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Narsrim raises His hand in greeting and says "Hi!"
Narsrim says, "How is everyone?"
Narsrim says, "Good, I hope."
You ponder the situation.
Darthen peers about himself unscrupulously.
Narsrim peers about Himself unscrupulously.
Grandmaster Narsrim D'cente`, Prince of the Lord (Male Demigod).
He is 143 years old, having been born on the 25th of Estar, 84 years after the
Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 31st in Lusternia.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is an Avatar of Eventru, Crown of the Exalted.
He is Grandmaster of Sacrifice in the Tahtetso.
He holds the position of Guild Archivist in the Tahtetso.
He is a Messenger of the Fates in the Fellowship of Explorers.
He is an enemy of your city.
He is an enemy of your guild.
He is a graduate of the Empyreal Academy.
He is a member of the clan called 'House D'cente`.'
He is a member of the clan called 'The Grandmasters' Conclave.'
He is a member of the clan called 'Disciples of Klangratch.'
He is a member of the clan called 'The Star Council.'
He is the clan head of the clan called 'Skete Nekhba.'
He is a member of the clan called 'House Aurendil.'
He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
His motto: 'The strong and virtuous admit no destiny.'
He is considered to be approximately 310% of your might.
He has been divorced once.
He is a founder of the D'cente` family.
See HONOURS FULL NARSRIM to view his 19 special honours.
Centre of the Necropolis.
It is difficult to detect any features of the room, due to the powerful field of
energy that is put out by the Megalith of Doom, absorbing all but the darkest of
colours and dominating everything else in the room. The architecture of the room
is designed to accommodate the Megalith of Doom with a high dome that forms the
entire ceiling. A circular series of steps descends three tiers down to the
indentation in the centre of the room where the Megalith stands. Four archways
lead out of the room to the other areas of the Necropolis, where candles and
other illumination can barely be detected through the powerful force of the
Megalith. Rubescent lambency emits from amidst crimson petals of the weeping
amaranth suspended from a magnificent gemwork chandelier. Rising up from cracks
in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the
air with its foul fumes. A painting of Supreme Master Luciphage is proudly
exhibited on a nearby wall. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a
marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. The
Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. There are 2
wights here. Wrapped in billowing black robes, an illithoid reaver waits,
motionless. There are 2 palm sigils here. There are 3 Ur'Guard Grand Marshals
here. Crying out the latest news, Rasshid d'Sifal strolls purposefully through
the streets. Marquis Stangmar i'Colihn, Tainted Old Geezer is here. He wields a
golden chain of cruelly twisted links with both hands. Kyoodai Darthen
Shanthine, Apprentice of the Way is here, shrouded. He wields a long black chain
with steel scythes with both hands. Narsrim is here, surrounded by a radiant
halo of golden and ivory light.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
Darthen sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.
Narsrim glares angrily at Darthen.
Darthen tells you, "Why is eventru here."
Darthen's eyes sparkle with amusement at Narsrim.
You say, "Hello, Eventru?"
Kyoodai Darthen Shanthine, Apprentice of the Way says, "Mmhmm."
Narsrim says, "Do I look like Narsrim?"
"Pish posh," says Narsrim with a dismissive wave of His hand.
You say, "The halo sort of gives it away."
Kyoodai Darthen Shanthine, Apprentice of the Way says, "Very much so."
"Pah" Narsrim says with disgust.
Narsrim says, "We'll need to fix that."
Ethelon arrives from the west.
Ethelon leaves to the east.
You nod your head emphatically.
Rasshid d'Sifal gives one last cry and departs to the north to deliver the news.
You say, "So, how are things?"
Kyoodai Darthen Shanthine, Apprentice of the Way says, "He left."
A wry smile spreads across Darthen's face.
You snap your fingers.
I'm too supportive of the 'find a life outside Lusternia' concept. 
