Health: -2589|

A haughty scribe yells, "Egads! I'm being attacked!"
(Celest): Raifret says, "Uhm."
(Celest): Pharamon says, "Scribe?"
(Celest): Mortexia says, "Park, last I heard?"
Raifret leaves to the northeast.
(Celest): Raifret says, "By a... duck."

Near the duck pond.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. The bright sun
shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Peering over his
spectacles with a frown, a haughty scribe stands here. A duck waddles around in
a circle. Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade is here. He wields a silver
cross katana with both hands. Thiden Diluculo is here. He wields a white angelic
lyre in his left hand.
You see exits leading northeast and northwest.

Your eyes bug out as you boggle in amazement.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Just a duck?! No harm?!"
A duck lets out an indignant quack as it opens its wings, trying to intimidate
the scribe with its puny size.

You say, "Oooh it's so cuuute!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Cute?!"
You say, "The duck!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "It's a beast! look at it!"
(Celest): Raifret says, "We have a duck in our duck pond."

(Celest): Aison says, "Good."

(Celest): Gyorn says, "Well I would hope so."

(Celest): Aletheus says, "And it is aggressive?"
A duck darts forward, trying to peck at the scribe's ankles.

(Celest): You say, "And.. it's got size issues."
"Shoo! Shoo!" Thiden says to a duck as he waves him away.
With a contemptuous quack, a duck turns his back on Thiden and waddles off

A haughty scribe yelps in pain.

(Celest): Gyorn says, "Not much of a duck pond without ducks.."

(Celest): Mortexia says, "True..."
4350h, 3675m, 3450e, 10p, elrxkb<>-|Safe|

(Celest): Raifret says, "I don't remember there being an actual duck."

A haughty scribe swats wildly at the duck, yelping aloud.

A haughty scribe says, "You... you..."

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Demon in yellow feathers!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "You beaked hellion of Nil!"

A duck bites at the scribe's hand, quacking loudly.

(Celest): You say, "The duck thinks it's bigger than it really is... hahe."

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Aahh! My hand!"
You scold a duck angrily.

"Shoo! Shoo!" you say to a duck as you wave him away.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Look at it!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "It's hideous!"

look duck
This drake is predominantly white and grey, with softer, lighter under-feathers,
and darker wings. In contrast, his head is a shiny turquoise with dark eyes and
a flat yellow beak designed for dredging underwater for food. Stalk-like legs of
bright orange with three webbed toes support him on the ground, and tuck beneath
his wings when he flies.
A duck almost glows with nearly god-like power.
He weighs about 9 pounds.
You see nothing in it.
A duck settles down in a corner to sleep.

Thiden Diluculo says, "Why don't we find a more duck-free place to get some
fresh air, the duck seems rather taken with you."

A haughty scribe clutches his scrolls tightly to his chest, eyeing the duck
wearily.
You say, "Yes... hideous."

A haughty scribe exclaims, "That... Foul feathered flying facetious.... FOWL!"

A haughty scribe shakes a scroll threateningly at the duck.

pat scribe
You pat a haughty scribe in a friendly manner.
A haughty scribe is lost in thought and barely notices you.

A duck raises its head, beady eyes fixating on the scribe.

A haughty scribe says, "Why, come any closer and I... I... I'll..."

A haughty scribe says, "Um..."

A haughty scribe says, "I..."

i
You are wielding a silver jeweler's hammer in your left hand and a glittering
diamond piercing needle in your right hand.
You are holding:
a wreath of midnight black roses, 7 master's paint palettes, a key, 25 ruby
vials, 3 sketches of duck, 3 sketches of scribe, 4 blank sketches, 2 coal pieces
in 2 groups.
You are wearing:
dark purple lace panties, a dark purple lace bra, a royal blue dress, a soft,
crystal blue leather pack, a tiara of midnight roses, a midnight black rose, an
entrancing red rose, a light blue coral ring.
You have 61 types of items in the Rift.
You possess 56 items and are carrying no gold.

A haughty scribe says, "Um..."

Soothing Touch of the Balm, Gyorn La'Saet says, "Whack it with a scroll?"

You roll on the floor, laughing.

You say, "Here!"

