Baroness Celeris La'Saet, Love's Protege says, "I should check on my whores."

portal exit
You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.
The Aetherplex Chamber.
Someone's magically-preserved letter has been lost here. Gazing out behind eyes of ice, the body of Anyania is frozen solid, preserved here in the middle of some act. The fossilized remains of Niho are here. A white marble gravestone stands vigil here, memorializing the death of some poor soul. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here.
You see exits leading north (open door), south, and out.

A wiry haired mammoth stomps in from the ether.

Ceren laughs joyously.


A wiry haired mammoth stomps off to the ether.

Thought I was at the Mag portals, saw a crow come in through the portals and leave. Alerted the city to an intruder, and when I tried to hunt them down, saw that the compass wasn't reading right. Then I realized I was at the aetherplex.

Although, if I had more time, I think I would have played with it some more.

(Newbie): Jeryd says, "How do i play the game im stuck at the txt screen."

(Newbie): Shuyin says, "The graphics come later after you beat it."

(Serenwilde): Aiyana says, "There's a certain order to the stripper-cycle."

...

WELL THERE IS D:

(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "Your Dark Marshall is currently facing a crisis. Perhaps one of you can help."

(Glomdoring): Shuyin (from an Aetherbubble) says, "What's going on?"

(Glomdoring): Yamori (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Of course, M'lady."

You tell Talan Ysav'rai, "Is something happening?"

(The Shadow Court): Ishant says, "Does anyone know the crisis Lady Viravain speaks of?"

(The Shadow Court): Shuyin (from an Aetherbubble) says, "Something about a rug."

(The Shadow Court): You say, "I do not. I sent the Dark Seneschal a tell just now."

(The Shadow Court): Talan (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "It is no crisis really. We are sprucing. I... apparently do not know how to properly keep temple."

(The Shadow Court): Ishant says, "Interesting."

(The Shadow Court): Talan (from the Realm of the Lady of the Thorns) says, "But if anyone has a way to clean a rug? You sort of hang them up and hit them with a stick, yes? And then the dirt falls out?"

(The Shadow Court): You say, "Yes, I believe that is proper procedure..."

(The Shadow Court): Shuyin (from an Aetherbubble) says, "Have Krellan clean it."

(The Shadow Court): You say, "Would you like aid? I shall come with my cudgel."

Talan tells you, "A cudgel would be helpful I guess, yes."

(walking to temple)

(The Shadow Court): Viravain says, "That would imply that Krellan is most apt at domesticated chores, Shuyin."

(a bit more walking)

Talan Ysav'rai says, "I will try that, I think."

You curtsey respectfully before Talan.

p rug
Carved from a single aslaran specimen, this beautiful rug is the colour of the deepest stygian night. The legs and arms of the donor are clearly visible, making up four smaller sections that jut out from the main body of the lush, black fur rug. A stubby tail makes up the fifth limb and a small silver tag is attached with the words "Donated by Yrael" embossed upon its exterior.
It weighs about 62 pounds.

(The Shadow Court): Shuyin (from an Aetherbubble) says, "Good point milady. He would be better suited as a new rug instead."

You say, "If you hang it up, Seneschal, I'll beat the dirt from it."

Talan Ysav'rai nods to the rug, suspended over the floating broom.

Talan Ysav'rai says, "That bit is done."

You have emoted: Ried stands next to the hovering rug and prepares to swing her cudgel.

You say to Talan, "Best get out of the way, Seneschal. I wouldn't want you inhaling the dust."

Talan nods her head in agreement.

Talan Ysav'rai steps a few paces back, lifting the collar of her robes to cover her mouth and nose.

You have emoted: Ried gives the rug a good whack, sending a dust cloud into the air.

Clouds of billowing dust erupts from the rug, filling up the room with its presence and obscuring all sight.

Talan covers her mouth and sneezes.

You have emoted: Ried holds her breathe and waves the dust away, to no avail.

Between coughs, you exclaim, "This is a bit much!"

You ask Talan, "Do you think I got it all?"

An eerie whisper echoes upon the wind, "Perhaps, we should do this another time ... "

#187 f+ Skill: Necromancy - DeathWeapon G: Ur'Guard