Mayaween Sacrifice

Melodie gives some salads to Warsson.

Melodie gives some tarts to Allyriane.

Warsson gives some bowls to Allyriane.

Melodie gives some loaves to Warsson.

Melodie gives some loaves to Allyriane.

Warsson gives some plates to Allyriane.

Allyriane nods her head emphatically.

Aegoth leaves to the south.
A water weird glides out to the south.

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Slaves, you may walk around and offer drinks and food as required."

Melodie inclines her head politely.

Warsson clasps his hands before himself and performs a simple, respectful bow.

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "No need to linger here."

Allyriane performs a graceful curtsey.

Melodie leaves to the south.
Allyriane leaves to the south.

Xer - Demian
He is a graceful tsol'aa, but appears very much like an incubus. Like all incubi, Xer has been blessed with perfect features and form. Dark, chin-length locks frame his soulfully deep blue eyes, which caress you with a lingering glance. A long, forked tongue, the only evidence of his demonic origins, flickers over his lips as he aims a slow, devastatingly sensuous smile in your direction. His lean, muscular body could have been chiselled from pure white marble.
He is wearing:
 a sensual, jet-black silk scarf

Elaborate capitals (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground.  Wisps of silver silk billow ghostlike
around Jurixe S. Nithilar's legs as she stands here. Sneering with immortal
hauteur, Belladona looms here, looking a bit like Ulrike Dracrotalus. With the
bearing of a goddess, Chiada, the Nixie, Sherazad lookalike proudly stands here
with a smile. Warsson, Disciple of Zii is here.
You see exits leading south and up.

Warsson leaves to the south.
Sherazad leaves to the south.

Multi-storied facade (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A vague aura reveals the haunting presence of Rapacimous, the Daemon of Intellect. A stubborn mule wanders about here, nosing at the ground. Miniature hands clasped patiently, a diminutive homunculus stands here, its features bearing an uncanny resemblance to Falthus. Antlers of jet black crown the head of a proud ivory peryton. The diminutive figure of Jirken stands here, fidgeting.  Suladan Nithilar is here, hidden. Dreadlord Iniquitous Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil is here. Cresil Aristata, Unholy Spectre is here, hidden. He wields a sinister bracer shield in his left hand and a blackened chain-link lash in his right. Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister is here. She wields a Shield of Absorption in her left hand. Melodie is here. Nimala I'llur is here, stroking fondly at her branded cheek. She wields an ivory scroll illuminated with the Truths in her left hand. Saeva Aristata is here. She wields an elemental staff in her left hand. Sneering with immortal hauteur, Belladona looms here, looking a bit like Ulrike Dracrotalus. With the bearing of a goddess, Chiada, the Nixie, Sherazad lookalike proudly stands here with a smile. Atalkez is here. Rasputtin I'llur, Stalwart Strider is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Looking less than
righteous, Apothecary Falthus Amseli is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand and an ivory scroll illuminated with the Truths in his right. Tyrannus Ruth I'llur, Sartai Navarch is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood. Allyriane is here. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand. Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the arms of Naga in his left hand and a polished, caliginous cane in his right. Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord is riding on a stubborn mule. He wields a sinister staff with a strange orb in his left hand and a blackened cavalry shield with ivory accents in his right.
You see exits leading north, southeast, south, and southwest.

Milenka lowers her head respectfully before Jirken.

Sherazad - Chiada
She is a beautiful siren. With the expert use of body paint and hair dye, this siren's transformation into a nixie has been completed. Her skin is painted a vibrant aqua blue, some sprinkling of silver dust lends a translucent, almost glowing effect. In place of her straight ebony hair, wavy locks of lavender frame her face and cascade freely on her exposed back. Beneath thick lashes peek sapphire eyes that easily beguile with a smile. A dress of navy-blue chiffon clings tightly to her body, her bare shoulders and neck revealing realistically painted gills along either side. Resting upon her brow is a circlet of woven kelp and water lilies.
She is wearing:
 a ring of flying,
 a serpentine keyring,
 brass knuckles,
 a Stygian pendant,
 a backless, navy-blue chiffon dress, and
 a circlet of woven kelp and water lilies

Cresil begins to mingle.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "If you require refreshments, Slave Melodie will be your delightful server today."

Sherazad walks in, with a provocative swish of her hips.

Hasar puts on a classic pair of men's black-leather dress shoes.

Hasar
He is a graceful tsol'aa. He stands at roughly six feet in height. His skin is
pale, as is expected of a Tsol'aa. His eyes are grey, framed by modest eyebrows.
His short, black hair is slicked back, and has been carefully combed. The formal
clothes seem to restrict him, his movements measured and stiff. His dark cape
shifts behind him, shadowing his every action.

Melodie smiles pleasantly.

Her toga trailing behind her, Sylcine enters quietly from the southeast.

Falthus nods his head at Melodie.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret performs a graceful curtsey.

Saeva lowers her head respectfully.

An unholy stench envelops the room as Drogo enters from the southeast.

Sherazad smiles and says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "Greetings."

Jirken nods his head once in greeting, glancing around with distaste.

Cresil inclines his head politely.

Saeva Aristata says, "Greetings, Maiden Sylcine."

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "I hope you don't mind, I invited the boys to
tag along."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Tarts, sundaes, plates and morsels of food."

Warsson releases a floating eyeball, and it begins to hover.

Melodie lowers her head respectfully before Sylcine, Maiden of Regret.

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Salads, and the like."

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "Why Tyrannus, I haven't been called a tart in ages."

Atalkez bows respectfully to Sherazad.

Ruth's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "It can get a bit dry here, hmm? Where are the drinks?"

Allyriane nods her head emphatically.

Drogo, a travelling merchant wipes his nose on his sleeve.

Florentino converses politely with Cresil in the infuriating click-clacking rattle of serpents.

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "We have drinks."

Ruth says to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative
voice, "You're quire welcome, Maiden."

Ulrike glares angrily at Florentino.

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "Would you like some white wine?"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Quite, even."

Sherazad says to Allyriane in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "Ahh, be a dear and hand me one?"

Allyriane gives a delicate crystal chalice to Sherazad.

Sherazad smiles and says to Allyriane in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "I would greatly appreciate it."

Allyriane rubs her hands together greedily.

Allyriane's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say to Carmain in a low, husky voice, "My, having the Dreadlord present is always a pleasure."

Carmain
He is a human and of rigid carriage and tense, practiced movements. His posture
exhibits his militaristic disposition, and hint to his assured  proficiency upon
the field of battle.  Bronze unmarred skin, broad shoulders and chiseled arms
ending in large, dexterous hands perfectly suited to the art of swordsmanship
characterize his physique. Upon his head is worn a terrifying bloodsteel helm
resembling the head of a crimson-skinned demon, faceguard in the guise of razor-
sharp fangs unfortunately obscuring the likeness of the face beneath. This,
together with the bat-like wings stretching up and backwards from either helmed
brow, bestow a truly sinister appearance to this man.

Ulrike nods her head at you, showing her acceptance.

Raising a delicate crystal chalice to her lips, Sherazad takes a generous sip, a subtly satisfied expression on her face.

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Pardon the delays. I have more drinks, if needed. Abstainer's punch, tea and the like.""

Ulrike says to you with an affected aristocratic accent, "Isn't it just."

Nimala I'llur says to Melodie in Mhaldorian, "A sundae, if you would."

Falthus says to Carmain in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Yes, indeed. We, the Bloodshackled, are delighted to see you, Dreadlord."

Suladan grunts noncommittally.

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh whispers to Cresil, "Ah, good little naga.. have you ever wanted to exceed the limits of your combat prowess?"

Ulrike says to Warsson with an affected aristocratic accent, "A drink, slave."

You have emoted: Xer smiles sweetly at Ulrike.

Melodie nods her head at Nimala.

Milenka tugs awkwardly on her costume.

Ulrike leers lasciviously at Warsson.

Suladan emerges from his hiding place.

Melodie says to Nimala in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "Certainly, Dominion."

Ulrike licks her lips.

Ulrike says to Warsson with an affected aristocratic accent, "Give us a drink."

Sherazad creases her brow in a frown.

Carmain looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Mmm... quite."

Falthus says to Melodie in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "May i also have a sundae?"

Dreadlord Iniquitous Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil says, "Flattering."

Melodie nods her head in agreement.

You nod your head at Warsson.

Melodie gives a cup of crimson berry sundae to Nimala.

Warsson says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Yes sir. Punch, tea, wine, Bourbon, or vodka?"

Melodie gives a cup of crimson berry sundae to Falthus.

You say to Warsson in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "One for myself as well."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Mmm, I see that our guests have joined the gathering!"

Falthus calls out, "Thank you."

Ruth nods her head at you.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Ah, Wilbur is not crashing this one gathering?"

Hasar, riding a stubborn mule, leaves to the south.

Baron Vukub Ysin'zhu stomps in from the south.

Hasar, riding a stubborn mule, gallops off to the north.

Hasar casts a spell over himself and a reflection of him appears next to him.

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh whispers to Cresil, "I have just the thing, boy... juuuust the thing."

You have emoted: Xer trails a finger along Hasar's arm.

Melodie says politely in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "There are also plates of caribou rolls, crab cakes, a bit of baklava pastries, grilled piranha, bowls of fried wasps, and some seafood bisque, for any interested."

All of Hasar's reflections wink out of existence!
The sky above grows dark as Hasar calls upon powerful magics. Raising his hands balefully, he causes lightning bolts, the hammer of the storm, to shoot from his hands and slam into you.

Aegoth gives a packet of gleam to Cresil.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "Drogo, dear, did you tell Wilbur to remain at home?"

You say to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Having the Lord Marshal present..."

Hasar casts a spell over himself and a reflection of him appears next to him.

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh says, "This one's on the house..."

Warsson gives some glasses to Melodie.

You shake your head sadly from side to side.

Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "I do hope my high priestess is available to mingle with us."

Suladan growls menacingly.

Drogo, a travelling merchant grunts noncommittally.

Cresil smirks at Aegoth.

Aegoth winks conspiratorially at Cresil.

A Delosian bastard sword flies free from a baldric of crimson leather as Suladan swiftly draws it.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Hmph."

Ulrike says disdainfully to Hasar with an affected aristocratic accent, "A bit early in the evening for violence, young man."

Ulrike says to Hasar with an affected aristocratic accent, "They are when I say they are, Mhaldorian."

Aegoth beckons Cresil to him.

Falthus says to Allyriane in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I'll take a loaf, please."

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh says, "LEt's work out a deal... perhapsssss."

Allyriane's eyes gleam with generosity.

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "You are free to move around and mingle."

Allyriane gives a pre-sliced loaf of cheese, pork, and tomatoes to Falthus.

Sherazad smiles and says to Allyriane in a clear, bell-like voice, "A loaf would be divine."

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Before the event begins."

Allyriane flashes Falthus a joyous smile.

Falthus nods his head at Allyriane.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Thank you."

Atalkez says to Melodie in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "A drink please, rum if you have it."

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "I don't believe that damnable slave has provided me with refreshment yet."

Allyriane gives a pre-sliced loaf of cheese, pork, and tomatoes to Sherazad.

Hasar, riding a stubborn mule, leaves to the north.

Allyriane's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Sherazad thanks Allyriane profusely.

Nimala leaves, following Falthus to the north.

Elaborate capitals (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. A stubborn mule wanders about here,
nosing at the ground. Miniature hands clasped patiently, a diminutive homunculus
stands here, its features bearing an uncanny resemblance to Falthus. Antlers of
jet black crown the head of a proud ivory peryton.  Nimala I'llur is here,
stroking fondly at her branded cheek. She wields an ivory scroll illuminated
with the Truths in her left hand. Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord is riding on a
stubborn mule. He wields a deep red boomerang in his left hand and a blackened
cavalry shield with ivory accents in his right. He is surrounded by one
reflection of himself. Looking less than righteous, Apothecary Falthus Amseli is
here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand and an ivory scroll
illuminated with the Truths in his right.
You see exits leading south and up.

Falthus tears off a slice of his stuffed loaf of cheese, pork, and tomatoes and takes a bite from it. It is only a matter of moments before the rest of the pre-sliced loaf is demolished by him.

You smile and say to Nimala in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "What lovely hair you have there."

Nimala brushes her hair vainly.

Falthus nods his head at Nimala.

You have emoted: Xer trails a finger across his own lips teasingly before placing them on Nimala's own. 'Would you care for a more... private dance?'

You wink conspiratorially at Nimala.

Opening his mouth wide, Falthus gapes in wonder.

Nimala smirks.

Falthus takes up the provided spoon and tucks into a cup of crimson berry sundae. He mixes his ice cream with some berries, eating them together. Falthus finishes the dessert with the bittersweet chocolate piece.

You say to Nimala in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Shall I take that as a yes? Or should I..."

You have emoted: Xer glances over at Falthus.

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh whispers to Hasar, "You look strong... active. Yes... just the man I need."

Nimala I'llur smiles and says in Mhaldorian, "The more the merrier, I hear."

You smile and say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Attempt my hand at this lovely red and gold glad man here."

Warsson drops a black Mayaween candle.

Warsson releases some misty Mayaween lanterns and they idly drift away, leaving behind a trail of billowing mist.

Falthus raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly.

Warsson clasps his hands before himself and performs a simple, respectful bow.

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh whispers to Hasar, "Have you ever wanted to be... stronger?"

All of Hasar's reflections wink out of existence!
Hasar raises his hands dramatically, and conjures a firewall to the up.

Hasar raises his arms and a gust of wind slams into Aegoth.
Aegoth is hurled out of the room to the up by the gust of wind.

Hasar casts a spell over himself and a reflection of him appears next to him.