Gyorn looks about furtively, trying his best not to look suspicious.

give hammer to scribe
You give a silver jeweler's hammer to a haughty scribe.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Yes! Gyorn will whack you with a scroll!"

You say, "There you go!"

A haughty scribe clenches his fist and chortles "Ooer!"

A duck slowly opens its wings, hissing softly.

A haughty scribe clutches a silver jeweler's hammer in both hands and lifts it
overhead.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Commere, ducky!"

A haughty scribe leaps forward, slamming the hammer downwards, narrowly missing
the duck.

You say, "Put some muscle into it!"

A duck lets out a startled quack as it dives at the scribe's ankles.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "I'll get you yet, you feathered floosy!"

A haughty scribe swings downwards quickly, the hammer whizzing between his legs
and just over the ducks head. With a yelp and a tumble, he falls clutching the
hammer in one hand while the rest of him lies in a jumbled mess.

Going red with rage, A haughty scribe exclaims, "You... You...!"

A duck flaps its wings wildly as the hammer goes by, lifting from the ground and
landing neatly atop the scribe's back.

Gyorn flaps his arms madly.

A haughty scribe slowly tightens his grip around the haft of the hammer, and
swings upward suddenly at the duck, perched square-ly on his back.

A duck scrambles away from the hammer, over the scribe's head, making a mess of
his hair as it tries to get away.

A haughty scribe smacks himself in the shoulder with the side of the hammer
while trying to turn it away, yelping loudly as it smacks against bone.

You say to a haughty scribe, "Keep at it.. don't give up! You'll... get it..
eventually..."

A haughty scribe exclaims, "You filthy fowl!"

A duck lets out a massive quack right into the scribe's ear before tumbling onto
the ground again.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "I'm going to fire your feathered fanny if I can get
ahold of you!"

A haughty scribe blinks and shakes his head for a moment, apparently stunned by
the verbal assault.

Quietly, Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to you, "Did you give
him that hammer?"

You grin and nod at Aison.

A duck runs quacking at the scribe's ankles again.

A haughty scribe says, "Why... Why..."

Aison gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a haughty scribe, "What did
you do to that poor duck!?"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "ME?!"
A haughty scribe exclaims, "What did I do?!"

A duck fluffs its feathers indignantly and waddles away in triumph.

A haughty scribe swings wildly at the duck, yelping as the momentum of the
hammer carries him in uncontrolled circles.

You say, "Beaten by a duck!"
Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says, "We need more ducks."

Gyorn grins mischievously at a haughty scribe.
A haughty scribe is lost in thought and barely notices you.

A duck flaps its wings, wildly quacking.

get duck
You cannot pick up a duck.

A haughty scribe peers about himself unscrupulously.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "I'd lick to see you do better!"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted asks a haughty scribe, "Dear ...
er... what's your name?"

You say, "Me attack a duck?!"

A haughty scribe blinks.

A haughty scribe says, "My name?"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a haughty scribe, "Yes."

A haughty scribe says, "My name, my name... My name is..."

A haughty scribe glares angrily at a duck.

Lunging with the hammer in hand, A haughty scribe exclaims, "THE DUCK HUNTER!"

A duck quacks like a duck at a haughty scribe.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "You filthy feathered water fowl, come back here!"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a haughty scribe, "No,
really, what's your name? Mr. Scribe? I mean... why are you after this duck?!"

A duck dives at the scribe's kneecaps, ready to peck at him again.

A haughty scribe yelps in pain.

Zacc smirks.
Opening her mouth wide, Aison gapes in wonder.
Gyorn looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "No! Not the kneecaps!"

A haughty scribe swings wildly downwards, a hint of madness gleaming in his
eyes.


*SKIPS AHEAD A LITTLE.... Meanwhile.. he is STILL having trouble*


A haughty scribe exclaims, "Somebody get me something big and heavy!"

A duck flaps its wings, tumbling away from the scribe and running into Aison in
its mad attempt to escape.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Kill it! Kill it quickly!"

Raifret ceases to wield a silver cross katana.

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says, "Why?!"

Raifret gives a silver cross katana to a haughty scribe.

Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says, "You better give that back."

