Yzerios has disappeared into the cold depths of Astral Aetherspace, bits and pieces of his corpse later scraped off a gnome exploratory aethership and then processed for identification.

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf sweeps at the floor, humming to
himself.

Yzerios tells you, "Awake, Tully?"
You open your eyes and yawn mightily.

The Fulcrux-Hut of the Turkey-Vulture.
This little pocket realm appears as a simple domicile with wooden walls and a
hardwood floor. The north wall appears translucent and shows a view of
aetherspace. The environment feels slightly cool but comfortable, and there is a
hint of fragrance in the air. The upper portion of the walls contains woodcut
carvings of various birds. The east wall contains a pile of odd and ends, a
shelf with Tully's cleaning equipment, and items all stacked willy-nilly on
various shelves, near Tully's bed. The west wall has dozens of half-finished
sketches, doodles, and writings near a bookcase. The south wall contains a nook
with a pantry, while a little curtain in the southeast corner appears to hide
the bathroom. Above you, you can see a few of what appears to be a starlit sky,
an obvious glamour if you look closely but nevertheless impressive. A sturdy
couch of dark blue linen shows its scuffs and wear. A comfortably sized set of
carved bunk beds sits here with the blanket turned down invitingly. Seeming to
absorb the light in inky blackness, a large onyx bookshelf looms here. A large
tapestry of the entire basin hangs here. Crackling with energy, the command
chair rises up from the floor. Lacquered mahogany wood has been carved into a
Bombard! board here, awaiting players. A painting of Volucer is proudly
exhibited on a nearby wall. An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf is
here, holding a mop with one hand and a bucket with wheels at his feet. You see
a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex
system. You may use the BOOKSHELF commands here.
You see exits leading up and in (open door).

You tell Sergeant Yzerios d'Vanecu, "Yes."

Yzerios tells you, "Resting, I imagine."

2165h, 1565m, 1418e, 0p, 8975en, 7400w ex-examine figurine
The marble bust of this stout dwarf has been exquisitely crafted,larger than
your average figurine. He has a rough, scraggly long beard and salt-and-pepper
hair, both of which are unkempt and made of ragged-looking, dyed wool. His face
has been painted tan and the marble carefully chiseled, cut and then smoothed to
give soft wrinkles and crows feet at the corners of his sunken eyes, making him
appear even older than he would have at first glance. Slightly yellowed teeth
can be seen when he starts to mumble to himself, beneath a bulbous nose and his
plain brown eyes, the irises of which have been cut from some dark, ruddy
gemstone. With a small scar on his cheek and a soft, fleeting smile crossing his
face, he seems to carry some feeling of inner warmth. He is wearing a set of
flowing smoke grey robes, a black and silver fur-lined cloak and a subtle, dark
blue velvet overcloak. An etching upon his robes reads in an elegant, perfect
script: "Tully, Janitor of the Basin, I".
An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf exudes an aura of overwhelming
power.

Yzerios tells you, "I have.. questions. Quite a few, actually."

You tell Sergeant Yzerios d'Vanecu, "What do ye want to know?"

The Fulcrux-Hut of the Turkey-Vulture.
This little pocket realm appears as a simple domicile with wooden walls and a
hardwood floor. The north wall appears translucent and shows a view of
aetherspace. The environment feels slightly cool but comfortable, and there is a
hint of fragrance in the air. The upper portion of the walls contains woodcut
carvings of various birds. The east wall contains a pile of odd and ends, a
shelf with Tully's cleaning equipment, and items all stacked willy-nilly on
various shelves, near Tully's bed. The west wall has dozens of half-finished
sketches, doodles, and writings near a bookcase. The south wall contains a nook
with a pantry, while a little curtain in the southeast corner appears to hide
the bathroom. Above you, you can see a few of what appears to be a starlit sky,
an obvious glamour if you look closely but nevertheless impressive. A sturdy
couch of dark blue linen shows its scuffs and wear. A comfortably sized set of
carved bunk beds sits here with the blanket turned down invitingly. Seeming to
absorb the light in inky blackness, a large onyx bookshelf looms here. A large
tapestry of the entire basin hangs here. Crackling with energy, the command
chair rises up from the floor. Lacquered mahogany wood has been carved into a
Bombard! board here, awaiting players. A painting of Volucer is proudly
exhibited on a nearby wall. An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf is
here, holding a mop with one hand and a bucket with wheels at his feet. You see
a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex
system. You may use the BOOKSHELF commands here.
You see exits leading up and in (open door).

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf moves about, quietly mopping the
floor with a dry mop and an empty bucket.

Blinking perplexedly, you emit a confused "Wha?"

Yzerios tells you, "What you got us into!"

You tell Sergeant Yzerios d'Vanecu, "Er, not now, looks like I have more
company."


You cannot pick up an abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf.

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf exudes an aura of overwhelming
power.

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf exclaims, "HEY! DON'T YE BE
TUCHIN' ME, BOYO!"