All of Hasar's reflections wink out of existence!
Hasar throws his boomerang of returning, and moments later it returns, Saeva in
tow.

Hasar casts a spell over himself and a reflection of him appears next to him.

Saeva casts a spell over herself and a reflection of her appears next to her.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I'm unfortuntately too busy getting rid of righteousness to indulge in extra knees and elbows."

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Can I interest anyone in punch or tea? Perhaps wine, or vodka, or perhaps Bourbon?"

Saeva nods her head at Warsson.

Saeva Aristata says to Warsson, "Tea, thank you."

Nimala I'llur says to Warsson in Mhaldorian, "Bourbon for me."

Warsson gives a glass of cool poppy tea to Saeva.

Falthus says to Warsson in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Something strong for me, please."

Warsson gives a brown glass bottle to Nimala.

Warsson gives a brown glass bottle to Falthus.

Multi-storied facade (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. A vague aura reveals the haunting
presence of Rapacimous, the Daemon of Intellect. The diminutive figure of Jirken
stands here, fidgeting. Stark white curls cascading over her shoulders, Sylcine
stands here. She wields a small drum in her right hand. Missing teeth and his
last bath, Drogo stands about looking for opportunity. A disembodied eyeball
floats lazily in the air.  Dreadlord Iniquitous Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil
is here. Tyrannus Ruth I'llur, Sartai Navarch is here. Her face is partially
concealed beneath a raised hood. Sneering with immortal hauteur, Belladona looms
here, looking a bit like Ulrike Dracrotalus. Rasputtin I'llur, Stalwart Strider
is here. Cresil Aristata, Unholy Spectre is here, hidden. Atalkez is here.
Melodie is here. Looking conspicuously like Suladan Nithilar, Baron Vutuk
Ysin'zhu stands here. He wields a Delosian bastard sword in both hands. Legate
Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister is here. Dr. Kortoxian stands here, looking a
bit like Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh. Allyriane is here. She wields an
iron-tipped whip in her left hand.
You see exits leading north, southeast, south, and southwest.

A white toga bound by a sash with argent embroidery falls loosely over the
slender body of the maiden Sylcine, covering much of her form save her right arm
and shoulder, and revealing her right calf. The young woman's face is calm and
sanguine, with a faint smile on her delicate lips and a sparkle in her pale blue
eyes. Pure white curls are pinned up above Sylcine's head and fall over her back
and shoulders, decorated at the top by an insect-shaped pin. Her right hand is
missing one finger, showing signs of severe mangling. Suspended from a leather
cord, a rotting finger hangs from her neck, and a desiccated shrunken head
dangles from her wrist.
Sylcine, Maiden of Regret exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She has 100% health remaining.
She weighs about 115 pounds.
She is loyal to The City of Mhaldor.
You see nothing in it.

A stone beam (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. The broken fragments of a basalt
altar litter the ground around the massive form of a bloodsteel stalagmite. A
sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. There are
2 black Mayaween candles here. Floating eerily in the air, a string of Mayaween
lanterns spreads a misty light.  With the bearing of a goddess, Chiada, the
Nixie, Sherazad lookalike proudly stands here with a smile.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, and west.

You say to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "What lovely locks of
hair you have, Chiada..."

You have emoted: Xer chuckles quietly.

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "Locks deserving a goddess, Demian."

Sherazad grins as she takes a sip from the chalice.

Multi-storied facade (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. A vague aura reveals the haunting
presence of Rapacimous, the Daemon of Intellect. The diminutive figure of Jirken
stands here, fidgeting. Stark white curls cascading over her shoulders, Sylcine
stands here. She wields a small drum in her right hand. Missing teeth and his
last bath, Drogo stands about looking for opportunity. A disembodied eyeball
floats lazily in the air.  Dreadlord Iniquitous Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil
is here. Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister is here. Atalkez is here.
Rasputtin I'llur, Stalwart Strider is here. Sneering with immortal hauteur,
Belladona looms here, looking a bit like Ulrike Dracrotalus. Cresil Aristata,
Unholy Spectre is here, hidden. Melodie is here. Tyrannus Ruth I'llur, Sartai
Navarch is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood. Looking
conspicuously like Suladan Nithilar, Baron Vutuk Ysin'zhu stands here. He wields
a Delosian bastard sword in both hands. Dr. Kortoxian stands here, looking a bit
like Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh. Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper is
here. He wields a polished, caliginous cane in his right hand. Allyriane is here.
 She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand. Warsson, Disciple of Zii is
here.
You see exits leading north, southeast, south, and southwest.

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh says, "To rtuh Nay, Tyrannus. Everything I do is legal."

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "I apologize for our lacking menu, though I am only serving it. I will suggest coconut next time."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Legal?"

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Mm, I would hope so."

Aegoth I'llur, the Reaver of Flesh says, "Exceedingly legal."

Ruth snorts arrogantly.

Ulrike says airily with an affected aristocratic accent, ""Legal"?"

Jirken says, "Fine. You have five minutes of my time. Go."

Ulrike says huffily with an affected aristocratic accent, "What a useless restraint."

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Warsson gives some glasses to Allyriane.

Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister says to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in Mhaldorian, "We tried to find out what really happened in the end on Shala-Khulia, but what is written about it has still left us int he dark and Sevet has been all quiet about it."

Sherazad pouts as she takes a sip from her chalice.

Atalkez
He is a mhun and stands just under six feet in height. His form is lithe and
graceful, sinuous movements complementing each stride he takes. When resting,
his form seems to almost melt into the shadows, obscuring what little is
recognizable about him to begin with. His face is pristine, save for crescent-
shaped markings under his left eye. The markings begin as a large curve under
his eye, almost framing it, and is replicated by two progressively smaller
crescents underneath. Two lines, one through the center of each crescent down to
his jaw, and one beginning under the smallest curve and moving across the bridge
of his nose complete the mark. Framed by disheveled white hair, his eyes are a
dull and boring gray. His chest and arms are toned and thin, just slightly
thinner than average for his kin. Burnt flesh coils in tendrils on his left arm,
the escarbuncle branding him a slave to the Truths. Thin hips end in strong legs,
 poised at any given moment for attack or escape.

Cresil says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "You prefer more useful restraints?"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "The other rooms are not as lively as this one."

Ulrike says sharply to Cresil with an affected aristocratic accent, "When there is disobedience, yes."

Cresil smirks at Ulrike.

Warsson gives some decanters to Melodie.

You say to Atalkez in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "My, what ever happened to your eye dwarf?"

Ruth says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "How would you define 'lively'?"

(Mhaldor): Ruth says, "Gather round, gather round, Mhaldorians, for the event is about to begin."

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Milenka, "I think Dominion Aepas knows well, as I remember he delivered a lecture on the topic once. He said he felt some connection to that forest for a long time, I know he was a sylvan."

Sherazad says to Ruth in a clear, bell-like voice, "People around. Maybe some more water?"

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "To chiada I don't know about you... but this place stinks of smallfolk."

Atalkez says to you in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "It was taken from me a lesson for disobedience during my training as a young dwarf."

Sherazad grins meaningfully.

Ulrike laughs melodically at herself.

Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister says to Florentino in Mhaldorian, "He never found out either."

Baron Vukub downs another tankard of ale.

Aegoth winks knowingly.

Saeva Aristata says, "He was a druid."

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "They have to start somewhere."

Sherazad nods her head slowly, looking very wise.

Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister says to Florentino in Mhaldorian, "He was a Druid actually."

Ulrike says approvingly to Atalkez with an affected aristocratic accent, "That's a master who knew his art."

Nimala arrives, following Falthus from the north.

Nimala takes up the provided spoon and tucks into a cup of crimson berry sundae. She mixes her ice cream with some berries, eating them together. Nimala finishes the dessert with the bittersweet chocolate piece.

Atalkez nods at Ulrike.

Florentino gives Milenka a look of comprehension.

Taking a first bite from a flaky blueberry tart, Falthus is seen savouring each chew before popping the rest of the petite tart into his mouth.

Ulrike frowns and says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Hmph."

Atalkez says to Ulrike in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "The lesson was well recieved, don't you doubt."

Jurixe says to Boosteya in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Do you have a ticket?"

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Milenka, "Same devilry, it's all barbarism to me."

Warsson gives some platters to Melodie.

Ulrike says rancorously with an affected aristocratic accent, "I am hungry."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Ticket, tickets to me!"

You say to Atalkez in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Mmmm, it makes you look more... rugged. Brutal."

Warsson gives some platters to Allyriane.

Allyriane says to Ulrike in a soft-spoken voice, "What would you like, Exsusiai?"

Boosteya says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian, "I shall cook for you?"

Ruth creases her brow in a frown.

Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister says to Florentino in Mhaldorian, "They seem rather tactless, but still a curiosity how the forest does not respond to Oakstone.."

Allyriane shrinks from the implacable gaze of Ulrike.

Taking a greedy swig of a brown glass bottle, Falthus swallows a few mouthfuls before replacing the stopper.

Sherazad says playfully in a clear, bell-like voice, "My gift of waters gave happiness to the Glubbians. Should I start splashing?"

Warsson gives some plates to Allyriane.

Cresil says to Melodie in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "A drink, if you would, slave."

Atalkez says to you in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "I appreciate the compliment, thank you."

Ruth says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "I swear, Lady Belladona, your bite mark is simply. Exquisite."

Warsson gives a plate of grilled piranha wrapped in banana leaf to Melodie.

Ulrike says to Allyriane with an affected aristocratic accent, "How much have you bled without dying?"

Melodie says to Cresil in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "Certainly. Anything you would wish?"

Warsson gives some plates to Melodie.

Allyriane creases her brow in a frown.

Warsson gives some plates to Allyriane.

Cresil says to Melodie in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Something liquid."

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "Hmm. Kortoxian."

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "I'm not sure, a lot?"

Ulrike says to Boosteya with an affected aristocratic accent, "What is this, a bivouac? That thing is going to get soot on my new cloak."

Suladan stomps about angrily.

Warsson gives some pastries to Melodie.

Warsson gives some cakes to Melodie.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Milenka, "A matter of research for the new Insidium, perhaps."

Melodie gives a decanter of Island Wine to Cresil.

Sherazad says to Warsson in a clear, bell-like voice, "May I have some of those exquisite goodies?"

Ruth puts on a long white trench coat.

Ruth nods her head at you.

Boosteya gives some drumsticks to Ulrike.

You say to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "And how are you this evening Maiden? It's always lovely to see such a fine specimen of a woman gracing us with her presence."

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "My lords and ladies, may I offer Abstainer's Punch to those not wishing to drink this evening? Or perhaps tea?""

Cresil nods his head at Melodie.

Cresil takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

Ulrike's eyes gleam with generosity.

Ulrike begins to wield a roasted gryphon drumstick in her left hand.

Ulrike throws a roasted gryphon drumstick at Boosteya, but it does little more than startle her.

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister says to Florentino in Mhaldorian, "Perhaps Sevet who was present will finally tell us what happened. As far as I know, all other options have been explored. Unless someone else who was around could shed some light on it."

Ulrike begins to wield a roasted gryphon drumstick in her left hand.

Ulrike throws a roasted gryphon drumstick at Boosteya, but it does little more than startle her.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "But whom do I address sir, the role or the man?"

Ulrike begins to wield a roasted gryphon drumstick in her left hand.

Ulrike throws a roasted gryphon drumstick at Boosteya, but it does little more than startle her.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret flutters her eyelashes at you.

Ulrike says to Boosteya with an affected aristocratic accent, "I don't eat THIS."

A ghostly apparition vanishes from sight to the south.

Aegoth fiddles with something in his cloak.

Ulrike says to Boosteya with an affected aristocratic accent, "Did you spend a MOMENT awake in your Achaean notables class?"

Nimala gives Aegoth the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Sherazad says to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in a clear, bell-like voice, "I think the role and the man are not that too different."

Jurixe points an accusatory finger at Terrance.

Terrance utters a short incantation, his body slowly fading from sight. Only his laboured breathing warns you of his presence, and in seconds even this grows muffled and silent.

Sherazad giggles happily.

Jurixe points an accusatory finger at Terrance.

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says skeptically in Mhaldorian, "Man?"

Melodie says politely to Ulrike in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "Could I offer you a bit of seafood bisque, Exsusiai?"

You smile and say to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Why, I am Demian, Maiden."

(Mhaldor): Ruth says, "Gather round, Mhaldorians. Have you a ticket to the Mayaween Sacrifice? If so, wander back to the multi-storied facade and meet with our dignitaries: Chiada, Belladona, Barak, Vukub, Demian and even Kortoxian!"

Ulrike says severely to Melodie with an affected aristocratic accent, "Go butcher a slave and bring me the blood, or I'll take it from you myself."

Ulrike says to Melodie with an affected aristocratic accent, "And use crystal. I don't want it in a bucket!"

You have emoted: Xer trails a finger across his own lips teasingly before placing them on Sylcine, Maiden of Regret's own. 'Perhaps you would care for a more... private conversation?'

You wink conspiratorially at Sylcine, Maiden of Regret.

Saeva clears her throat.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "You know, I don't know if I ever had a chance to visit with you, Demian, when you plied your trade here in the city."

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "Perhaps a demonstration later..."

Saeva shifts and turns away from you uncomfortably.

Jurixe claps her hands sharply three times, the sound magically echoing around the room.

Sherazad gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Sherazad tilts her head and listens intently.

Falthus tilts his head and listens intently to Jurixe.

Atalkez bows respectfully to Jurixe.

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "The time for silence is now, Mhaldorians."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "And this is where I disappear."

In an uninterrupted motion, Suladan slides a Delosian bastard sword into a baldric of crimson leather.