A haughty scribe runs around madly, flapping his arms in a blind panic.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "It's gone!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Where did that dastardly duck go?!"

You say, "Did the duck fly away? And just waiting to dive down upon you!"

You quickly duck down.
Quacking raucously, a colourful duck enters from the northwest.

A haughty scribe stares implacably at a duck.

"A DUCK MUST DIEEEEEEEEEE!", a haughty scribe screams.

A haughty scribe swings wildly with a silver jeweler's hammer at a duck,
managing to do nothing more than ruffle his tail feathers.

A duck rolls its beady eyes wildly as it runs around, bumping into Raifret and
Gwynevere and then the scribe again.

The corners of Gyorn's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

"A DUCK MUST DIEEEEEEEEEE!", a haughty scribe screams.

Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says to a duck, "Don't make me punt
you into next Klangary."
A haughty scribe jumps onto a duck.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Do it!"

A haughty scribe lifts the hammer high above his head as he begins to cackle, a
hint of madness slipping into his voice.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "You filthy feathered flying water foul, I'll show
you who gets the last cluck!"

A haughty scribe slams his hammer downwards, smashing its head into the dirt
only inches beside the duck's head.

A duck pops out of the scribe's grasp at last, running head-first into Gyorn's
ankles instead.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Get back here!"

A duck lies on the ground stunned.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Geeet back heeerree!"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a haughty scribe, "You
should know better, he doesn't know any better!"

A haughty scribe jumps onto a duck.

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted exclaims to a haughty scribe, "Ack!
Stop!"

A haughty scribe cackles hellishly.

A haughty scribe lofts his hammer high as he continues to cackle, a feverish
light entering his eyes.

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted pulls on a haughty scribe, grasping
the hammer.

A duck lets out a pathetic little quack as it turns to bite as its attacker's
ear.

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted exclaims to a haughty scribe,
"Stop!"

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

Zacc utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "You! Stupid! Duck! This! Is! What! You! Get!
AAAAARRGGHH! MY EAR!"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a haughty scribe, "No!"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted exclaims to a haughty scribe, "Bad!"

A duck pulls out of the scribe's grasp and flaps around in a panic.

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted exclaims to a haughty scribe, "Pull
your senses together, man!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Aaargghh!"

Aison slaps a haughty scribe on the cheek.

A haughty scribe begins to weep uncontrollably.

A haughty scribe sneaks up slowly behind the duck, lofting Gwynevere's hammer
over his head.

Leaping suddenly with a downward swing, A haughty scribe exclaims, "NEVER!"

Aison places both hands over her eyes, blocking the world from sight.

A duck flaps away from the scribe in a blind panic, tripping over Zacc's feet.

A haughty scribe lands face first on the ground, lying completely still for a
moment.

Herbalist Zacc says, "Someone give it some bread."

You say, "Yes! Bread!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Somebody kill the thing!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Yes! Bread! Dried bread, cut into squares!"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "And stuffed into its chest!"

A haughty scribe says, "And basted in a nice honey glaze..."

A haughty scribe drools like a simpering idiot.

A duck hides behind Gwynevere's legs.

Raifret sways back and forth.

Soothing Touch of the Balm, Gyorn La'Saet says to a haughty scribe, "Hungry?"

A haughty scribe exclaims, "...COMMERE, DUCKY!"

Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says, "I'm hungry."

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a duck, "Run!"

A haughty scribe jumps onto a duck.

A duck quacks like a duck.

A haughty scribe tosses the hammer aside and begins to wring the ducks neck with
his bare hands.

Aison places both hands over her eyes, blocking the world from sight.

A duck opens its beak in a mute protest.

Jerking back and forth with the duck in hand, A haughty scribe exclaims, "You!
Stupid! Duck!"

Struggling, a haughty scribe smacks the duck's head against the ground several
times, before it falls still.

You say, "He killed it!"

Throwing his hands in the air, a haughty scribe tosses his head back and laughs
sadistically.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Finally! Dinner!"

Herbalist Zacc says, "It's playing dead... I hope?"

You say, "Can we immolate a duck?"

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

The corners of Gyorn's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Talkan peers at the corpse of a duck unscrupulously.

