Roustabout XYZ says, "I'm tired..."

XYZ ponders the situation.

XYZ leaves to the south.

XYZ arrives from the south.

XYZ leaves to the east.

XYZ arrives from the east.

Roustabout XYZ says, "Those great robes?"

XYZ removes tortuous robes of the harlequin.

XYZ gives tortuous robes of the harlequin to you.

Roustabout XYZ says, "Have another pair if they are."

Roustabout XYZ says, "I'm pretty much done."

XYZ exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.

You say to XYZ, "Um...okay. Thanks."

XYZ drops a shadow-hued mandolin of harlequin patterns.

You say to XYZ, "Sorry, this is just...unexpected."

XYZ gives an amethyst vial to you.

XYZ gives a ruby vial to you.

XYZ gives a garnet vial to you.

XYZ gives a garnet vial to you.

You blink incredulously at XYZ.

XYZ gives a platinum piercing needle to you.

XYZ cringes pathetically.

XYZ gives a bottle to you.

XYZ gives a palm sigil to you.

You say to XYZ, "Er...why are you doing this?"

XYZ exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.

XYZ ponders the situation.

You say to XYZ, "I'm sorry, I'm not ungrateful. Rather, I don't want you giving
me your posessions for the wrong reason..."

Roustabout XYZ says, "So long lusternia."

XYZ is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe
until he returns to Lusternia.

You open your eyes wide with shock.

You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!

(Magnagora): You say, "I have a weird question...I think I was just given
someone's worldly possessions as their...final farewell, if you know what I
mean...what should I do with them?"

(Magnagora): Yiro (from the Aetherways) says, "Make use or disperse to those who
will."

(Magnagora): You say, "It feels...weird to be randomly given someone's
possessions before they voluntarily shuffle off their mortal coil."

(Magnagora): Gharveyn says, "That happened to us with the first person we met, a
suicide, sad..."

(Magnagora): Nemoria says, "It's apart of life."

(Magnagora): You say, "It may be...I just hope it's not a bad omen."

Nemoria performs a graceful curtsey.

You bow respectfully to Nemoria.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says to you, "You think to much
upon death."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Think about undeath."

Nemoria's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say, "Undeath?"

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Yes."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Not dead but not living.."

You say, "Hmm...slipping between the cracks, as it were?"

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says to you, "Not really slipping
between the cracks.."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says to you, "Just in between the
void, and life."

You say, "Well, I do like breaking the rules...but only if said violation of
rules is meaningful."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Some rules are made to be
broken, ask your necromancer to give the gift of the Lichseed, and then die, and
experience it for yourself."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "It's wonderful, and yet i'm
hypocritical."

The corners of Nemoria's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You tilt your head curiously at Nemoria.

You say, "How so?"

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "I am a Dracnari."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "We love the heat..."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "But as an undead you become
cold.."

The corners of Nemoria's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You nod your head emphatically.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "I don't believe that your
Sohei would even consider getting himself liched."

You say, "And what of myself? I come from a race that embraces spirituality, if
the loboshigaru monks of the Tosha Monastery are any consideration..."

You say, "Would becoming undead also make me hypocritical?"

Nemoria shrugs helplessly.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "I don't know much about the
ways of the Lobos..."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "That's one race I don't
know much about..."

Nemoria ponders the situation.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders asks, "Would you like to come with
me, and we can discuss this over a drink or three?"

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

You say, "Sure, why not."

You begin to follow Nemoria.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Ahh."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "A geomancer has been here."

You say, "Hmm?"

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Only a geomancer can taint
the land."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "Is this what you had in mind for a place to drink?"

Nemoria nods her head emphatically.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "I've been in a
contemplative mood."

You say, "Forgive me, but...I notice a distinct lack of things to drink..."

Nemoria waves about a bottle energetically.

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Nemoria drops a bottle.

You pick up a bottle.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "I think that maybe empty."

You say, "No, I see a little white wine in there."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Heh."

You say, "I cannot tell how much, but hopefully it should be enough to quench us
both."

You say, "May I?"

You have emoted: Kilson indicates the bottle.

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Go ahead."

You take a long draught of a volcanic whiskey, hoping to quench your thirst.
Your throat burns slightly as the liquid flows down smoothly, giving an odd
mixed sensation of pleasure and pain.

You cough softly.

You say, "I just realized...I had a drink myself."

Nemoria gives a pained sigh.

You say, "From the one who suicided. He apparently gave me a bottle of whiskey."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "I need to attend some
buisness."

Nemoria chuckles long and heartily.


Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "Whiskey is some good
drinking."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders says, "If you have the stomach for
it."

Geophyte Nemoria Mes'ard, Builder of Boulders has lost you.