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Welcome, one and all, to the Mayaween Sacrifice."

You have emoted: Xer gives Sylcine, Maiden of Regret a sultry smile before focusing his attentions towards Jurixe.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Ulrike mutters something indignant and incomprehensible, although you're pretty sure it's something snotty about not being Mhaldorian.

Jurixe says in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "We gather here tonight to celebrate, as the Tyrannus has said, a burgeoning Mhaldorian culture on the cusp of change."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Of Strength in all its varieties and its prevalence in the realm, of which we will perpetuate."

Ulrike yawns theatrically.

Jurixe shoots Ulrike a pointed gaze, before continuing.

Ulrike removes a glove to examine her long, shining nails.

Ulrike sashays off to the north.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Tonight, in accordance with this celebration, we have some distinguished guests."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "All of these guests have some connection with the theme tonight and were specially invited for the occasion."

Aegoth mutters and keeps to the shadows.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "First, we have Lord Barak, leader of Blackrock and longtime ally to Mhaldor."

Falthus nods his head emphatically.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Lord Barak, perhaps you would like to introduce yourself."

Terrance nods.

Jurixe turns slightly, looking at Terrance expectantly.

You have emoted: Xer turns his gaze around the room, licking his lips as he stares intently at those gathered.

Milenka looks around trying to find Lord Barak.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret looks about licking her lips, thinking on memories of tasty cider.

Cresil takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

Atalkez takes a sip of a pint of Life's Bane, pieces of mould float idly within the coloured liquid.

Baron Vukub lets out a loud thundering belch.

Terrance says in Mhaldorian in a gruff and haughty voice, "It's been a while since I've stepped foot in Mhaldor, but It's an honour to be in a city so dedicated to our Lord as I and my people do."

Jurixe nods her dark head slightly to Terrance.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Next is the Lady Chiada, nixie of the Enverren Marsh."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "A few words if you will, Lady."

Taking a greedy swig of a brown glass bottle, Nimala swallows a few mouthfuls before replacing the stopper.

Ruth smooths her hands down the front of a long white trench coat, piercing eyes - slightly crazed- observing the surroundings around her.

Sherazad's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Ulrike puts a hand on her hips and flares out her cloak, obviously seeking to attract notice.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Greetings, Mhaldor, our allies. I am Lady Chiada of the Enverren caverns, liberator of the Glubbians and mother of Lady Venasia of Enverren. Thank you for training my daughter and it is good to
set foot on your holy land."

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret eyes Lady Chiada appraisingly.

Ulrike makes a gesture with one hand like a mouth flapping.

Sherazad graciously smiles at everyone.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Another male then, one familiar to most, I imagine - Demian, of the Bathory Chalet."

Ruth begins to wield a softly glowing scalpel in her left hand.

Falthus smirks.

Hasar mutters to himself.

Atalkez smirks.

Sherazad whispers in a clear, bell-like voice, "Is he popular?"

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "It's lovely to see so many fine women and men gathered here today."

Falthus raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly.

Ruth fiddles with a softly glowing scalpel as she listens attentively, brushing the keen edge of the blade across her fingertips.

You have emoted: Xer brushes back his locks of hair, shooting out sultry gazes at those present.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "My dear Chiada, he has skills that are the stuff of legend."

Sherazad says to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in a clear, bell-like voice, "Skills? He must be a great fighter!"

Sherazad beams broadly at you.

Suladan takes a drink from a stygian vial.

You smile and say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "I have... encountered many of you in the past, and I certainly hope for repeat visits. To those who do not know me, feel free to talk to me... privately later."

You wink knowingly.

Nimala puts her hand to her forehead and swoons.

Jurixe flicks her grey eyes to the sky in a slight roll, before continuing.

Falthus nods his head at Nimala.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Yes...thank you, Demian."

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret fans herself with the hem of her garment.

Ulrike says to you with an affected aristocratic accent, "Even the creatures of beyond ought to have a *little* shame."

Ruth's fiendish grin widens as she points a softly glowing scalpel in the direction ot Demian. "I'll be visiting you, perhaps, for some delightful.. bloody fun."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Another fine specimen of the male species - Baron Vukub, of Dun Fortress."

Baron Vukub Ysin'zhu draws himself up to his full height and glowers down at you.

Ruth drops a shimmering orb.

Suladan says in Mhaldorian in a deep, growling voice, "Me Baron Vukub. Dun Fortress is mine. Orc and Ogres are mine."

Falthus smirks.

The corners of Cresil's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Suladan says in Mhaldorian in a deep, growling voice, "Mhaldor help with good weapons. We kill better. Is good!"

Ulrike doesn't even try to suppress an incredulous splutter.

Atalkez cackles hellishly.

Sherazad smiles and says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Enchanted."

Suladan says in Mhaldorian in a deep, growling voice, "I come cuz Venasia may be here. She pretty."

Florentino strokes his goatee thoughtfully.

Suladan peers about himself unscrupulously.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "I think you might want to try conquering Achaean first, you stinking slab of meat."

Suladan growls menacingly at Ulrike.

A Delosian bastard sword flies free from a baldric of crimson leather as Suladan swiftly draws it.

Allyriane gives a horrified gasp.

Suladan backhands Ulrike across the face.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Now, now."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Keep it civil."

Suladan roars fiercely.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Or I will have to call Sir Rhaksul."

Ulrike stares at Suladan with shock and anger blazing in her kohl-rimmed eyes.

In an uninterrupted motion, Suladan slides a Delosian bastard sword into a baldric of crimson leather.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "We all come in good faith."

Sherazad nods her head slowly, looking very wise.

Ulrike says huffily to Jurixe with an affected aristocratic accent, "If you insist."

Jurixe says to Ulrike in a low, silken voice, "I do, unfortunately, but perhaps you would like to introduce yourself, Queen Belladona."

Ulrike says to Jurixe with an affected aristocratic accent, "Do ensure that that ... thing knows its place. Really. Having an orcish, ogrish, whateverish thing SPEAKING at table."

Suladan crosses his eyes and makes a face at Ulrike.

Ulrike says tightly to Jurixe with an affected aristocratic accent, "Charmed. My pleasure."

A long-suffering expression flickers on Jurixe's features.

Warsson gives some gold sovereigns to Allyriane.

Ulrike says imperiously with an affected aristocratic accent, "I doubt I need much introduction."

Aegoth fumbles with something in his cloak, his eyes darting about with a wicked gleam as he keeps to the dark corners of the room.

Allyriane puts some gold sovereigns in a canvas backpack.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "I am the mistress of the maze of fens, the Generalissima of hordes uncountable, the scourge of mortal dreams."

Suladan picks his nose and flicks the contents of it at Ulrike.

Jurixe presses two fingers to the bridge of her nose.

Jirken stares at Lady Belladona for a moment with pressed lips before returning to his hand washing.

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "My name is Belladona and you will all revere it, before this world's time is past."

Jirken cuts a striking figure for one so small in stature. Your gaze is immediately drawn to his large, round eyes, which appear almost luminous in their intensity. His shiny bald pate completes the eccentric picture.
Jirken is quite powerful.
He has 100% health remaining.
He weighs about 150 pounds.
He is loyal to The City of Mhaldor.
You see nothing in it.

Sherazad claps her hands together merrily.

Ulrike quirks the corner of her lips to one side in what might be a smirk or a smile or some other vague concession to human emotion.

Drogo, a travelling merchant blows his nose into his hand, then offers it to Lady Belladona in greeting.

Suladan peers about himself unscrupulously.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret mouths something at Demian and points toward Belladona.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Uhm."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Where more beer?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Yes...a stirring speech, I am certain. And finally, for our party tonight, is Dr Kortoxian - again a familiar sight, I am sure."

Cresil smirks.

Ulrike says to Drogo, a travelling merchant with an affected aristocratic accent, "Wash yourself. Then wash yourself again. Please try to drown in the process."

Ruth twirls a softly glowing scalpel in one hand.

You have emoted: Xer makes a subtle motion with his hands towards Sylcine, Maiden of Regret and nods his head slightly.

Drogo, a travelling merchant grunts noncommittally at Ulrike.

Suladan nods his head at Drogo, a travelling merchant.

Jirken mutters vaguely under his breath about possibilities.

Falthus mutters something about Dr. Kortoxian's gleam prices being too high.

Baron Vukub mutters something to Drogo, while pointing at Belladonna.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret claps her hands together merrily.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "That's where my cavern's waters help."

Aegoth blinks and looks up, hissing slightly before grumbling to himself and, reluctantly, stepping into the light.

Ulrike sidles sleekly over to Falthus.

Ulrike whispers with an affected aristocratic accent, "Falthus."

Melodie opens a netted pack trimmed with seashells.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Ah... many of you know me. I am the Harbinger of Happiness.. the Doctor of Dreams. It is I you come to with your woes... who can eliminate your... "weaknesses" with but a word. Why toil to achieve perfection when you can have it in a Mhaldorian Minute?"

Drogo, a travelling merchant guffaws loudly, nodding knowingly at Baron Vukub.

Suladan rubs his hands together as an evil grin creeps across his face.

Aegoth cackles briefly, flourishing his cloak with a bit of dramatic flair.

Melodie gets some gold sovereigns from a netted pack trimmed with seashells.

Melodie gives some gold sovereigns to Allyriane.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Ah, always a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Kortoxian. Come back to visit the Asylum, yes? We are always.. I am always in need of your service."

Allyriane puts some gold sovereigns in a canvas backpack.

Ruth cackles hellishly.

Aegoth winks conspiratorially at Ruth.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Of course, Tyrannus."

Jirken twists his lips into a sardonic smirk.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Call me Ulthor, Kortoxian. I am not some furry Tyrannus leader."

Baron Vukub whistles casually as he approaches the back of Belladonna's chair.

Saeva's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "And, of course, we have Venasia Enverren..."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Yes yes, sorry. I was... experienting with some... uh... eye drops."

Jurixe scans the crowd briefly.

Ulrike curls her lip and sneers arrogantly.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Hmm...where is she?"

Trudging into the room laboriously, a disgruntled slave heaves the corpse of Venasia Enverren onto the ground before shuffling out silently.

Aegoth coughs softly.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "I-."

Suladan opens his eyes wide with shock.

Sherazad gives a horrified gasp.

Drogo, a travelling merchant slips something into Baron Vukub's pocket as he walks past.

Falthus gives a horrified gasp.

A Delosian bastard sword flies free from a baldric of crimson leather as Suladan swiftly draws it.

Terrance raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret exclaims, "Oh, a corpse! Splendid!"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "My.. my baby?!"

Jurixe blinks in surprise, her eyes widening as she looks down at the corpse.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "...do these slaves have not a WHIT of sense."

You see Suladan Nithilar yell, "ME KILL!!"

Suladan stomps about angrily.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Wait."

Sherazad wails like an old woman.

Jurixe says to Suladan in a low, silken voice, "You killed her?"

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "No rum, and now corpses, and now an ogre thinks it can kill something that isn't a fish in a barrel."

Ulrike frowns and says with an affected aristocratic accent, "What a night."

Falthus glances furtively and appreciatively at Lady Belladonna.

You have emoted: Xer looks down in disgust at the corpse and quietly mutters, 'What a waste of such a beautiful body.'

Baron Vukub swings his sword wildly, breaking tankards and spiling ale all over the floor!

Ulrike smirks at you.

Sherazad kneels, cradling the body in her arms.

Aegoth claps his hands together, rubbing them as a sinister gleam enters his eye, and swiftly extricates some sharp tools from his cloak, approaching the corpse.

Sherazad breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "-Please-."

Jurixe says sharply in a low, silken voice, "Baron!"

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Enough of that now beast, or I will end you where you stand."

Suladan snaps his jaw shut, rigid with barely contained anger.

Jirken bends over to examine the corpse, picking one arm up before letting it flop back listlessly.

Nimala thwaps Falthus on the head.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Yes yes yes.. just what I needed."

Jurixe says to Suladan in a low, silken voice, "Are you saying you killed her?"

Suladan glares angrily at Atalkez.

Sherazad says to Aegoth in a clear, bell-like voice, "Show some respect!"

Ulrike rubs her temples as if beset by a truly formidable headache.

Ruth licks her lips.

Falthus cowers in the corner, fearful of Nimala's wrath.

Aegoth says to Sherazad in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I am a DOCTOR!"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "More corpses, the merrier."

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says in Mhaldorian, "I do not understand the fuss. It is not as if a Mule died."

Baron Vukub yells, "NOOOO!"

Sherazad peers at Aegoth unscrupulously.

Ulrike stares implacably at Hasar.

Jurixe presses a hand to her temple, looking faintly annoyed.

Suladan strokes Venasia Enverren tenderly.

Terrance says to Aegoth in a gruff and haughty voice, "I wouldn't let you examine my big toe."

Hasar sneezes at Ulrike, failing to cover his mouth.

Aegoth waves his hand dismissively.

Sherazad says to Suladan in a clear, bell-like voice, "Too close!"

Ulrike says to Aegoth with an affected aristocratic accent, "There's nothing interesting there anyway."

Saeva drinks deeply from a cool glass of tea.

"Shoo! Shoo!" Sherazad says to Suladan as she waves him away.

Ulrike says to Aegoth with an affected aristocratic accent, "He doesn't wash it much."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Well, it seems the Baron is insensible."

Several slaves quickly emerge from the shadows to mop up the spilled ale left on the floor from the Baron's reaction.

Baron Vukub yells, "WHO DID THIS?!"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "We require a medical expert to examine the body."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Please, I did not spend eight years in Sapience's finest schools to be a toe doctor."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Are any present?"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Let your big toe rot."