Waving his mop in a huff, An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf
exclaims, "Watch it now!"

You say to an abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf, "What are ye?"

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf exclaims, "I'm Tully the Janitor,
o'course!"

Your eyes bug out of your head at a blank figurine in wonder.


2165h, 1565m, 1418e, 0p, 8975en, 7400w ex-probe 73369
The marble bust of this stout dwarf has been exquisitely crafted,larger than
your average figurine. He has a rough, scraggly long beard and salt-and-pepper
hair, both of which are unkempt and made of ragged-looking, dyed wool. His face
has been painted tan and the marble carefully chiseled, cut and then smoothed to
give soft wrinkles and crows feet at the corners of his sunken eyes, making him
appear even older than he would have at first glance. Slightly yellowed teeth
can be seen when he starts to mumble to himself, beneath a bulbous nose and his
plain brown eyes, the irises of which have been cut from some dark, ruddy
gemstone. With a small scar on his cheek and a soft, fleeting smile crossing his
face, he seems to carry some feeling of inner warmth. He is wearing a set of
flowing smoke grey robes, a black and silver fur-lined cloak and a subtle, dark
blue velvet overcloak. An etching upon his robes reads in an elegant, perfect
script: "Tully, Janitor of the Basin, I".
An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf exudes an aura of overwhelming
power.
He weighs about 40 pounds.
He is loyal to the Village of Bottledowns.
You cannot see what an abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf is holding.

You say, "Village of Bottledowns? What?"

You say, "I must be dreaming..."

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf says, "Eh? Oh. That. Yer, mother
stuck it to me."

Blinking perplexedly, you emit a confused "Wha?"
You blink.

You say, "So, where is this place, Bottledowns?"

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf says, "Oh, nice. Warm. Right down
the road from Shadowbox Castle."

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf says, "Ye know, boyo, I'm just a
figment of ye imagination, right?"

You say, "Er, I guess so."

You say, "Sorry."

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf says, "Teaches ye to be messin'
about with that sort."

Frowning at the floor, An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf says, "Oh,
look, I missed a spot."

You say, "Okay, okay, I get it...wow...I must have a big ego or something..."

An abnormally large figurine of a squat dwarf brushes the ground with his mop,
slowly fading away.

You say, "Never thought of myself as a king though..."

Since it's over, I just wanted to share this apocryphal ending because it freaked me out and was funny.

(A clan): A person says, "Briaria declared Vadi to be a formal enemy. Reason: raiding vortex with Rodngar and company."

Whut?

Because I'm the source and leader of these raids, right?

Because I'm the source and leader of these raids, right?

Well...yes actually, they didn't start up untill you joined Hallifax.

Adrienne has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Dr. Prav Objevit, Psy.D.
Wyle has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Dr. Prav Objevit, Psy.D.
Balian has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Dr. Prav Objevit, Psy.D.
4610(119%)h, 5745(119%)m, 6760(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 87xp(13%) exsSi-
Caerulo has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Junior Fellow Rodngar
Naresni, DI-V283.
Iytha has fallen to the magical prowess of Junior Fellow Rodngar Naresni, DI-V283.
Eritheyl has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Junior Fellow Rodngar
Naresni, DI-V283.
4610(119%)h, 5745(119%)m, 6760(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 87xp(13%) exsSi-
Nataely has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Junior Fellow Rodngar
Naresni, DI-V283.
Ayrna has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Junior Fellow Rodngar Naresni,
DI-V283.
Dartien has fallen to the magical prowess of Junior Fellow Rodngar Naresni, DI-V283.
4610(119%)h, 5745(119%)m, 6760(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 87xp(13%) exsSi-
Adrienne has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Dr. Prav Objevit, Psy.D.
4610(119%)h, 5745(119%)m, 6760(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 87xp(13%) exsSi-
Nataely has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Junior Fellow Rodngar
Naresni, DI-V283.
4610(119%)h, 5745(119%)m, 6760(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 87xp(13%) exsSi-

Nerf
I want that kind of killing power.

Come join the Institute then.

It is a lot more fun than previously indicated.

EDIT: "It has been determined that the enjoyment factor of the Institute (hereinafter referred to as 'fun') is far greater than previously anticipated." - as a friend described it.

I've already come so far in Celest. I don't want to start back at the bottom.

Well...yes actually, they didn't start up untill you joined Hallifax.

It'll be easier for you than it is for me, though, on a serious note. Rodngar is an indentured servant (and the only indentured servant that isn't an NPC).

It'll be easier for you than it is for me, though, on a serious note. Rodngar is an indentured servant (and the only indentured servant that isn't an NPC).

Nerf
I want that kind of killing power.

To be fair, 1200 damage a shot is sort of hard to sip through when there are five guys dropping it at once.

Well, I died because that was my first time fighting Researchers, and apparently balestone breaks Treant's prompt, which breaks auto-sipping. So. I'm trying to see if I can fix it, or if someone else has already fixed it.