Attendant Esano, Ire's Hammer says to you, "How effective are they at protection? I mean, swords are designed to go straight through meat ...."

You look undecided and say to Esano, "Well, there's some silk in there, too."

Attendant Esano, Ire's Hammer says, "Silk?"

Attendant Esano, Ire's Hammer says, "Is that any better?"

You say to Esano, "Would you like to look at them? Perhaps it'd be like being a particularly portly fellow. I mean, there's more meat to go through before it gets to your important meats."

Attendant Esano, Ire's Hammer says to you, "I might. Just to be able to say I've held robes made of meat. And silk."

It offers the following defences:
Physical cutting: 46
Physical blunt: 46
It is in perfect condition.
Pungent meat great robes has no poisons or magical effects on it.

You say, "Those are decent robes."

Sylthea nods her head at Gavriel.

Priestess Sylthea, Phlegmatic Paradigm says, "Well, it didn't take as much power as we thought."

Sylthea tosses a glowing powerstone to you, and you catch it nimbly.

You say, "How much?"

The powerstone is a perfect sphere, smooth and hard as a diamond. Colours swirl about upon its surface in an exotic patina of hues and shades. Vibrating with an inner energy, the powerstone holds an inner power all its own.
It has 237 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 4 ounce(s).
The powerstone is at 63% efficiency.

You say, "Ooh."
Hopefully, Iconoclast Gavriel says to you, "Are you going to wear them?"

Priestess Sylthea, Phlegmatic Paradigm says, "That plus one, since I didn't wield it right away."

You say to Gavriel, "Would I ever be able to wash the smell away?"

Priestess Sylthea, Phlegmatic Paradigm says, "Because I have the senility."

You pick up pungent meat great robes.

You remove blackened leather robes.

You slip into pungent meat great robes.

You say, "Are you happy now?"

Iconoclast Gavriel smiles broadly and says, "I hope not. You would never forget the gentle caress of sweet, sweet meatrobes."

Gavriel raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly.

These robes are a surreal creation indeed, being woven entirely of raw
animal meat. A thinly-sliced flap of ham has been stitched on for the
hood, while the main mass of the robes is formed from squishy hunks of
bloody red beef secured in places with silk thread. Ornamentation is
provided by strips of bacon on the cuffs and hem, marbled white with
fat. The sash of the robe is a slippery loop of unidentifiable
intestine, and there are even crude pockets on its inside lining to
provide useful, albeit greasy storage space.
It has 56 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Iconoclast Gavriel.

Iconoclast Gavriel smiles impishly and says, "Yes, I think so."

You raise the hood on pungent meat great robes.

Priestess Sylthea, Phlegmatic Paradigm says, "We should get him a bacon belt to go with it."

Utterly entranced, Gavriel emits a long "Ooooh."

You remove pungent meat great robes.

You snap your fingers and warm water showers down upon yourself, and you scrub under your armpits until you are squeaky clean.

You slip into blackened leather robes.

Iconoclast Gavriel exclaims, "No!"

Iconoclast Gavriel exclaims, "Put them back on!"

Priestess Sylthea, Phlegmatic Paradigm says, "Take it off!"

Sylthea whistles appreciatively.

You attempt to flirt with yourself but succeed only in boring yourself. Not a very good comment on your personality really.

You mutter discontentedly.

Gavriel wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

You give pungent meat great robes to Iconoclast Gavriel.

You say to Gavriel, "Foist them off on some novice."

Sylthea snickers softly to herself.

Gavriel licks pungent meat great robes.

Iconoclast Gavriel says, "We'll see."

(Newbie): Arin says, "Can't sing if you're blowing."

A newbie asked why we can't have wind instruments!

(***): Hibron says, "I am the alpha and the omega, the beginning
of nothing and the end of everything. I am Legion. I am Enkidu. I am the pointy
reckoning that will shudder the works of man. I am the monster in the closet and
the blood on the floor. I am the slow and inevitable heat-death of the
universe."

(****): -----(from the Aetherways) says, "Shut up and wash the
floor. :X."