Jurixe surveys the crowd.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Somebody here tell me NOW! WHO did this?"

Sherazad moves aside and stands worriedly over the corpse.

You have emoted: Xer sidles up beside Carmain as he continues to survey the scene quietly.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I KILL THEM!"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I KILL THEM DEAD!"

Terrance brandishes his fists at Aegoth.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Yes, yes, that's all very nice."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I KILL THEM TWO TIMES!"

Ruth lazily raises a hand, her grin widening as she stares at Jurixe.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "We'll get you a new hobby horse."

Sherazad hugs herself, teary-eyed.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "You needn't throw a tantrum."

Suladan backhands Ulrike across the face.

Ulrike snarls viciously.

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says dryly to Suladan in Mhaldorian, "Maybe breaking more things will help."

Sherazad says to Jurixe in a clear, bell-like voice, "Please, my baby!"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "You SHUT UP, or I KILL YOU TOO!"

Jurixe says in a raised voice, "Are any medical experts present?"

Ulrike removes an opera glove with a forceful WHOOSH.

Melodie peers at Venasia Enverren silently with an effected expression of curiosity.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Allow me, Ulthor, professional dissector and coroner!"

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "I'd like to see that."

Jirken says, "What do you need a doctor for? You are all quite familiar with corpses, are you not?"

Jurixe says to Ruth in a low, silken voice, "Ah, excellent, coroner."

Ruth twirls a softly glowing scalpel deftly.

Ulrike rakes her clawed nails across Vukub's cheek, face alive with a twisted, otherworldly rage.

Scowling, Suladan gives Ulrike a proper kick to the shin.

Jurixe exhales in an aggravated sigh.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Lord Marshal."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Sit down, THING."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Separate these two."

Hasar steps down off of a stubborn mule.

A stubborn mule begins to follow Hasar obediently.

Taking a greedy swig of a brown glass bottle, Falthus swallows a few mouthfuls before replacing the stopper.

You have emoted: Moving around the scene, Xer moves on towards Barak, sensually stroking his arm.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "Stop talking to yourself. Really."

Ruth strides forward, reaching forward with her arms and pushing people aside as she moves to the corpse of Venasia Enverren.

Hasar gets some gold sovereigns from a canvas backpack.

Drogo, a travelling merchant says, "Coroner, hope yer scalpel dun slip and hit that vamp wench 'ere."

Using his wrist cleverly, Hasar flips a golden sovereign up into the air. You watch, mesmerised, as it spins rapidly through its arc. It hits the ground and you see that the heads side is facing up.

Hasar raises his arms and a gust of wind slams into Suladan.
Suladan is hurled out of the room to the north by the gust of wind.

Saeva gazes at the corpse pensively.

Ulrike licks a few drops of blood from her nails, her lips lingering obscenely over each finger.

Dark clouds swirl over the central wilderness of Sapience, and as lightning flashes, the silhouette of Griesly Manor is illuminated one final time upon the firmament before it vanishes.

An eerily shimmering ship has sunk into the embrace of the wine-dark sea.

Jurixe watches Suladan as he flies past, rolling her eyes before she returns to the examination of the corpse.

Ulrike slides a black opera glove back onto her hand with a haughty "hmph", then leans warily against a wall.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Make quick work, coroner. When and how was she killed?"

Aegoth kneels down next to the corpse, handling it in a decidedly inappropriate manner.

You whisper to Terrance in Mhaldorian in a sweet voice, "How lovely it is to see you again Lord Barak. A shame that these circumstances have arisen, but it's been faaaar too long since we last.. met. Why did you stay away for so long?"

Hasar puts 1 gold sovereign in a canvas backpack.

Hasar ceases to wield a sinister staff with a strange orb in his left hand.
Hasar begins to wield a deep red boomerang in his left hand.

Ruth leans down on a knee, bending over the corpse and examining the wounds of the corpse. She reaches forth with her scalpel, gently using the tip of the blade edge to cut away at the clothes obscuring the examination site.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Let's see let's see..."

Ruth exclaims in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "What a fresh kill!"

Cresil wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Sherazad whispers in a clear, bell-like voice, "Death to her murderer!"

Falthus licks Venasia Enverren.

Ruth's right arm rises and slams into Kortoxian, pushing him away as she shifts around the body further.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret says, "Well no one told me I could die at this ball. How marvellous. Kill me next."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Getting in the waaay, Kortoxian!"

Ulrike flows sensuously over to Hasar, resting her head near his collarbone.

Jurixe says to Falthus in a low, silken voice, "Stop tampering with the body."

Baron Vukub grabs Dr. Kortoxian by the shoulder and casually throws him back into a corner.

Jurixe says to Falthus in a low, silken voice, "We need to find her murderer."

Sherazad nods her head in agreement.

Falthus says to Jurixe in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Who could have done it?"

Aegoth stumbles back on his rear, gasping as several illegal narcotics fall from his cloak. He hastily scrambles to retrieve them.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Ah, my, my. What a way to die."

Falthus grins mischievously at Aegoth.

Jurixe says impatiently in a low, silken voice, "Well, that is what we are trying to ascertain."

You whisper to Sylcine, Maiden of Regret in Mhaldorian in a sweet voice, "Would you prefer the standard, typical messy death? Or one filled with pleasure instaed?"

Baron Vukub swings his sword restlessly, while pacing back and forth.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Her body is pretty badly mangled. The arms in her bone are broken in more than two places."

You wink conspiratorially at Sylcine, Maiden of Regret.

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Jurixe lifts her gaze to survey the rest of the crowd.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Quite the coroner."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Her skull is caved in, so it appears."

Atalkez asks Ruth in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "But no bitemarks?"

Ruth reaches forward, prodding the side of Venasia's head with a finger.

Sherazad pales as she stares in horror at the corpse of her only child.

Ulrike says breezily with an affected aristocratic accent, "Nothing the magick of ages can't fix."

Ulrike disengages herself from Hasar to adjust her hair, which is tilting rather obviously to one side.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Is.. is it a monster?"

Ruth looks thoughtful and says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Well, that's a good question, actually."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "There are puncture marks on her body, but I can't tell if it's a bite mark or not."

Sherazad gives Ulrike the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Jurixe ponders Venasia Enverren with a contemplative expression.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "We can always re-animate her."

His mood darkening, Suladan glowers sullenly at Ulrike.

Florentino wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "It could be knife marks, for all I know."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I have juuuust the thing too."

Ulrike frowns and says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Nixie. The very never. My tastes are far more... refined."

Ulrike nods her head at Aegoth, showing her acceptance.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "It was the butler in the belltower with the shovel."

Falthus smirks.

Jurixe says to Ruth in a raised voice, "But you said it was a fresh kill. And she was found here."

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper whispers to Cresil, "The coroner can't tell between bite and knife marks?"

Cresil nods his head at Florentino.

Sherazad looks surprised and says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Someone from here?"

Ruth nods her head at Jurixe.

Jurixe says to Ruth in a low, silken voice, "So it must have been.."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Where BUTLER."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I KILL HIM!"

Jurixe nods her head at Sherazad.

Ulrike snorts arrogantly.

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says to Suladan in Mhaldorian, "To the north, in the silence vibe."

Hasar raises his arms and a gust of wind slams into Suladan.
Suladan is hurled out of the room to the north by the gust of wind.

Sherazad suspiciously looks at the people around her.

Cresil whispers to Florentino in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Sounds to me like Ulthor does belong in an insane asylum."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "It is indeed a fresh kill. She perhaps died about an hour ago."

(Mhaldor): Alynna says, "Hail Mhaldor."

Jurixe furrows her brow as she straightens, surveying the guests around her.

Ruth pushes a softly glowing scalpel into the skin, cutting through it easily. Blood, sluggish blood begins to flow down onto the ground, pooling beside the corpse.

Ulrike pats Hasar affectionately on the shoulder, caressing his neck ever-so-slightly.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "One of you did this? You would breach Mhaldorian hospitality?"

Baron Vukub mutters under his breath.

Falthus tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I NO DID. I KILL WHOEVER DID THIS!"

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "When you invite undead and ignorant beasts, you get what you ask for."

Suladan roars fiercely.

Ruth dips a finger into the blood and lifts it to her mouth, tasting the blood with obvious delight.

Ruth smacks her lips.

Terrance says in a gruff and haughty voice, "I'm outraged that you'd even think to accuse me, Minister!"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Ohhhh of course not. Well... sometimes. Maybe... but not THIS time. I would, of course, LOVE to harvest her organs."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "My baby was strong and people might have hated her for that."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "What is that saying? A bit dog barks loudest?"

You have emoted: Xer lift his head up and stares Jurixe in the eyes with a fiery gaze. With a small snort, he shakes his head as he denies all accusations.

Ruth whispers in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Traces of poison.. Not quite sure what poison."

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Aegoth says to Jurixe in a sly, shady timbre voice, "May I harvest them?"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Figures one of you people did it!"

Ruth whispers in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Subtle, though. Quite subtle."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Poison?"

Falthus peers at Jirken unscrupulously.

The clamour of responses echoes in the cathedral, and Jurixe furrows her brow in annoyance.

You say in Mhaldorian in a sweet voice, "I would never kill someone in such a crude manner."

Baron Vukub peers at Belladonna.

Atalkez nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

Ruth stands from the side of the corpse, wiping the bloodied edge of a softly glowing scalpel against her trench coat.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Well, we are never going to find the answer without some investigative work."

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper makes an odd clicking noise with his teeth and tongue.

Sherazad looks confused and says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I don't think my water ever harmed anyone."

Suladan says to Ulrike in a deep, growling voice, "You no say anything."

Sherazad nods her head at Jurixe.

Jirken peers about himself unscrupulously.

Ulrike says lazily to Florentino with an affected aristocratic accent, "You serpents think you're so VERY clever."

Cresil Aristata, Unholy Spectre makes an odd clicking noise with his teeth and tongue.

Jurixe's gaze lifts to sweep the audience.

Ulrike winks conspiratorially at Florentino.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Audience members, we will require your intervention to determine who of these are guilty."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "It is obvious that it is one of these that is the culprit."

Falthus nods his head in agreement.

Florentino strokes his goatee thoughtfully.

Suladan stomps about angrily.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "We shall assist however we can, of course."

Ulrike says to Florentino with an affected aristocratic accent, "One doesn't live centuries without learning to listen to the sounds of secret slithering..."

Chiam nods carefully.

Sherazad straightens, looking offended.

Boosteya ponders the situation.

Sherazad looks surprised and says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Would I, her mother be suspected of such terrible thing?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "We have Queen Belladona, Baron Vukub, Chiada, Dr Kortoxian, Lord Barak, and Demian."

Suladan says to Jurixe in a deep, growling voice, "Yes. Good. Find who now."

Ulrike says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Oh, playing the innocent, I see."

Sherazad pales visibly.

Sylcine, Maiden of Regret tiptoes silently out of the room.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "The audience will be allowed a total of 2 questions to ask each of the guests."

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "I don't need to play it."

Atalkez nods at Jurixe.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "A total of 2 from the whole audience, mind."

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "That minx of a maiden has excused herself, I see."

Aegoth silently goes to skulk in the shadows again, having garnered no attention.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "From the entire audience?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "So discuss among yourselves what you wish to inquire."

Ulrike says sighingly with an affected aristocratic accent, "The guilty often do."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Yes."

Falthus nods his head at Jurixe.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "However, observe also the interactions between the guests and bear in mind the coroner's report."

Terrance whispers to Ulrike in a gruff and haughty voice, "Good observation, m'lady."

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "Pfft, I don't have to prove it, but I will assist in discovering my daughter's murderer."

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "The utterly useless coroner's report, yes."

Ulrike says acidly to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "How magnanimous of you!"

Baron Vukub peers at the other guests.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Do you think.. Lord and Lady Enverren could've done something about it?"

Sherazad visibly flinches, her dazzling smile briefly faltering.

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Terrance.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "I think it's nearly time for my evening snack. DO carry on, if you would?"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "You so little!"

Terrance narrows his eyes at Suladan in an unnerving manner.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Questions may begin now."

Ulrike toys irritatedly with the rim of her cocktail glass.

Cresil ponders the situation.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Remember that your objective is to find out who has motive."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Who is the most likely to want Venasia Enverren dead."

Ruth appears to be affronted, the gleam in her eyes intensifying as she slides her other hands to her scalpel, testing the edge of the blade. "Come here, Cresil. Would you like to be my experiment today?"

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Why did the Baron react so strongly?"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She very pretty."

Cresil smirks at Ruth.

Saeva Aristata asks Suladan, "Did you love the deceased? Did you love her so much that you crushed her?"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I come here to see her."

You have emoted: Xer wanders about the room, eventually making his way over towards Chiada. He takes a small lock of her hair into his hands, bringing it towards his face and sniffing it.

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "That is not an answer."

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "We know that cold or warm doesn't make much difference for Ogres."

Suladan growls menacingly at Atalkez.

Ulrike wrinkles her nose and sniffs.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She big deal to me."

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "You came to see specifically her, and she ends up dead."

Sherazad narrows her eyes at Suladan in an unnerving manner.

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Good story."

Aegoth says to Suladan in a sly, shady timbre voice, "My dear BAron... perhaps I can assist in your avenging her... for the right price."

Aegoth winks knowingly.

Suladan says to Aegoth in a deep, growling voice, "I no need help. I get avenge myself!"

Saeva Aristata asks Aegoth, "Did you sell her any of your wares, Doctor?"

Atalkez nods at Saeva.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I want blood of killers to myself."

Atalkez says darkly in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Perhaps you already have it."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "And I!"

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Killers?"

