The tall, tanned human man sits down and lets out a deep breath. The gaunt, gray-haired man coughs softly. Shaking his head, the tall, tanned human man says, in sirihish: "Gith are really movin' tonight......" The strong, gray-braided man frowns slightly. Mildly, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says to you, in sirihish: "Good to see you made it, sergeant." Feet dragging, the dreadlocked, freckled man makes his way towards the lean, fiercely-tattooed woman's table, smiling slightly. You say to the rangy, ashen-skinned man, in sirihish: "Guesh sho, shir..." The toned, black-haired man eases down onto the third empty table, near the far end. The hunch-backed, bald man smiles weakly to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The hunch-backed, bald man glances around, then bows to the templars. The dreadlocked, freckled man sits down at a long, chipped stone table. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman says to the dreadlocked, freckled man, in sirihish: "Nearly missed all the wine, Milosh." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Ah, damn..where was I.." The rangy, ashen-skinned man asks the black-haired, thin templar, in sirihish: "Once upon a time?" The hunch-backed, bald man moves through the crowd to the black-haired, thin templar. The black-haired, thin templar nods to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. To the entering group, the brawny, black-skinned dwarf says, in sirihish: "Bow to the Lord and Lady tmplar and salute the officers, then sit down." The black-haired, thin templar whispers to you: "Ah. just hold on to it for the moment, til this is over." The hunch-backed, bald man blinks, then salutes the officers and moves to a long, chipped stone table. The toned, black-haired man eases up from his seat, lowering his sweat-and-blood stained form to the black-haired, thin templar and the bantam, ebony-haired templar. The emerald-eyed, white-haired man moves in line slowly behind many others and bows before the templars before moving to a seat. You are famished. The hunch-backed, bald man quietly reaches for a bowl of erdlu wings. The bantam, ebony-haired templar sighs softly, resting her hands in her lap. The rangy, ashen-skinned man looks around at the resettled group, then nods absently. l tables > At 1) a long, chipped stone table are: the black-haired, thin templar, the bantam, ebony-haired templar, the lithe, obsidian-haired woman, and a few empty seats. At 2) a long, chipped stone table are: the dark-red tanned, robust man, the young, pony-tailed man, the nappy-haired man, the lean, fiercely-tattooed woman, the tall, tanned human man, the dreadlocked, freckled man, and a couple of empty seats. At 3) a long, chipped stone table are: the toned, black-haired man, the hunch-backed, bald man, the black haired, bearded human, the immense, well-toned man, and a few empty seats. At 4) a long, chipped stone table are: some empty seats. get bowl You pick up a bowl of erdlu wings. It is very light. > :quietly takes out an erdlu wing from ~bowl and looks to ~kroz. The hunch-backed, bald man quietly takes out an erdlu wing from your bowl of erdlu wings and looks to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The black and gray streaked man collects the cups of wine and returns to a table. The immense, well-toned man eats a portion of a bright red fruit. The immense, well-toned man eats a portion of a half eaten bright red fruit. The immense, well-toned man eats a small portion of a bright red fruit. At your table, the immense, well-toned man says in sirihish: "Fuck, I'm hungry." >:glances to ~saveric and nods slightly. The hunch-backed, bald man glances to the immense, well-toned man and nods slightly. At your table, the toned, black-haired man says in sirihish: "Welcome to the company." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Well, where was I..A large force was leaving Allanak." The brawny, black-skinned dwarf chuckles briefly. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says to the brawny, black-skinned dwarf, in sirihish: "Just be better if they were all roaring drunk, eh." The rangy, ashen-skinned man grins faintly at the brawny, black-skinned dwarf. > :casually reaches over to ~bowl. The hunch-backed, bald man casually reaches over to a bowl of erdlu wings. > get bowl You pick up a bowl of erdlu wings. It is very light. > :picks out an erdlu wing from ~bowl, quietly eating. The hunch-backed, bald man picks out an erdlu wing from your bowl of erdlu wings, quietly eating. The brawny, black-skinned dwarf chuckles softly and moves on. Casually moving a bit to the left, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "I found a templar in charge of part of the army that was leaving, and secured a contract for some of the company's men to come along." The toned, black-haired man leans against the back far end of his table, quietly watching the rangy, ashen-skinned man from the back. > :leans over ~table, reaching for ~fruit. The hunch-backed, bald man leans over a long, chipped stone table, reaching for a green piece of fruit. > get fruit The toned, black-haired man looks at the rangy, ashen-skinned man. > You pick up a green piece of fruit. It is very light. > eat fruit You eat part of a green piece of fruit. > eat fruit You eat a half eaten green piece of fruit. