So tempted to make Syl send a tell: "Hey baby, I'm a self-sufficient woman, and I'm single. Just head of a little city of Hallifax, you don't mind, right?" Just for the lulz.

Damn RP.

A well-trodden path. (road).
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. The stars twinkle in the clear
night sky. Years upon years of brisk, heavy footsteps have ground the trail approaching the desert
village of Dairuchi so flat that the sand which once covered the path has been long since worn away,
exposing the pale sandstone beneath. The vast emptiness of the Skarch desert is present on all sides
of the path, the Old Imperial Road visible to the north and Dairuchi visible equidistance in the
opposite direction. A statue of Munsia stands here, memorializing her noble spirit. There are 10 Red
Hands of the Illuminati here. There are 5 jade-armoured Wyvern Riders here.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.
A statue of Munsia unleashes a bolt of energy that slams into you.
A statue of Munsia unleashes a bolt of energy that slams into you.
A statue of Munsia unleashes a bolt of energy that slams into you.
A statue of Munsia unleashes a bolt of energy that slams into you.
A statue of Munsia unleashes a bolt of energy that slams into you.
A statue of Munsia unleashes a bolt of energy that slams into you.

-stuff-

Murmuring in a low, guttural tone, a Red Hand of the Illuminati traces a puzzling array of fiery
lines in the air. Abruptly, your blood seems to boil as heat sears through your veins.
Your magic tome warms as it absorbs damage.
Rearing his mount back on hind legs, a jade-armoured Wyvern Rider commands his beast to lurch
forwards, ramming into you.
You have been slain by a jade-armoured Wyvern Rider.
You writhe in pain as you fall to level 81.
You sigh in frustration as you fall to the level of 5th Circle of the Fates.

Sigh. I think guards at village entrances are lame anyway, but it's especially stupid when there are annoying denizens wandering the roads and shoving you around to confuse you as to where you are.

Clearly I'm behind the times. I thought you were still married!

It is so hard to keep up sometimes.

(Market): Madri says, "Seeking female tailor."

(Market): You say, "Isn't that a little sexist?"

(Market): Vuris says, "Aye."

(Market): Aeral says, "Cook for hire, non-descrimatory."

(Market): Taldrin says, "Trans tailor for hire, male."

(Market): Aeral says, "Descrimatory, rather."

(Market): Lolek says, "Tailor for hire, male."

(Market): Syridean says, "A lady is permitted her modesty. Male transcendant tailor for hire, gay though, if that's worth aught."

(Market): You say, "Good point boyo. Forget I said anything..."

(Market): Aubrey says, "Non-discriminatory trans tailor with shears for hire."

(Market): Vuris says, "Male tailor for hire, doesnt care about the body."

(Market): Aubrey says, "Can pronounce most words correctly as well. Send tells."

(Market): You say, "Aren't the Fates Tailors? Maybe ye can get them..."

(Market): Naralis says, "Tired of the tailors? Come join a forging cartel! Del Siarani, no accepting applications!"

(Market): Syridean says, "Tapestries are an Artisan fare."

(Market): Shuyin says, "Rabble rabble forger."

(Market): Lilian says, "You heard that, he ain't accepting applications!"

(Market): Ilaveuse says, "Breaking rocks and stabbing you in sensitive areas, gender regardless."

Kelly gives a snowbaby the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "Anyone... lose a baby?"

Aosi shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Kelly's eye twitches in a rather strange manner.

Lady Lorina says, "A snowbaby?"

Lady Lorina says, "What is it?"

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "A snowbaby..."

Aosi Ama'nar'isil sticks out his tongue and says, "Please don't say yes..."

Kelly proudly shows off a snowbaby:
Barely a foot in length, this adorable snowbaby is a sight that would melt anyone's heart. Two
large blue eyes capture your gaze, and a tiny little carrot nose completes his precious
features. Two fluffy balls of snow make up his body, while four single little snowballs make up
his arms and legs.

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "Cute, but alas... not mine. I hope. I think."

You chuckle long and heartily.

Lorina ponders the situation.

A wry smile spreads across Aosi's face.

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "Maybe a scooped it up from Xion."

Kelly looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Naralis arrives from the up.
Strutting in from the up, a golden retriever comes into view.

Naralis gives the world a smart salute.

Lady Lorina says, "That could be it!"

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "Ah, Naralis."

Lady Lorina says, "They are snow people."

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "Your new assignment..."

"Eh?" Naralis says curiously.

Naralis peers about himself unscrupulously.

Naralis peers at a snowbaby unscrupulously.

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "Raise snowbaby to be a fantastic Paladin someday."

Kelly nods her head sagely.

Aosi snickers softly to himself.

Naralis Dekoven says, "Err, you sure I'm the right man for the job?"

Lady Lorina says, "What a sad day when it fights a pyromancer."

Naralis peers at a snowbaby unscrupulously.

Kelly gives Lorina a horrified gasp.

Lady Lorina says, "Just kidding, not like any of those pyros exist."

Kelly chuckles long and heartily.

Lady Kelly La'Saet, Marshal of the Dove says, "True!"

Lady Lorina says, "Let me see the baby!"

Illuminati: outskin lovashi;outskin hakii;fleshcall torso boobs

Danijel tells you, "When I heard the name of the Blue beauties creator, I thought it was you. Then I realized your name is Tough Mama, not Big Mama."

Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Pointing your staff at a Protectorate Guardian Captain, icy water erupts forth and pounds into his
body. A Protectorate Guardian Captain gasps from the shock of the cold water, the very breath
knocked out of him.
You have scored an ANNIHILATINGLY POWERFUL CRITICAL hit!
No longer able to stand the brutal force of the icy waters, a Protectorate Guardian Captain
struggles for one last breath before succumbing to death.
You have slain a Protectorate Guardian Captain.
A Protectorate Guardian Captain collapses to his knees, his crystalline skin glowing brightly. With
a last, rattling breath he collapses, his armour shattering revealing a bloodied up gnome.
Just as a Protectorate Guardian Captain hits the ground he explodes in a fiery cataclysm of energy,
incinerating his corpse.
Your vision goes and your legs give out beneath the intense heat, your senses barely clinging on as
you hit the ground.
A force field around Phoebus flares, absorbing all damage.
Tully has been slain by a Protectorate Guardian Captain.
Your flesh is charred, and you receive first degree burns.
Lakisha deftly manages to remain standing.
Talan deftly manages to remain standing.
Lakisha has been slain by misadventure.
Fiery pain courses through your veins.
You are branded an enemy of the Aetherspace Gnafia.

I'm missing all these cool encounters with the Gnafia! I've never seen any of the Gnafia gnomes before =(