Suladan says to Atalkez in a deep, growling voice, "Maybe you too small to understand."

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "As in multiple?"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Oh well, yes. She was a very frequent customer. Very rich... yes..."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Brain too small."

Ulrike coughs softly.

Suladan shrugs helplessly.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Pretty extensive knowledge for not having much to do with it."

Atalkez nods at Cresil.

Melodie casually weaves between the guests, carefully avoiding any with violence on their minds, offering a drink here and a bit of food there.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says sardonically to Saeva, "Sure, Dynamis. Take all the questions without consulting with anyone else."

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "You are looking more and more guilty, Baron. I suggest you start defending yourself."

Hasar grins.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "No more questions can be asked of the Baron."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "For this round."

Warsson circles around and bows to each, offering a refreshment to every and all.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "What about the others?"

Suladan stares at Atalkez, blinking several times in confusion.

Terrance picks at his fingernails, flicking the bits of dirt towards you.

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I am a goddess in Enverren. I shall answer questions but will not take any abuse."

You have emoted: Xer looks down at the corpse of Venaisa, muttering quietly underneath his breath.

Sherazad creases her brow in a frown.

Aegoth reaches into his cloak and fiddles around, sighing quietly in delirious contentment before his eyes snap open in extreme alertness.

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says idly in Mhaldorian, "Let us question Chiada next, then."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "For those who just arrived, Venasia Enverren was found dead."

Sherazad gives Hasar the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Ulrike says sarcastically with an affected aristocratic accent, "To chiada Ah, the lady mustn't have her spotless honour impugned, no."

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord asks in Mhaldorian, "Does anyone have any ideas on what to ask, before you actually do?"

Hasar steps down off of a stubborn mule.

A stubborn mule begins to follow Hasar obediently.

You whisper to Terrance in Mhaldorian in a sweet voice, "Mmhmm? Did you require my... services Lord Barak?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "It was decided that one of these characters here is the killer, and you must find who it is."

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "It shall remain spotless even after."

Terrance flushes in anger and sputters incredulously at you.

Baron Vukub downs another tankard of ale.

Ulrike says loftily to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Yes, dear, I'm sure."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "The audience is allowed two questions each for each character: Queen Belladona, Lady Chiada, Dr Kortoxian, Lord Barak, Baron Vukub and Demian."

Warsson continues to offer drinks to all the guest, while not being an obstacle to the guests.

You whisper to Terrance in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "I still remember how our last encounter went. For a dwarf it was simply... superb."

Suladan paces impatiently back and forth.

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says curiously in Mhaldorian, "No ideas on a question for Chiada, Mhaldor?"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "As should be!"

Ulrike's eyes droop, sleepy and seductive, but do not close.

Terrance says angrily to you in a gruff and haughty voice, "I'll split you in half, you preposterous thing!"

Sherazad nods her head slowly, looking very wise.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Is she proud of her daughter, or did she have issues with anything she was doing."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "The questions for Baron Vukub have been used for this round, while Dr Kortoxian has been asked one."

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Would be a good starting point."

Ulrike's eyes sparkle with amusement at Terrance.

Terrance brandishes a dwarven battleaxe at you.

Boosteya approaches the Baron with a rather large tankard of ale, and sets it quietly near him before withdrawing.

Hasar nods. "A fair question."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I am proud of my daughter. Better she led Enverren than that despicable Lady Enverren."

Sherazad huffs and puffs in outrage.

You whisper to Terrance in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Again Lord Barak? My... I'm not sure I can handle it..."

Ulrike smiles darkly, tongue curling around her fangs.

Nimala takes a drink from a fractured steel vial.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "No one asked the Baron what Drogo slipped into his pocket?"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I am worried how her strength might be attracting enemies though."

Terrance sputters in outrage at you.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She very pretty too."

Sherazad creases her brow in a frown.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "No more questions for the Baron."

Falthus nods his head at Jurixe.

You have emoted: Xer gives Lord Barak a sultry smile as he walks off with a sway in his step.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "You have five minutes to think of other questions before we proceed."

Atalkez tilts his head curiously.

Suladan stares at Falthus, blinking several times in confusion.

Atalkez asks Cresil in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Who would her enemies be, I wonder?"

Cresil says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Did Venasia have relations with Demian?"

Baron Vukub starts looking through his pockets.

Suladan growls menacingly.

Sherazad blushes furiously.

Sherazad says to Cresil in a clear, bell-like voice, "That is none of my business but I'd like to think she knew how to conduct herself!"

Allyriane flashes Ulrike a joyous smile.

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "Your rum!"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "As a proper lady of Enverren!"

Melodie nods her head at Allyriane.

Atalkez puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Ulrike says drily with an affected aristocratic accent, "I think we are taking some premises for granted here."

Ulrike hums a happy tune.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Jealousy is a strong motivation."

Cresil shrugs helplessly.

Atalkez nods his head in agreement.

Aegoth mutters to himself, "Who -hasn't- been with Demian..."

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "There were bite marks."

Sherazad narrows her eyes at Ulrike in an unnerving manner.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Puncture marks!"

Sherazad says to Ruth in a clear, bell-like voice, "Close enough!"

Ulrike says languidly to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "How fascinating."

Warsson gives a glass of cool poppy tea to Saeva.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "My bite crush. My bite no make holes."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Diiifferent things, Lady Chaida. This is why you cannot be a coroner."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "From her time as a Malefic to when she departed, she was a frequent client to my bedroom... in fact, she monopolised the majority of my time."

Atalkez asks Ruth in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Did the body have any blood remaining?"

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "At your service.""

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Ulrike, "Whose blood have you fed on today, if not Venasia's?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "No questions can be asked of the coroner."

"Oh?" Atalkez exclaims quizzically.

Sherazad slaps you on the cheek.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "She will divulge more after her next examination."

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says musingly in Mhaldorian, "Perhaps she caught a disease from Demian."

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "If you.. If you have some decency.."

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says in Mhaldorian, "I am sure he has many."

Saeva Aristata says to Hasar, "Slow killer."

Saeva nods her head slowly, looking very wise.

Ulrike says witheringly to Florentino with an affected aristocratic accent, "Whose? Not this doxy's. She likely tastes of rust and sour cherries. Not for me this baseborn blood."

You say to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "If it'll soothe your pain, perhaps you'd like to experience the pleasure she felt herself?"

Nimala I'llur says to Atalkez in Mhaldorian, "The coroner did sample some of the blood, so there was some remaining at least."

Sherazad slaps her thigh, laughing hysterically.

Sherazad says furiously in a clear, bell-like voice, "Well, I have never! I am no woman of ill repute and won't be treated as such."

You have emoted: Xer leans in close and whispers softly into Chiada's ear.

Sherazad gives a pained sigh.

Sherazad slaps you on the cheek.

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord says dryly in Mhaldorian, "Don't slap him. It encourages him."

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

You have emoted: Xer rubs both cheeks with his hands, a knowing smile on his face as he smirks at the Lord Marshal.

Saeva Aristata asks Ulrike, "Belladona, do your fangs often secrete any type of poison?"

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "If there was blood remaining in the body, I somehow doubt Belladona to be involved. I'm sure she is....effecient with her food."

Ruth exclaims in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "The coroner is hungry. I require food!"

Ulrike says indulgently to Atalkez with an affected aristocratic accent, "This young gentleman has the right of it."

Ulrike says to Saeva with an affected aristocratic accent, "Poison is hardly necessary to accomplish my ends."

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "Maybe you forced her and she didn't like it."

Melodie says to Ruth in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "What can I get you, coroner?"

"Ha!" Sherazad exclaims to you with gusto.

Jurixe claps her hands three times again.

Suladan paces impatiently back and forth.

Cresil tilts his head and listens intently to Jurixe.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "All right. The time for questions for this round is over."

Ruth says to Melodie in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Your most bloody tasting meal."

Aegoth whispers to Ruth in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Ah, I have ust the thing. Never hunger... never tire..."

Saeva Aristata says to Ulrike, "Necessary is not the question. I know many who like to play with their prey while feeding."

Sherazad turns towards Jurixe.

Falthus tilts his head and listens intently to Jurixe.

Melodie shifts through her dishes consideringly.

Ruth says to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Ah, Kortoxian. Perhaps we can discuss that in my office later."

Ruth strokes a softly glowing scalpel tenderly.

Aegoth cackles hellishly.

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "While you all consider, we've recently acquired more drinks, including cider and rum for those inclined."

Allyriane's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Who in charge here?"

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "I guess your silence confirms it."

Taking a greedy swig of a brown glass bottle, Falthus swallows a few mouthfuls before replacing the stopper.

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Melodie gives a honey-glazed baklava pastry to Ruth.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "We figure it out yet?"

Suladan peers about himself unscrupulously.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "A rum, Slaves."

Falthus says to Suladan in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the questions we asked only lead to more questions."

Suladan grumbles angrily.

Allyriane flashes Atalkez a joyous smile.

Ulrike says smoothly to Falthus with an affected aristocratic accent, "Questions do that!"

Ulrike leers lasciviously at Falthus.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "While the characters regroup, take some time to ponder."

Picking up a slice of baklava carefully by its wrappings, Ruth takes a large bite, trying not to drop honey on her clothes.

Falthus smirks.

Atalkez thanks Allyriane profusely.

Ulrike says to Falthus with an affected aristocratic accent, "Join my Court, and you'll have no further need of them..."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "The second round of questions will begin soon."

Ulrike licks her lips.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "You may otherwise interact with them, however."

Falthus says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Perhaps one day, my Lady."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Honey! Honey sweet. Like blood. Not like Venasia's, though."

Melodie nods her head at Ruth, showing her acceptance.

Cresil ponders Ruth with a contemplative expression.

Baron Vukub swings his sword restlessly through the air.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Where's the slave? I want more beer!"

Falthus says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I'm sorry for your loss, Lady."

Atalkez asks Melodie in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "A beer, please?"

Sherazad says tiredly in a clear, bell-like voice, "Some alcohol to soothe the pain would be nice."

Sherazad thanks Falthus profusely.

Allyriane says to Sherazad in a soft-spoken voice, "Fruit wine, perhaps?"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "To lose one's only daughter. She was my legacy to the world."

Melodie says to Atalkez in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "Bourbon, perhaps?"

You smile and say to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Oh? Proud of the fruits of your loins? I can certainly see why though."

Suladan says to Melodie in a deep, growling voice, "You. Give me beer."

Taking a greedy swig of a brown glass bottle, Nimala swallows a few mouthfuls before replacing the stopper.

Ulrike smirks at you.

Atalkez asks Melodie in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "How about ale?"

Atalkez slams back a straight-sided shot glass, rolling the flavours around his mouth.

Melodie nods hurriedly, shifting through her contents.

You say to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Did Lord Enverren do most of the work, or was it all you, lady?"

Melodie gives a flagon filled with dark lager to Atalkez.

Atalkez nods at Melodie.

Suladan takes a drink from a stygian vial.

Suladan peers at Melodie unscrupulously.

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "I have your beer."

Melodie says to Suladan in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "No beer I do not believe. Perhaps ale, or wine, or rum?"

Cresil takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Now pick it up."

Atalkez coughs softly.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Melodie, "I want wine, slave."

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "Watch yourself. I am a goddess of the glubbians and demand respect."

Atalkez begins to wield a flagon filled with dark lager in his left hand.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Melodie, "Hop to it."

Ulrike says sourly to Melodie with an affected aristocratic accent, "Ah, rotating shortages. How VERY clever."

Atalkez throws a flagon filled with dark lager at Suladan, but it does little more than startle him.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "We will begin the second act in two minutes."

Melodie gives a decanter of Island Wine to Florentino.

Florentino nods his head at Melodie.

Baron Vukub grabs teh beer from Atalkez hand.

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "If you're used to.. to.. Leave me out of it!"

Melodie inclines her head politely at Florentino.

Warsson looks around, offering drink and food.

Aegoth shuffles over to Chiada, darting his eyes around and leaning into her space quite boldly.

Florentino flips a solitary sovereign as a tip to the slave.

Sherazad tears off a slice of her stuffed loaf of cheese, pork, and tomatoes and takes a bite from it. It is only a matter of moments before the rest of the pre-sliced loaf is demolished by her.

Ulrike says contemptuously to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Being a goddess of the Glubbians is only half a notch above being worshipped by those stinking ogres."

Cresil ponders Ulrike with a contemplative expression.

Aegoth says to Sherazad in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Say, did Venasia erm.. happen to leave a will?"

Atalkez says to Ulrike in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Your disdain for them is deep, it seems."

Melodie carefully pockets the sovereign with a cheery expression.

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "I am their saviour. I know my accomplishments and you cannot bring those down, you miserable thing."

Ulrike says to Atalkez with an affected aristocratic accent, "How EVER did you notice!"

Cresil carefully examined Ulrike's hair precariously draped over only one shoulder.

You say to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "A goddess of blubbers, with Lord Enverren the god, yes?"

Ulrike says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Such spirit. It's good, that spirit."

Ulrike says lasciviously with an affected aristocratic accent, "Finer, when crushed."

Baron Vukub knocks back the tankard of beer in one gulp.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Sherazad says to you in a clear, bell-like voice, "Never a god! The Lord and Lady of Enverren are the source of my people's suffering!"

Ulrike flexes the fingers of her left hand into a fist.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Sherazad sniffles softly.

Suladan burps obscenely.

Ulrike tugs discreetly on one lock of her shimmering black hair. You notice that her part is back in the centre again.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Interesting."

Aegoth says to Sherazad in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Well!?"

Sherazad says to Aegoth in a clear, bell-like voice, "There's nothing I need from my daughter. And keep your hands to yourself!"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Doesn't anyone understand my pain at all?!"

