You had better not be referencing what I think you are.

(Although...there are remarkable similarities. )

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Your exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and you fall into a deep sleep.
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Sobran tells you, "Greetings, my dearest."
2705h, 3875m, 3680e, 10p, 12425en, 18275w exkp-wake

You open your eyes and yawn mightily.

Acolyte Syara, Enchantress say to a squat imp, "My shrunken black, clawed, tailed, horned child."

Syara nods her head sagely.

Shadow Mistress Nymerya d'Erlette, of Blood and Flame (Female Master Viscanti).
She is 46 years old, having been born on the 23rd of Dioni, 81 years after the
Coming of Estarra.
She is ranked 275th in Lusternia.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is a Mistress in the Mighty Dominion of Magnagora.
She is a Valleyrunner in the Fellowship of Explorers
She is a member of the clan called 'The Silverscribe Bookbinding Cartel.'
She is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
Her motto: 'Tenqual says, "I admit it, I worship Nymerya, I do."'
She is considered to be approximately 180% of your might.
She has taken the hand of Nokraenom d'Erlette in marriage.
She has been divorced once.
She is a root generation member of the d'Erlette family by marriage.
She has scribed the tales of old Celest into the Tome of Remembrance.
She survived the horror of Kethuru when creation was threatened.


I'm sure it's been mentioned before, but

(Celest): You say, "Urns are kinda cute."

(Celest): Anisu (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "You been up there to
long if you start thinking that."

(Celest): You say, "I mean three of them aren't hurting."

An ornate twin-bladed lance comes crashing down from above, exploding in a
brilliant display of light. When the light reaches its previous levels, you
notice Lord Hajamin standing where the lance had fallen.

Hajamin, the Golden Lord says, "I could help them if you'd like."

You say, "Oh please no."

The corners of Hajamin's mouth turn up as He grins mischievously.

Lord Hajamin spins the Lance of Brilliance above His head, causing a blinding
light to flood the area. When your vision returns, you realize He is no longer
standing here.

You tell Hajamin, the Golden Lord, "You do want me to offer them right?"

(Serenwilde Elite Guard): Thaemorn says, "Murphy near Thaemorn."
2927h, 4418m, 3992e, 10p exk-say he was at the center a moment ago

You say, "He was at the center a moment ago."
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(Serenwilde Elite Guard): Thaemorn says, "I mean.. Faethorn."

And that was after saying the right thing on the wrong channel first, too.

Shortly after that:

With a grim smile, Elryn touches the trees and sap courses out in a thick syrup
that lunges at Murphy, coating him in the viscid liquid.



--->murphy IS ASLEEP!

Flying insects suddenly swarm Murphy, covering him with tiny, painful stings.
--->murphy PARALYSED

Elryn points a golden sickle at Murphy and vines shoot forth, entangling him
with a thorny embrace.

The end of your cudgel forms a knotty burl and you point it at Murphy. The burl
pops and ruptures, shooting a barrage of splinters into his flesh.

Murphy wakes up with a gasp of pain.
--->murphy AWAKE!

Murphy swoons for a moment then rises again, flushed but strong.
A single tear drops from Murphy's eye as he stops his own heart, slaying
himself instantly.
Murphy has been slain by misadventure.
A flush of colour brightens Murphy's cheeks.
--->murphyAURA CLOSED

In the trees above Twisting pathway into the tainted mists.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. The
twisted remains of Murphy lie here. Forest Empath Elryn, Keeper of Avaerin is
here. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a golden sickle in his
right.
You see exits leading northeast and northwest.

You pick up the corpse of Murphy.
(Market): Murphy says, "Seeking a cleanse enchantment."

Good idea, Murphy!

That reminds me. I need cleanse, perfection, mercy, beauty, waterwalk, deathsight, scry, levitate, and jewelry to put them on.

Get the enchants from meee.....

Gooold....

Gonna have to wait on the gold part, I just spent the mysterious donation I got on some greatrobes. I'm back to having less than 1k.

Did I mention that I can enchant Greatrobes too? And I give out loans to very cheap conditions....

You see Seeker of the Dawn Kalodan Caelicus, Golden Faechild yell, "Help!
Help!"
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Kalodan quickly ducks down.
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ct dont do that..
(Serenwilde): You say, "Dont do that.."
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Silently floating in from the north, a frost hag hovers lazily here.
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Ravlok takes a long drag off his pipe.
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Hair swishing in the breeze, an elfen guard strolls in from the south.
Hair swishing in the breeze, an elfen guard strolls in from the south.
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A frost hag flickers with a ghostly light as she searches the area.
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Silently floating in from the north, a frost hag hovers lazily here.
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An elfen guard exclaims, "When there's danger about, call the elfen!"
An elfen guard strikes a pose.

Eromhlak tells you, "As soon as you graduate, or even before, I would advise
that you try to learn and undertand CHELP POWERGUIDE."

*sniffles as she awaits Sobran's quotes from aim*

Bau Sayelle: But now, I'm just gonna tell him to take a flying leap and drink a nice glass of shut the F*** up.

Druid Katlyn, of the Hart says, "Sir i request permission to ask 1 final
question on the subject."

You have emoted: Thaemorn stiffens again, his jaw clenching and knuckles
turning white against the base of his cudgel.

Elryn frowns at Katlyn.

Druid Katlyn, of the Hart says, "I didnt disobey this time i asked for
permission."

You say, "Very good."

You say, "But... Request denied."

I couldn't help myself!

No innuendos about the emote, either. You know who you are.

But I have so many inneuendos just running around my head!