The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Bowing deeply, and a bit unstably, Ironbeard the Magnanimous pronounces his blessing, "A gift for Pectus. Oh yes!"
Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a ruby and jade present!

(few seconds later)

Munsia D'cente` says, "Psi id dominate pectus give present to munsia."
Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "Thcre is no gift hinER than the gift of giwiEg!"


"Oops!" Munsia exclaims with a bashful expression.

Scuchidira puts a group of 158231450 weed sprigs into the Eternal Flame.
A group of 158231450 weed sprigs burns within the Eternal Flame, turning to ash as it is incinerated.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Scuchidira Tliwx says, "Bit of weed."
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Ryagan gives a horrified gasp.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Scuchidira Tliwx says, "Bit more whiskey."
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Scuchidira puts a group of 632925800 weed sprigs into the Eternal Flame.
A group of 632925800 weed sprigs burns within the Eternal Flame, turning to ash as it is incinerated.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Kharaen, riding Nomnom, the crimson scamp, arrives from the east.
A crimson cub pounces in friskily from the east, his head held high and tail swishing madly.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Meir closes his eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of his surroundings.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

"Oooooooooh!" Dartien says, eyes wide with wonder.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Scuchidira Tliwx says, "HOLY PYRES that's a lot of weed."
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Scuchidira cackles hellishly.
2980h, 2750m, 2550e, 10p, 12650en, 13400w esSix-

Eventru, Crown of the Exalted (Elder God).
Known also as the Exalted Lord, He has been regarded as a skilled Healer, having lead the Hamadhi in the Elder Wars. Now patroning the Light, He resides within His throne atop the Blessed Isle.

Fain, of the Red Masque (Elder God).
The circumstances of His beginnings are far beyond your feeble perspicacity, you pathetic, grovelling worm. Pray that He never deigns to acknowledge your insignificant superfluity.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity (Elder Goddess).
You cannot sense anything about that person.

I knew I bloody forgot something again.


But I fixed it.

(Adiks): Xaerin says, "-does her shakira glow-butt whirl-."

You are an enemy of the Righteous Principality of Magnagora.
A comment has been recorded about your enemying: 'Being far uglier than anyone should ever be. No, really. It's bad. Don't even get us started on his breath.'

Blurred movements of incorporeal shapes coalesce into tendrils of crimson darkness and pierce the very fabric of reality, heralding Fain, of the Red Masque.
A sense of chilly malevolence fills you as a black direwolf strides in from the ether.

Your vision blurs and swims as tangible waves of malevolence project from Fain's ghastly visage.

Emanating from the aether, a sonorous multi-toned voice says, "Here is the Crystal Matrix. It is a compilation of tertiary conducts that spiral upon themselves, a very interesting way of making a structure into a power-receptacle that I have not observed in any of the other matrixes."

Fain nods His head.

Emanating from the aether, a sonorous multi-toned voice says, "The construction is quite intriguing, as we already suspected from the histories, while very base, the energy conduits of the Matrix are actually turned inward in a spiral configuration rather than the straight lines of the Megalith, this is a trick that Xyl also used to use, I wonder if part of this remained in the collective memories of the lucidians."

Emanating from the aether, a sonorous multi-toned voice says, "Like all other Matrixes, the Matrix bores straight up and as such has the usual reflections on the other planes."

Emanating from the aether, a sonorous multi-toned voice says, "The surrounding rooms and chambers are also quite interesting, they appear to be part of the design of the Matrix."

The crimson miasma of souls about Fain's shrouded figure churns with sudden vehemence.

oti Ah, hm. This is something one does not see every day.
Your will is suppressed by Divine mandate, making you unable to perform any action.

Emanating from the aether, a sonorous multi-toned voice says, "These rooms also hold the galleries of the various noble families that used to reside in Hallifax, a political structure which I think you should find most intriguing. Please follow Me and I shall show you."

Fain nods His head.

Tendrils of a thick crimson smoke snake out of Fain's hands, spiraling back towards Him and consuming His body whole before dispersing into the aether.
A black direwolf stalks etherwards, eyes aglow with bloody flame.

(Elostian, the Enigma) relaxes His oppressive will, allowing all free action once again.

Elostian is standing here, wearing an Ask Me About Tours Button. He wields a sheaf of brochures in His right hand.

Slowly, ominously, the painted monster advances, resolving into reality. Venom drips from the mouths, sizzling into the ground below.

Dynami raises his left hand in the air and twirls his staff. A group of large nimbus clouds form overhead and it begins to rain.

Just as it seems the creature is about to strike, the clouds open, releasing a torrent of water upon the painting itself.

Sudden winds erupt from your surroundings, blowing the clouds away.

Suddenly, a bolt of white lightning strikes the painting and the monster begins to retreat back into it's painting.

With a screech, the monster slowly begins to streak and waver, image distorting like paint beneath water.

A faint, shrill whisper of "I'm meeeeelting!" reaches your ears, before the creature finally dissipates, leaving behind only a soggy puddle of color.

Brewmaster Arix Carthan, the Pyroholic pulls out a stick of charcoal and draws a mustache on a painting of Gorgolu, Devourer of Souls.

Brewmaster Arix Carthan, the Pyroholic adds giant eyebrows and a snazzy hat to the painting.