Aegoth says to Sherazad in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Come, this is important!"

Suladan nods his head at Sherazad.

Ulrike laughs drily, a sound like leaves in a cold wind.

You have emoted: Xer saunters off towards the Baron with a gleam in his eye, the jet-black scarf around his waist swaying dangerously.

Suladan strokes Sherazad's head in consolation.

Aegoth grumbles angrily.

Sherazad says to Aegoth in a clear, bell-like voice, "I already said I don't need anything from her. There's no reason she will leave something for me!"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I miss her."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Find killer NOW."

Sherazad says tearfully in a clear, bell-like voice, "Her existence was all I needed."

Sherazad nods her head at Suladan, showing her acceptance.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She was giong to be Baroness!"

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Atalkez says to Suladan in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Quiet you."

Ulrike says dismissively to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "Miss her? Good thing you lot have short attention spans."

You have emoted: Xer tenderly strokes the Baron's thick arms in consolation.

Suladan burps obscenely in Atalkez's face.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "But... argh! HEr existence was nothing but a waxing addiction to MY stock! She owes me."

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "It'll be Little Miss Thalagor next week, and you'll forget all about her."

Ulrike wraps a comforting arm around Suladan.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Now did she leave a will!?"

Sherazad opens her eyes wide with shock at Aegoth.

Terrance abruptly spits out the rum that was in his mouth towards Suladan.

Warsson says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "May I offer some tea? It will help clear your mind and see where this investigation will go."

Terrance abruptly spits out the rum that was in his mouth towards Suladan.

Ulrike slips nimbly out of Vukub's range.

Sherazad says to Warsson in a clear, bell-like voice, "Thank you kindly."

Suladan peers at Terrance unscrupulously.

Warsson gives a glass of cool poppy tea to Sherazad.

Sherazad sips lightly from a cool glass of brown tea.

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "At your service.""

Sherazad thanks Warsson profusely.

Terrance says in a gruff and haughty voice, "How dare you insinuate that MY Venasia would ever go for the likes of you, you big, disgusting ... thing?!"

Baron Vukub mutters something derogatory about little people.

Ulrike smirks.

"Oh?" Atalkez exclaims quizzically.

You say to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "My... another heartsick lover of hers? My, wasn't she quite the heartbreaker."

Aegoth twitches a bit, his patience obviously wearing thin, though he offers a sardonic smile in response.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "She got around, it seems."

You have emoted: Xer shoots a glare at Atalkez before composing himself.

Ulrike exhales in a pointed display of exasperation.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I won't.. I won't believe it!"

Suladan growls menacingly.

Suladan backhands Terrance across the face.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "If she were a man, you would all be congratulating her instead of disparaging her for it."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "You .. little."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "So .. small."

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Milenka performs a graceful curtsey.

Legate Milenka Aristata, Sartai Magister says in Mhaldorian, "Pardon me."

Terrance swings a dwarven battleaxe wildly, barely missing Suladan.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "THESE were the vaunted suitors of the late Mistress Enverren? How ... common."

Atalkez says to Falthus in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "A man is not the topic of discussion, currently."

Suladan brandishes his fists at Terrance.

Suladan takes a drink from a stygian vial.

You have emoted: Xer rolls his eyes as a bitter smirk spreads on his face, nodding his head in agreement with Belladonna.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Small .. sit."

Baron Vukub points at Barak.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "It's all their fault, I tell you. All their fault, those Enverrens."

(Party): Jurixe says, "Oh, say Demian's looking particularly peaky."

Tears fill Sherazad's eyes and begin to slowly run down her face.

Terrance says angrily to Suladan in a gruff and haughty voice, "I'll kill you!"

Aegoth snickers softly to himself.

Suladan roars fiercely.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Demian's looking particularly excited..."

You have emoted: Xer looks down at Venasia's corpse and shakes his head.

You say in Mhaldorian in a bitter voice, "Truly a sh-."

Your voice has been set to 'low, husky'.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Two at once, that's the hallmark of a good stringer-along of mortals... but these puerile, oafish louts?"

Aegoth says to you in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Perhaps a shot of something... to help with that, hmm?"

Ulrike says sadly with an affected aristocratic accent, "And she could have really made something of herself."

Warsson says to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "May I offer a delectable place of caribou rolls?"

Ulrike wipes at tears that aren't there.

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Terrance yells a string of obscenities towards Suladan.

Falthus smirks at Ulrike.

Suladan stomps about angrily.

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "More BEER!"

You have emoted: Xer lets out a low, melodious laugh at Dr. Kortoxian.

Suladan pokes at Melodie urgently.

Melodie casually wanders over to you, slipping a a straight-sided shot glass into your hand, patting it before hurrying over to Suladan.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "It might even make you smarter!"

You smile and say to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Nay... my prowess in the bedroom is more than enough without anything to aid me."

Suladan stares at Ulrike, blinking several times in confusion.

You wink conspiratorially at Aegoth.

Aegoth waves his hand dismissively.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Your loss, Demian."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Beer.. Smart.."

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Sherazad whispers in a clear, bell-like voice, "Horrible, horrible."

Suladan says to Melodie in a deep, growling voice, "Slave, faster!"

Atalkez gives a yell and slaps a Baarian tiger, who powerfully kicks Suladan with its hind legs.
Suladan goes sailing off to the north with flailing arms.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Annoying beast."

Suladan backhands Atalkez across the face.

Melodie gives a flagon filled with dark lager to Suladan.

Warsson gives a flagon filled with dark lager to Suladan.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "He is a guest, still."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "You piss off."

Ulrike's eyes sparkle with amusement at Atalkez.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "SUCH manners."

Atalkez smirks.

Baron Vukub swings his sword menacingly.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Although maybe also a murderer."

Terrance grumbles angrily.

Cresil grins mischievously at Jurixe.

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "Swords at a high banquet? I should think it's you."

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "To jurike guilty until proven innocent, I say."

Atalkez sticks his tongue out and says, "Ack."

Suladan says to Ulrike in a deep, growling voice, "I drink now. I get smarter. I figure out."

Melodie says soothingly to Suladan in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "There there now, Baron, you should have some good drinks in hand."

Alynna performs a graceful curtsey towards all present, and rises, giving the sign of the Seven.

Aegoth says to you in a sly, shady timbre voice, "You could be giving people unworldly pleasure with my stuff... make them sing like Venasia was singing each time she injected my gleam into her veins."

Baron Vukub downs another tankard.

Sherazad sips lightly from a cool glass of brown tea.

Aegoth curls his lip and sneers arrogantly at Sherazad.

Ulrike frowns and says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "I hope you figure out the case of the missing purple elephants."

Terrance says in a gruff and haughty voice, "I'M the Lord of Blackrock! How dare that girl think she could be with someone else lower than I!"

You notice a terrible smell in the air and see that Suladan is trying to look inconspicuous.

Alynna
She is a beautiful siren. Tilted eyes of a shimmering blue hue peer out intently
from a face otherwise completely concealed in a black veil. Her hair sweeps back
from a widow's peak, long black tresses shining down the length of her head to
brush gently at the shoulders. A very short woman, she still walks with an
authoritative, calm, self-assurance. Her abundantly curved figure is wrapped in
robes of black, draped in the back, revealing her backside from shoulder to
tailbone. Her back is crisscrossed with numerous silvery whip scars, each in
stark contrast with her complexion. Horrifically, the entire length of her spine
is fully exposed, and covered in a shimmering coating of quicksilver.

Sherazad says to Aegoth in a clear, bell-like voice, "Go away, you horrid beast."

Sherazad cringes pathetically.

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Terrance.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "You so SMALL!"

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Terrance.

Suladan thrusts out his chest and boasts of his exploits.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I kill dragon for my cloak."

Sherazad says angrily in a clear, bell-like voice, "Those blasted Lord and Lady of Enverren! They deprived me of my daughter! I looked at her grow from afar. I knew she shouldn't have been sent to Mhaldor. While they deserve what happened to them, it shouldn't have come from my poor baby."

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "Mmhmm."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I kill dragon for my boots."

Sherazad blushes furiously.

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "You clean their claws."

Ulrike says disdainfully to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "You are weak, nixie."

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Terrance.

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Ruth nods her head at Alynna.

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "My daughter was trained here in strength. What became of her now?"

Sherazad stares mournfully at the world around her, a single tear running down her cheek.

Baron Vukub downs another tankard.

You have emoted: Xer sidles up beside Alynna, looking at the Baron and Lord Barak with a disdainful look on his face.

A floating eyeball bobs gently in mid-air.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Must .. get .. smarter!"

Hasar calls upon arcane powers and weaves a translucent, slightly shimmering shield about Alynna.

Ulrike frowns and says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Trained in strength. Looks like she just didn't have the potential."

Aegoth casts a glance at Alynna and hastily hides himself from her view.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Alynna bends slightly to calmly smooth the skirts of her robes, gracefully righting herself once satisfied.

With serene grace, Alynna folds her hands before herself.

Ulrike stares implacably at Alynna.

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "Impossible! If they let me raise her, she would not have to deal with all the unnecessary cruelties!"

Aegoth whispers in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Demian seems rather flustered... broken for an incubus. How sad... how pathetic. If only he had soething to pick him up from such a pit."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Ink bus?"

Ulrike says surprisedly to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "There are cruelties that are unnecessary?"

Sherazad says to Ulrike in a clear, bell-like voice, "Not everyone is as barbaric as you."

Sherazad creases her brow in a frown.

Ulrike frowns and nods to herself with a shrug.

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Ulrike says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "I'll take that as quite the compliment, IF you don't mind!"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "There will be another round of questions in two minutes."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Consider all that the characters have said."

Allyriane begins to intensify slowly until she appears flesh and blood once more.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "And think about what you wish to inquire further of them."

Ulrike laughs, a sound like a rock shattering a yellowed window.

You say to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Well... she was certainly a wonder in bed. It would make any male long for a second round."

You have emoted: Xer smirks at Aegoth.

Sherazad whispers in a clear, bell-like voice, "I wish I took her away from all these."

Sherazad sniffles softly.

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "Last chance for drinks and snacks before the questions round!"

Ruth tucks away her scalpel into the folds of a long white trench coat, her clean hands running down its length. She looks rather expectant.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Unsurprising, since she was always full of my gleam."

You say to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Though it was always her returning back to me..."

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Drinks and food for all the guests!""

(Party): Suladan says, "I got :45 min as a heads up."

You mutter discontentedly.

Suladan says to Allyriane in a deep, growling voice, "More BEER!"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Why, she worked up a bill so large."

You whisper in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "At least until she disappeared off to that castle."

Aegoth narrows his eyes at Sherazad in an unnerving manner.

Cresil says to Allyriane in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Food then, slave."

Warsson gives a flagon filled with dark lager to Suladan.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Time for questions."

Suladan nods his head emphatically.

Allyriane says to Cresil in a soft-spoken voice, "What would you like?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Two each, as usual."

Cresil says to Allyriane in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Surprise me."

Suladan thoughtfully drinks from a flagon filled with dark lager, leaving a slight touch of froth on his upper lip.

Melodie moves hurriedly to Suladan's side, shoving a particularly large tankard of frothy beer into his hands.

Cresil clears his throat.

Suladan becomes visibly flushed, as a warm, happy smile steals across his lips.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "What would you like to ask the characters?"

Ulrike rolls her eyes at Suladan.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I have a question for the Baron, if I may."

Allyriane gives a plate of grilled piranha wrapped in banana leaf to Cresil.

Jurixe nods her head at Falthus.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Allyriane beams broadly at Cresil.

Allyriane rubs her hands together greedily.

Suladan takes a drink from a stygian vial.

Cresil scoffs arrogantly.

Cresil says to Allyriane in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Wipe the grin off of your face, slave, there is murder afoot."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Baron, before the body was dumped, you approached Lady Belladonna's chair, and then Drogo slipped something into your pocket. What was it?"

Sherazad whispers in a clear, bell-like voice, "I shouldn't even cry, I'll dry up."

Allyriane frowns, then straightens up and nods.

Sherazad whispers soothing words to Allyriane.

Suladan says to Falthus in a deep, growling voice, "A banana."

Ulrike blinks spasmodically as her left eyelash seems to migrate horizontally.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She not shake hand."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "We make her fall."

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Cresil raises an eyebrow at Ulrike.

Falthus tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."

Suladan rubs his hands together as an evil grin creeps across his face.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Ok. Thank you."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Next questions?"

Nimala I'llur says in Mhaldorian, "Kortoxian seems rather interested in her monetary affairs, perhaps he was owed gold?"

Ulrike shoots Cresil a look that would curdle lycopod fluid.

Baron Vukub downs another tankard in a single gulp.

Cresil says to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Dr. Kortoxian."

Falthus nods his head at Nimala.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

A floating eyeball bobs gently in mid-air.
Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Must .. get .. smarter."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "YES!"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "By the Gods yes."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "So much damned money."

Suladan burps obscenely.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "She was a horrible addict."

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "It'll never happen. Give up. I have a place you could go, once you do..."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "She leads Enverren, why would she have problems with her finances?"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Always asking constantly for the stuff."

Cresil says to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Would you mind looking over Ulthor and seeing if the coroner exhibits signature symptoms of your gleam."

You have emoted: Xer looks at Kortoxian with a quizzical look on his handsome features.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says, "You don't kill someone from whom you want money. That seems like a bad way to get your money."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I doubt it!"

Ulrike says to Suladan with an affected aristocratic accent, "You could captain a legion of mine, or at very least put your body in the way of swords."

You have emoted: A look of comprehension dawns on Xer's face.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Kill? WHO kill?"

