hippocrachus
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It's always nice to wake up to a birthday.
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
The Lamentation of Lolth - OoC IV
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Jarval
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A belated happy birthday to Kirinke. Hope you had a good one
Given that we're in a well in the middle of Orchard Meadows, getting the items identified by Mother Grundy is probably the best place to start. We've got enough gold to cover the expenses for everything still to be identified we've got, and Andreas wouldn't mind dropping by to see her anyway.
Given that we're in a well in the middle of Orchard Meadows, getting the items identified by Mother Grundy is probably the best place to start. We've got enough gold to cover the expenses for everything still to be identified we've got, and Andreas wouldn't mind dropping by to see her anyway.
Thankies all for da b-day good wishies... I got a big corner desk, the fan blower to the air-heat unit fixed (it died awhile back) an an some pretty clothes I can now wear because I have air conditioning in my car. 
Hmmm from what I've read, most elves start adventuring at around 100-110 years of age. That would be the equivalent of a 17-18 year old human if I'm not too off base. So from that, Teleri and most of the full elves in the party are still pretty much finishing up their teenage years. I dunno.
Hmmm from what I've read, most elves start adventuring at around 100-110 years of age. That would be the equivalent of a 17-18 year old human if I'm not too off base. So from that, Teleri and most of the full elves in the party are still pretty much finishing up their teenage years. I dunno.
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The only reason I suggested going to Dagger Falls, would be the ability, hopefully, to get the scrolls in bulk. While I have no doubt that Mother Grundy would love the extra income, I just wasn't wanting to make her have to spend all of her spells per day on doing this for us, if there was something else she wanted to do. However, if she is game, then by all means, we will support her as she has supported us...
Also, I am about to edit the list to reflect the lenses that Dunstand found, didn't mean to leave them off from the list all...
Also, I am about to edit the list to reflect the lenses that Dunstand found, didn't mean to leave them off from the list all...
Jarval
Explorer
Due to study and work commitments, I'm going to be away from EN World from the 27th of July until the 5th of August. Check out this thread for more details.
Sorry for any problems this might cause
Sorry for any problems this might cause
Manzanita
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thanks.
Anyway, what's our next step? We can try to question Applebottom more in jail, but that may well not get us anywhere. Do we have anything else to ask Namaani about? What other loose ends do we have? I'm drawing a bit of a blank
As for the journal, this is what is says:
Delight in the wildness of the eternal screaming. The tithes one pays to gods, in the name of gods! We who breathe immortal air, when we must share it's warmth in our ever dying lungs. Ceaseless it bears fruit, and then in withering and dusk, turns pallid. For them, for myself, for tales of our own mortal vengeance, the gods smile in mockery and irony.
Now with my own twilight, I indulge in solemn coronation and crown myself King Fool, the greatest of rogues, whose true tale will never be revealed. Heir apparent to lost titles, master thief of the kingdom's greatest treasure! All these years of illusion and deceit. Ha! Never once did their prying fingers find my trove. Those fools, those poor fools, gave me far more than baubles. Never can they retrieve what they've lost. They never peered into the well, not once. All their pathetic longing, all their wasted tears, all their vain prayers. It's too bad they never thought to make a wish.
Anyway, what's our next step? We can try to question Applebottom more in jail, but that may well not get us anywhere. Do we have anything else to ask Namaani about? What other loose ends do we have? I'm drawing a bit of a blank
As for the journal, this is what is says:
Delight in the wildness of the eternal screaming. The tithes one pays to gods, in the name of gods! We who breathe immortal air, when we must share it's warmth in our ever dying lungs. Ceaseless it bears fruit, and then in withering and dusk, turns pallid. For them, for myself, for tales of our own mortal vengeance, the gods smile in mockery and irony.
Now with my own twilight, I indulge in solemn coronation and crown myself King Fool, the greatest of rogues, whose true tale will never be revealed. Heir apparent to lost titles, master thief of the kingdom's greatest treasure! All these years of illusion and deceit. Ha! Never once did their prying fingers find my trove. Those fools, those poor fools, gave me far more than baubles. Never can they retrieve what they've lost. They never peered into the well, not once. All their pathetic longing, all their wasted tears, all their vain prayers. It's too bad they never thought to make a wish.