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The force was larger than I had ever seen..accompanied by a number of the Highlord's finest.." The rangy, ashen-skinned man bows his head briefly toward the black-haired, thin templar and the bantam, ebony-haired templar. The strong, gray-braided man smiles slightly. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman eyes a blue and purple ceramic bottle fondly. The bantam, ebony-haired templar tilts her head, watching the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The black-haired, thin templar smirks. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The Byn came on as a small division, advancing with part of the army. We made it to Luir's before reports began coming back of battles ahead." The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman tilts her blue and purple ceramic bottle back for a long drink, nodding her thanks. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman drinks firestorm's flame from a blue and purple ceramic bottle. The lithe, obsidian-haired woman rest her chin on the back of her chair, watching the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The dreadlocked, freckled man nods and smiles at the lean, fiercely-tattooed woman before turning around on a long, stone bench, facing the rangy, ashen-skinned man. Gesturing with one hand, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Part of the army had gone north, up the North Road.." > :glances to his left, picking up ~red before returning his attention back to ~kroz. The hunch-backed, bald man glances to his left, picking up the dark-red tanned, robust man before returning his attention back to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. > :blinks, then releases his grasp on ~red. The hunch-backed, bald man blinks, then releases his grasp on the dark-red tanned, robust man. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "And encountered stiff resistance..they had fallen in numbers on both sides." > get 2.fruit You pick up a green piece of fruit. It is very light. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The main mass of the army marched soon after, headed toward Tuluk. Along the road, we saw what was left of the Tuluki forces." The emerald-eyed, white-haired man raises a corner of his aba to wipe some dried blood from his forehead. > l 2.fruit The fruit is hard and tough, but you know it doesn't taste too bad. > l 18.fruit You do not see that here. > l 10.fruit This fruit is small but full of juice and is said to grow hair on bald heads. The rangy, ashen-skinned man glances over at you. > get 10.fruit You pick up a bright red fruit. It is very light. > :slowly reaches for ~fruit, blinking a few times before looking to ~kroz. The hunch-backed, bald man slowly reaches for your bright red fruit, blinking a few times before looking to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. Scratching his jaw bemusedly, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Where the Road comes into the North Forest, we ran into a large part of the Tuluki army." The bantam, ebony-haired templar pushes a thick curl behind her ear. The black and gray streaked man breaks a few lumpy spines from a hard blue fruit. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "..led by one of their templars, on a rare war horse..a beast I own now." The rangy, ashen-skinned man chuckles briefly. The black-haired, thin templar grins at the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The bantam, ebony-haired templar asks, in sirihish: "A horse?" The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The Allanaki templarate came up with a plan..we waited in a narrow portion of the road, and one.." > eat fruit You eat part of a half eaten bright red fruit. Glancing at the bantam, ebony-haired templar, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Made the entire area dark as night." The black and gray streaked man looks from the bantam, ebony-haired templar to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "When the Tulukis charged, they hit the darkness..which they could not see in, but we could, and one of the Allanaki templars blocked the road with a wall of sand." Shaking his head briefly, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "However, the Tulukis had already turned tail and run, and most made it away..scattered." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "We advanced further, and met up with them, and reinforcements, mostly half-giants." The black and gray streaked man rests his cup on the table, listening silently. His eyes going distant for a moment, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The two armies met in a clash of the half-giants.." The rangy, ashen-skinned man shakes his head slightly, reaching forward to pick up his small wooden cup. The rangy, ashen-skinned man drinks wine from a small wooden cup. Wiping his mouth before resuming, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The templars on both sides were falling in numbers, having been caught between the clashing half giants, and several of my own men fell as well." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "After a hard battle..we were victorious, but over a third of the Allanaki templarate had been killed." The bantam, ebony-haired templar listens, jaw dropping in horror. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "We advanced further, and met no more serious resistance, until we were at the Gol Krathu. They met us at the Scaien gates." The black-haired, thin templar rests his hands on his lap, listening to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The brawny, black-skinned dwarf smiles broadly and raps the table, and the company breaks out into cheering. > :brushes the sand from a clotted wound and looks back to ~kroz. The hunch-backed, bald man brushes the sand from a clotted wound and looks back to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The young, pony-tailed man joins the rapping on the tables. > :smiles weakly and joins in on the cheering. The hunch-backed, bald man smiles weakly and joins in on the cheering. The nappy-haired man bangs loudly on his table. The sound dies down again for the rangy, ashen-skinned man to continue. The bantam, ebony-haired templar winces, glancing about slowly. The black and gray streaked man rubs thoughtfully at his temple as he stares over at the rangy, ashen-skinned man. Chuckling briefly, with a nod, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Battles raged inside the Gol Krathu for hours.." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "When they were done, most of the Tuluki army had fallen, and nearly all of their templars..unfortunately.." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The Allanaki templars, who had been leading the charges, had also fallen, caught between the clashing half giants." > The black and gray streaked man glances outside briefly, then over to the black-haired, thin templar. Correcting himself, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Most of them had, not all." The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "The main force left Freil's Rest..where I killed the Tuluki templar that kindly gave me this.." The rangy, ashen-skinned man reaches over his shoulder, patting his red-moon pommeled bone scimitar's hilt. The bantam, ebony-haired templar nods, eyebrow quirked. The brawny, black-skinned dwarf whispers something to the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The black and gray streaked man stares hard at the rangy, ashen-skinned man, listening. The rangy, ashen-skinned man nods to the brawny, black-skinned dwarf. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "At the vineyard, by th' way, the Allanaki forces crushed those of Tuluk. The only templar to survive the entire thing was with them..Lady Elly Fale." Several mercenaries start looking a little unwell. Perhaps it's all the food and wine they've consumed. Nodding, the black-haired, thin templar says to the bantam, ebony-haired templar, in sirihish: "Yes, Elaira Fale was the conquerer, officially." Shaking his head, the tall, tanned human man says, in sirihish: "Great.... it's started.... look at them... their about to pass out." The lithe, obsidian-haired woman blinks slightly as she lifts her head from the back of the chair, rubbing at one eye. The rangy, ashen-skinned man shrugs his shoulders. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "Back at Silverwood, they had run out of leadership, in the army. The charges were taking their toll." The rangy, ashen-skinned man chuckles. The rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "So, for a final charge, they picked out one of the militia officers, and a scruffy Byn sergeant..happened to be me..to lead the final charge." The brawny, black-skinned dwarf smiles ever so slightly. Shrugging briefly, the rangy, ashen-skinned man says, in sirihish: "We overran them, and captured several of their nobles..and when Lady Elaira arrived, they surrendered." The rangy, ashen-skinned man looks toward the brawny, black-skinned dwarf. The room erupts in cheers. :smiles towards ~kroz and nods slightly. The hunch-backed, bald man smiles towards the rangy, ashen-skinned man and nods slightly. The brawny, black-skinned dwarf winks at the rangy, ashen-skinned man. The black-haired, thin templar smiles up at the rangy, ashen-skinned man, clapping lightly. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman thumps on the table. The young, pony-tailed man joins in the cheers. The bantam, ebony-haired templar nods, clapping her hands together gingerly. Solemnly, raising a cup, the strong, gray-braided man says, in sirihish: "Hail the Highlord." The black haired, bearded human claps and cheers. The lean, fiercely-tattooed woman drinks firestorm's flame from a blue and purple ceramic bottle. > :claps his palms together, producing a slightly hollow sound. The hunch-backed, bald man claps his palms together, producing a slightly hollow sound. The black and gray streaked man claps momentarily as he turns back to his table. The nappy-haired man shouts, in sirihish: "hail the conquerors!, Hail the Highlord!" The rangy, ashen-skinned man chuckles, bowing his head. Clearly, the strong, gray-braided man says, in sirihish: "Thank you, Kroz. A stirring tale, and one that will be remembered for a long time." The strong, gray-braided man smiles.