Atalkez nods his head at Florentino, showing his acceptance.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Ahhhhh, I see. THAT is why she was so good in bed."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

Baron Vukub brandishes his sword.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Please, there are much more... interesting ways to get someone to pay."

Suladan stares at you blinking, obviously confused.

Ulrike says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Finances? She's always trying to raise money for this sortie or that plot. Always seeking to rise above her station, that dreadful swamp-castle."

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Aegoth, "But do go ahead and answer the Na...Cresil's question."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Pah, symptoms of gleam!"

Aegoth nods his head emphatically.

Suladan stomps about angrily.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I can do that."

Cresil smirks.

Falthus says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Did you know that she was seeing the Baron?"

Warsson says to Suladan in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Perhaps I can offer the Baron a different drink? I hear wine gives a bit more intelligence than mere lager at a faster rate."

Suladan peers at Warsson unscrupulously.

Melodie smiles encouragingly.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "If I want wine. I say."

Sherazad says to Falthus in a clear, bell-like voice, "Her years of being raised far from me made me hesitate to involve myself to that degree. If I was able to raise her, she won't be associating with many of these people!"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Well, I do not see any symptoms off hand, no. They are insidiously slow in appearing, though."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Beldon says beer make smater."

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

You have emoted: Xer turns his back on Vukub and Barak as he turns towards Alynna.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "It's all Enverren's fault."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "MORE BEER!"

Sherazad sniffles softly.

Suladan burps obscenely.

Ruth straightens a long white trench coat properly.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "So it is most likely -not- the gleam in her system that the coroner is thirsting for blood over, hmn?"

You smile and say to Alynna in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "You look particularly fine this evening."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "No questions for the rest of the characters?"

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says, "One for Belladona, at least."

Cresil says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "I have one for you, yes."

Baron Vukub downs another tankard, and clumsily drops it afterwards.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Oh, DO tell."

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Ulrike, "What are the early symptoms of vampirism?"

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "This should be good."

You say to Alynna in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Perhaps you'll appreciate a good dance better than 'that' girl, hmmm?"

Cresil says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Why the sudden change in your hair earlier in the evening?"

You have emoted: Xer gives the corpse a cursory glance before returning his attentions towards Alynna.

Cresil nods his head at Florentino.

Ulrike wields her cocktail glass as if it's generating a field of force in front of her.

Ulrike frowns and says to Cresil with an affected aristocratic accent, "Is that REALLY relevant?"

Alynna blinks a few times in confusion.

Terrance, connecting what Falthus asked, sputters in outrage.

Baron Vukub stumbles back to his chair and starts sharpening his sword.

Alynna says to you in a cold, elegant voice, "Thank you."

Ulrike says to Cresil with an affected aristocratic accent, "A woman's coiffeur needs adjusting."

Terrance says to Falthus in a gruff and haughty voice, "How dare you insinuate she was seeing anyone but ME?!"

Cresil says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "I'd like to think so, yes. You seemed to have it pulled over one shoulder earlier, indicating you were kneeling over someone, possibly feeding."

Falthus tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."

Suladan peers at Terrance unscrupulously.

You have emoted: Xer casually strokes Alynna's cheek gently as he leans in to whisper softly into Alynna's ear.

Falthus says to Terrance in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Did you think before tonight that she was seeing someone else?"

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says, "I have one for Barak, as well."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "You short. You shaddup."

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says, "We still have one to use, right?"

You whisper to Alynna in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "If you're curious, feel free to come join me after this manner is all settled."

Nimala looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Alynna stiffens at the touch.

Suladan tilts his head and listens intently to Florentino.

Saeva gives Alynna a sidelong glance.

Ulrike says to Cresil with an affected aristocratic accent, "Sadly, I've found no one to feed upon tonight. I'm happy that strumpet is dead. I'm vexed about so very many things. But feed, no."

Terrance says to Falthus in a gruff and haughty voice, "She was MINE, and I watch MY property well. She wasn't with anyone else."

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Clenching his fists, Suladan glares at Terrance and begins to fume.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "You unsavoury types."

Atalkez tilts his head curiously.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says to Terrance, "What weapons do you have on your person or on your belt tonight?"

Ulrike says to Sherazad with an affected aristocratic accent, "Yes?"

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Why did I even.."

You whisper to Alynna in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "I can guarantee that any performance I give would be superior to..."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She MINE."

His mood noticeably darkening, Suladan glowers sullenly at his surroundings.

You have emoted: Xer shoots the Baron and Barak a glare.

You whisper to Alynna in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Those buffoons over there."

Terrance says to Florentino in a gruff and haughty voice, "The only weapon I need, my axe!"

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "How... crude."

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "Not Ax. Toothpick."

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Terrance.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Any more questions? For Demian, or Kortoxian, or Chiada?"

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Whisper says, "So a blunt tool, not a cutting one. Interesting. Not consistent with puncture wounds."

Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord asks you in Mhaldorian, "Where is the rest of your clothes?"

You have emoted: Xer mutters quietly underneath his breath. 'As if Venasia could ever be pleased by the likes of -them-.'

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I have one for Demian."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Proceed."

You have emoted: Xer smiles sweetly at Hasar.

Alynna lifts her chin, gazing evenly at no-one in particularly, and says nothing.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "When was the last time you and Venasia...were together?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Then that will be the last for this one."

You say to Hasar in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Why, these are my clothes, Lord Marshal. If you're the type to rip them off my body, I'd love to dress up for you."

You wink conspiratorially at Hasar.

Saeva attempts to stifle her amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

Suladan growls menacingly.

Hasar raises his hands dramatically, and conjures a firewall to the north.

Hasar raises his arms and a gust of wind slams into you, pushing you to the
north.
Elaborate capitals (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. A black candle sits here on a small brass
stand, its blood-red wick unlit. Floating eerily in the air, a string of
Mayaween lanterns spreads a misty light. A scorching wall of fire stands here,
blocking passage to the south.  Kethuru is here.
You see exits leading south and up.
You are scorched by the firewall as you pass through.

You say to Falthus in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "And the last time I was with Venasia was just before she departed for her castle. We spent a pleasure-filled night as usual, but never again once she left."

Falthus nods his head emphatically.

Falthus nods his head emphatically.

Sherazad gives a pained sigh.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "So."

You mutter discontentedly.

Baron Vukub wands around the room picking up bottles and shaking them, clearing looking for more beer.

Suladan shakes his head.

You say in Mhaldorian in a bitter voice, "She should have come back..."

Baron Vukub stumbles.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "I may have omitted some of my observations earlier."

Ulrike frowns disdainfully at Vukub.

Suladan opens his eyes wide with shock.

Sherazad says to Ruth in a clear, bell-like voice, "Tell us!"

Cresil tilts his head and listens intently to Ruth.

Falthus tilts his head and listens intently to Ruth.

Suladan peers at you unscrupulously.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Yes. Do share."

Suladan says to you in a deep, growling voice, "Who?"

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Worst coroner ever."

Suladan stares at you blinking, obviously confused.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "I wasn't sure, you see, but with a better look at the corpse while all of you were biiickering, I have ascertained some things."

You have emoted: Xer pointedly ignores Vukub's looks of puzzlement.

Sherazad tilts her head curiously at Ruth.

Aegoth mutters discontentedly.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Venasia is a gleam user, very much so."

Falthus peers at Aegoth unscrupulously.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I told you I should have examined it. I'm the damned doctor."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Oh, dear gods."

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "We knew that."

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "It seems she may have been taking quite a bit recently, considering the amount tasted in her blood."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She drug?"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "But more pertinently.."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "That's not how she died, however."

Sherazad says regretfully in a clear, bell-like voice, "Oh, my darling. If I raised you, you would not see slavery as something useful. You would not be used by this men in degrading ways. You would not have fallen so low."

Falthus blinks.

Sherazad blinks.

Sherazad says to Ruth in a clear, bell-like voice, "How so?!"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "It was clear that she died from being pushed off a height."

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "A height about..."

Ruth glances upwards.

Suladan peers at Ruth unscrupulously.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "As tall as the belltower."

Sherazad gives a horrified gasp.

Jurixe widens her eyes briefly.

Saeva grins and nods at Cresil.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Who could it be?"

Suladan asks in a deep, growling voice, "What mean?"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Blunt trauma upon the chest, caved in skull.."

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Broken bones."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Is that separate from falling?"

Baron Vukub brandishes his sword menacingly again.

Alynna begins to wield a long quill of hollowed bone in her left hand.

Alynna begins to wield a daemon-skin scroll in her right hand.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "So .. who did?"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Some may be. I cannot quite discern."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "But it looks so."

A slight scratching is heard as Alynna presses the tip of a long quill of hollowed bone onto parchment, leaving thin strokes of ink in its wake.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Such a sad end."

Suladan pokes at Ruth urgently.

Ulrike stares mournfully at the world around her, a single tear running down her cheek.

Nimala purses her lips, deep in thought.

Shifting slowly, a coral-back tarantula crawls across the floor in jagged, eerie movements.

Suladan gives a pained sigh.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "I should make my inmates jump from the roof of the asylum and experiment if we get the same results."

Ruth cackles hellishly.

Baron Vukub grumbles about needing more beer.

Saeva Aristata asks, "To sherazax Chiada, have you ever been with Demian yourself?"

Saeva clears her throat.

Melodie hurries to Baron Vukub, shoving a large tankard of beer unceremoniously into his hands.

Terrance says to Ulrike in a gruff and haughty voice, "Hrmph. Her end was about as sad as your conquest of Ashtan."

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Coldly I'll thank you not to engage in slander."

Sherazad says to Saeva in a clear, bell-like voice, "I don't associate in carnal relations with just anyone, specially suspicious people."

Cresil takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Everybody drink MORE BEER!"

Florentino melts into the shadows.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "We need to be more smarter!"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Well, Venasia DID have a salamander army stuffed full of gleam. Yes yes... a strong army... but a weak leader."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Audience, pay attention."

Warsson gives a flagon filled with dark lager to Suladan.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "This is your last question session."

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "For the Baron.""

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Then it will be time to hang the murderer."

Ulrike says menacingly with an affected aristocratic accent, "She needed to die."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I KILL first. Then you hang."

Sherazad gives a horrified gasp.

Suladan stares at Ulrike, blinking several times in confusion.

Terrance says to Suladan in a gruff and haughty voice, "Just how small is your brain?"

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "As small as your whole body!"

Suladan utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Terrance.

Sherazad frowns as she pales at Belladonna's statement.

You say to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a cautious voice, "And why did she have to die?"

Suladan says to Ulrike in a deep, growling voice, "Who die? You talk 'bout Venasia?"

Sherazad starts sobbing hysterically.

Suladan peers at Ulrike unscrupulously.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Such a beautiful girl. Usurpers are so... tedious."

Falthus tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."

Ulrike flips her hair, almost pulling her wig off.

Sherazad gives a horrified gasp.

You have emoted: Xer looks longingly at the corpse.

Melodie weaves among the crowd, flashing pearly whites as she shows off her various wares to tempt the guests.

You whisper in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Definitely beautiful..."

Suladan nods his head emphatically.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "She very pretty."

Falthus says to you in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Necrophilia is the new black, you know."

You whisper in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "If only I was good enough to keep her with me.."

Falthus tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."

Steam curls into the air as Cresil picks open a banana leaf parcel, scraping off bits of white flesh from the fish within and consuming them piece by piece.

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Should have taught her not to overstep her bounds, incubus."

You smile and whisper to Falthus in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "There is no sexual act that I am not proficient in... You are free to find out first-hand whenever."

Falthus raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly.

Cresil says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "What bounds did she overstep?"

Suladan looks about in confusion.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I need more beer."

Ruth gestures towards her mouth as she glances at Melodie.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Head hurt."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Who cares about all this. She's dead... did she leave any riches behind?"

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "There HAS to be a will somewhere."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "People don't just die withut leaving a will behind."

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "She wanted my magnificent fens.. my domain, the ground of endless unliving!"

Melodie finds a rather larger tankard of beer than normal, carefully shoving it in Suladan's direction.

Atalkez tilts his head curiously.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Especially if they owe me large sums of money."

Suladan nods his head at Melodie.

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Aegoth mutters discontentedly.

Baron Vukub downs another tankard.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Audience, prepare your questions."

Saeva Aristata says to Ulrike, "Then you eliminated her to ensure what was yours remained only yours. You selfish vampire."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "So much talking."

Atalkez says to you in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Did you know of her goals? As her lover surely she would have offered this insight to you."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Who did?"

Sherazad cradles the body on her lap as she weeps.

Warsson says to Ruth in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, ""Would the Tyrannus be pleased in a plate for her consumption?""

Cresil says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "You cry a lot."

Ruth wrinkles her nose and sniffs.

Warsson nears the Tyrannus and bows slowly.

Alynna clutches her head momentarily, then looks about sharply.

Alynna leaves to the archives to compose some text.

Sherazad says angrily in a clear, bell-like voice, "I told her to not associate with you unsavoury individuals. She argued with me, oh, my baby. Now she's dead and I cannot make up with my flesh and blood. You people, took her away from me with your gleam and your slavery! Who is it, who is it now? Pushed off a bell tower."

Suladan burps obscenely.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "No furry Tyrannus here. I am Ulthor, and I would certainly like a plate."

Sherazad whispers sadly in a clear, bell-like voice, "Maybe it's better.. Maybe it's better she did not become a monster I fear she would be. My poor baby, my only girl.."

Ulrike says to Saeva with an affected aristocratic accent, "Pfizer. I thought Mhaldorians liked conquerors."

Cresil says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Make up with her? Did you have a falling out."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Would you lot make her into a bigger monstrosity than how her father was?"