With your mighty index finger extended, you poke the corpse of a duck.

Aison's lower lip begins to tremble as she looks at the corpse of a duck from
beneath tear-heavy eyelids.

Gyorn licks the corpse of a duck.

Regaining some of his composure, A haughty scribe exclaims, "Aison! Gwynevere!
Gyorn!"

A haughty scribe says, "I welcome you all to join me for dinner."

A haughty scribe says, "In, oh..."

"Ok!" Gyorn exclaims at a haughty scribe.

Father Talkan La'Saet, Loyalty of Exultation kneels down next to the corpse of a
duck to observe its corpse.

A haughty scribe gazes up at the sun.

Soothing Touch of the Balm, Gyorn La'Saet says, "Where at?"

Glowering, Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says, "I am not eating
that poor animal with you, you monster!"

A haughty scribe says, "Noon time?"

Gyorn enthuses, "Sure!"

Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says, "Oh sure, ignore me, then."

Raifret thwaps a haughty scribe on the head.

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Father Talkan La'Saet, Loyalty of Exultation says to a haughty scribe, "Duck for
lunch?"

A haughty scribe nods his head at Talkan.

You say, "I'm in!"

A haughty scribe scoops the duck up, and stuffs it into his robes.

A haughty scribe says, "I think a nice honey glaze will suffice."

A haughty scribe calmly returns Gwynevere's blood-splattered hammer.

Your eyelid flutters and your eyeball twitches in its socket.

A haughty scribe says, "Your hammer, deary."

You peer at a silver jeweler's hammer unscrupulously.

Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says, "How is there blood? You never
hit it."

Gyorn snaps his fingers and warm water showers down upon you. You feel compelled
to scrub under your armpits until you are squeaky clean. Ah, how refreshing!

A haughty scribe says, "I hit myself a few times, for sure."

A haughty scribe grumbles angrily.

Comprehension flashes across Raifret's face.

Templar Raifret La'Saet, Oceanic Pureblade says, "Makes sense."

A haughty scribe exclaims, "So!"

Gwynevere wipes her hammer off on Aison, cleaning it completely
so that it shines brightly.

A haughty scribe gives the Handmaiden of Shakiniel the once-over, eyeing her
suspiciously.

Gyorn snaps his fingers and warm water showers down upon Aison, who scrubs under
her armpits until she is squeaky clean.

A haughty scribe says, "You coming, babe?"

Opening her mouth wide, Aison gapes in wonder.

A haughty scribe winks conspiratorially at the Handmaiden of Shakiniel.

A haughty scribe exclaims, "Alright, alright!"

Faithful Aison La'Saet, Hand of the Exalted says to a haughty scribe, "Who are
you and what have you done with the haughty scribe!"


**ANNND BLAHBLAHBLAH! I spaced out trying to post this and missed the duck dinner!!! But he saved me cheesecake! YAY!!**

Dusty silver mine.
Dimming the reflectiveness of the exposed ore, a fine layer of coal dust has settled across the metals and stones of the mine. Fetid, tainted air wafts through towards the north, sweeping some of the dust back whence it came. A few full crates lay along the path, each marked with a slip noting their contents and destination. There are 4 undead dwarf miners here. A hefty stone bearing the distinctive silvery glints of high grade silver is here. There are 6 plague lords here. There are 44 Ur'Guard Grand Marshals here.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.

Oops?

I wanted to put bard guards in every room down there too so that nobody could really get in, but I was yelled at and told I was crazy.

8525h, 6480m, 5865e, 10p, 35400en, 26370w exkb<>-diagnose
You are:
without a left arm.
without a right arm.
blind.
an insomniac.
8525h, 6480m, 5865e, 10p, 35400en, 26370w xkb<>-
apply regeneration left arm
apply health to arms
8525h, 6480m, 5865e, 10p, 35400en, 26370w xkb<>-
You have no arms!
8525h, 6480m, 5865e, 10p, 35400en, 26370w xkb<>-
You have no arms!

TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND

When you get to that point you just headbutt and pray.

heh



had to be done IMO

(College): Necronith (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "This is GAYYYY!!!!!!! Achaea is much better!!!!"

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