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "What would Ulthor like to eat?""

Sherazad says to Cresil in a clear, bell-like voice, "We have our differences. I should've saved her much earlier."

Ruth says to Warsson in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Hmm. What about some exquisite tart morsels?"

Baron Vukub downs another tankard.

Sherazad sniffles softly.

You say to Atalkez in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "No... Though I spent near every night with her, all I knew were of her plans to retake Enverren Marsh when she left. I knew nothing about her plans afterward."

Cresil says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "And you think her death has saved her?"

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Of course.""

You say in Mhaldorian in a bitter voice, "If only she stayed!"

Sherazad frowns and says to Cresil in a clear, bell-like voice, "Perhaps."

Ulrike says with an affected aristocratic accent, "Mortals should keep to their stations!"

Cresil looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

As an abominable kitten lets out a soul-piercing shriek, a deep wound forms on her back, blood streaming from it.

Sherazad says to Cresil in a clear, bell-like voice, "It's better she did not become like these people."

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I bet you knew about her gleam addiction... and her debt to me."

Aegoth prods you in the chest.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I bet YOU have her money."

Aegoth mutters discontentedly.

Sherazad lovingly caresses Venasia's cheeks as if she were living.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "So Beldon did?"

Suladan burps obscenely.

Suladan peers about himself unscrupulously.

Melodie gives some tarts to Warsson.

Falthus says to Suladan in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I'm not convinced of that, Baron."

Melodie urges Warsson onwards.

Sherazad says to Aegoth in a clear, bell-like voice, "Oh gods, I knew. I knew and told her to stop it. I knew it would lead to her downfall!"

Baron Vukub stumbles over to Belladonna.

Warsson gives a daemon-adorned apple tart to Ruth.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Thing. You did?!"

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Pardon the delay in the tart.""

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Two minutes."

Sherazad whispers regretfully in a clear, bell-like voice, "Oh, my darling. If I raised you, you would not see slavery as something useful. You would not be used by this men in degrading ways. You would not have fallen so low."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Then the audience will have the last question round."

You say to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a bitter voice, "No... anything I knew of her was gone when she left Mhaldor..."

Cresil says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Where were you earlier this night? Before the event."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I do not frequent other places aside from the caverns."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "You're lucky, boy, that I'm not in my office. Oh so sloooow to react."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "You will need to decide soon."

You whisper to Aegoth in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "I can show you why exactly I am better than any drug though, Doctor."

Suladan peers at Ulrike unscrupulously.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "So pay attention to everything that has been said so far."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Far better than that heartbreaker."

Ruth lifts a daemon-adorned apple tart to her mouth. It takes a few mere moments before apple, cream and pastry are entirely gone, leaving only crumbs in her hand.

Warsson says to Ruth in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "The slowness will not be shown again. Just quick service for our guests."

Sherazad hums a happy tune.

Aegoth ponders you with a contemplative expression.

Sherazad coughs softly.

Aegoth says to you in a sly, shady timbre voice, "I'm keen on a contest of that sort."

Aegoth snickers softly to himself.

Baron Vukub wanders around, looking for the Ogre's room.

Aegoth says to Sherazad in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Of course you knew."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "It's not like she hid it."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Now where' my money?"

Sherazad cringes pathetically.

Belladonna shakes her head vehemently.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Questions, audience."

Ruth leaves to the archives to compose some text.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Two only each, as usual. Make it count."

Cresil clears his throat.

Saeva Aristata asks Sherazad, "Who raised your daughter?"

Baron Vukub stumbles back into the room, looking much relieved.

Ruth leaves to the archives to compose some text.

Nimala I'llur says in Mhaldorian, "Barak is rather unaffected by her death for one so possessive of her. Perhaps they had a fight?"

Cresil says to you in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "When you would meet her, where would you do so?"

Sherazad says to Saeva in a clear, bell-like voice, "The Lord and Lady of Enverren. Not really raised, more like jailed."

You have emoted: Xer slowly licks his lips.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "We do questions again?"

Comprehension flashes across Saeva's face.

Jurixe nods her head at Suladan.

Sherazad says to Saeva in a clear, bell-like voice, "They are the root of all her problems."

Sherazad gives a pained sigh.

Baron Vukub downs another tankard.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Yes, Baron."

Terrance says to Nimala in a gruff and haughty voice, "Hrmph. There was no fight. She wasn't seeing anyone else. Simple as that."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Soooo much talk."

You smile and say to Cresil in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Our times together were in the Bathory Chalet, in the privacy of my personal room. The walls were thick enough to hide even the loudest of screams."

Suladan growls menacingly at Terrance.

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "Why you still here?"

Falthus says to Sherazad in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Would you rather see your daughter die than have her live her life the way she wanted?"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Tiiick tock, tiiiick tock! Who be the murderer?"

Ruth's mouth spreads wide in a fiendish grin.

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "Too late for little one."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Two more questions overall."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Then it will be time to decide."

Terrance says to Suladan in a gruff and haughty voice, "Oh, stuff it, you over-grown toe-pickings."

Alynna bends slightly to calmly smooth the skirts of her robes, gracefully righting herself once satisfied.

Baron Vukub grumbles again useless small people.

A slight scratching is heard as Alynna presses the tip of a long quill of hollowed bone onto parchment, leaving thin strokes of ink in its wake.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Take note, audience, only the murderer knows who he or she is."

Sherazad says to Falthus in a clear, bell-like voice, "Would you want your blood to represent what you have fought for? She trained where slavery is accepted, she mingled with these disgusting people.. Won't it be mercy to have her life cut short before she becomes a monster?"

Suladan backhands Terrance across the face.

A coral-back tarantula slowly turns, fixing his cluster of eyes upon an unknown entity.

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "I warn you!"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "The rest do not know."

Atalkez looks about himself suspiciously.

Cresil says to Ulrike in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Did she ever visit you, or vice versa, to discuss taking the fens?"

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "Quiet!"

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "My head hurt."

Suladan grumbles angrily.

Terrance yells obscenities at Suladan while brandishing a dwarven battleaxe.

Ulrike snarls angrily.

Warsson goes about to offer drink and food once more.

Cresil raises an eyebrow questioningly.

"Taking MY fens?" Ulrike growls. "As if that young upstart could ever have the power to!"

Cresil squints suspiciously at his surroundings.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Strange."

"She tried to come here with her salamandrin army," Ulrike snarls, brandishing her talons, "and think she could 'expand'.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "So many ifs, wasted opportunities. My baby rests, unmarred by your corruption."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Need more beer."

Sherazad vehemently eyes the people around her.

Aegoth snickers at Belladonna.

Saeva Aristata says to Sherazad, "Would you rather see her dead than corrupt?"

"I will not have a repeat of Ashtan!" Ulrike declares vehemently.

You smile and say to Suladan in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "With all that beer, I'm surprised you can even get it to stand up."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Well, that's because she fed her salamandrin MY gleam."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Of course she'd expand."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "All right."

Falthus smirks at you.

Cresil nods quietly at the Belladona lookalike.

Jurixe claps her hands three times, the sound echoing around the room.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "What happen Asstan?"

Suladan scratches his head, looking for an idea.

Falthus utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You smile and say to Suladan in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Perhaps you'll show me how... inadequate you are and I can show you how it's really done."

Jurixe says to Suladan in a low, silken voice, "Never mind that, you."

Atalkez attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

Suladan growls menacingly at you.

Melodie searches behind a nearby pillar, managing to find another tankard and passing it graciously to Suladan.

Sherazad says to Saeva in a clear, bell-like voice, "I would rather see her overcome her failings, if not then not become as despicable as you all are."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Distinguished guests!"

Suladan says to you in a deep, growling voice, "You too small."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Who do you think is the killer, among you?"

Sherazad mutters in a clear, bell-like voice, "D.....able."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Who murdered poor Venasia Enverren?"

Sherazad gives a pained sigh.

Suladan says to you in a deep, growling voice, "Size matter."

You have emoted: Xer peers at his fingernails.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Let the characters answer first, audience."

Suladan breathes on his fingers with a gentle "ha," buffs them against his chest, and admires them with a smile.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Before you do."

You say to Suladan in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "An incubus knows how to... accomodate for all people."

Baron Vukub growls at Belladonna.

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Do we as the audience answer individually as well?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Yes."

Ruth tugs at a long white trench coat, removing it and folding it away neatly. Her ears twitch beneath her wig as she moves northwards.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Too much talk!"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "After them."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Kill the THING."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Ok."

Baron Vukub points at Belladonna!

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Noisy bunch. I think some sleep syrum... nah, too droll."

Belladona snarls. "It was -obviously- the nixie, you fool."

Suladan stomps about angrily.

The sweet whimsical scent of lilacs perfumes the air around Ruth.

Cresil takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

You have emoted: Xer glances towards Vukub and Barak, before settling his gaze on Barak.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I would not be surprised if Belladonna reveals herself as a murderer. Lover of slavery and all things despicable. Ugh."

Suladan says to Sherazad in a deep, growling voice, "She not she. She thing!"

Terrance says in a gruff and haughty voice, "It must've been Vukub! Vicious and stupid is a dangerous combination."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Barak seems to be the most likely culprit in my eyes. The blundering fool seems incapable of anything but drinking."

Suladan backhands Terrance across the face.

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "When we done. I KILL you!"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Audience, you may call your votes now, and why."

Sherazad says to Suladan in a clear, bell-like voice, "Indeed! Heartless and ambitious bitch, that she is."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "It was obviously Demian. HE was jealous of her other lovers."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Chiada because she would rather see her daughter die than live the life she was living."

Sherazad gives Falthus a pained sigh.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "You all do not know a mother's pain."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Any other guesses from the audience?"

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Obviously, the mastermind would have to be the woman behind the Mayaween Sacrifice."

Sherazad curls, crying beside her daughter's corpse.

Suladan stares at Ruth, blinking several times in confusion.

Ruth points a lazy finger towards Jurixe.

Falthus utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "I believe her mother killed her, viewing her path to be one she disagreed with."

Jurixe flicks her grey eyes in a subtle roll.

The corners of Ruth's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "I will venture my guess to Demian."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Please. I would have stabbed her in the back."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Do include a reason."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "If you have one."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Ah, there be why there are puncture wounds on the body. No one could've seen you."

Baron Vukub downs another tankard.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "And you needed to kill someone to carry off this event."

Jurixe chuckles softly, the sound low and melodic.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "While that might be true."

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Tis' Mayaween, Minister. Everything's possible."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "It was not I who actually did the deed."

A wry smile flits across Ruth's lips.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a low, fanatical voice, "Alas."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Who else?"

Allyriane says in a soft-spoken voice, "Belladonna is the only one that seemed to actually have a reason to dislike her..."

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Probably just annoyed that she sought her vices elsewhere. He did say it had been a long time. My bet is that she denied him and he wouldn't have it."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Two minutes for more suggestions."

Nimala I'llur says in Mhaldorian, "I suspect Barak, his willful blindness is disconcerting."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Barak too small."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "He stupid."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Need more beer."

Baron Vukub gives a tankard to Barak.

Saeva quirks her lips to the side.

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "Drink. Make bigger."

Suladan takes a drink from a stygian vial.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Slaves, you can guess as well."

Terrance says in a gruff and haughty voice, "My left thumb is bigger than your brain."

Suladan says to Terrance in a deep, growling voice, "I still make you dead later."

Melodie purses her lips, deep in thought.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "But quickly."

Suladan pets Terrance ingratiatingly.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "We are running out of time."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Yes. No time!"

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "I want to KILL!"

Melodie says in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "I believe it was her mother, as well. She seems... unstable."

Baron Vukub swings his sword restlessly while pacing.

Saeva Aristata says, "I believe it was her mother too. Such disappointment."

Melodie nods her head in agreement.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Very well. The crowd has spoken."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Murderer, reveal yourself."

Cresil wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Cresil waits pensively.

Ruth's lips part in a feral grin, her ears twitching as she gazes at her surroundings, awaiting.

Sherazad sniffles softly.

Allyriane waits in suspense.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Do NOW!"

Sherazad says hysterically in a clear, bell-like voice, "Don't you dare look down on me. Don't you dare! I have weathered Venasia's father's stupidity and cruelty. I have watched my daughter grow up against the virtues that I hold dear. I have seen her consort with you lot."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Who could bear one's blood fall into all the errors one has tried to avoid all her life? Who could? Don't you dare look down on me. I am the Goddess of the Glubbians, their saviour and bringer of water."

"Ahah!" Falthus exclaims triumphantly.

Sherazad breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

Allyriane gives a horrified gasp.

Sherazad exclaims proudly in a clear, bell-like voice, "I did what I could as her mother. It's my responsibility. Don't you all look down on me. Oh gods, Enverren. Curse the day I met you!"

Saeva shakes her head sadly.

Suladan swings his two-handed bastard sword at Sherazad's head.

Melodie shakes her head sadly from side to side.

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "KILL!"

Sherazad crumples beside her daughter's corpse, composure all lost as she desperately hugs her lost loved one.

Saeva Aristata says to Sherazad, "You should have tossed her to the bandits in Meropis. They did well by my son."

Suladan swings his two-handed bastard sword at Sherazad's head.

Suladan hiccups suddenly.

Warsson scratches his head, looking at the wounds once more, before looking at the culprit.

Cresil nods his head at Saeva.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "The pain. Ahh."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Too much beer."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Daughter."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Can't hit."

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Let me see you unsullied."

Sherazad breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "My gift to you."

A look of resignation crosses the face of Sherazad, and her eyes close in concentration.

Baron Vutuk stumbles with his sword.

As Atalkez bites into a marshmallow, a small smile crosses his lips. Making sure to get every last bit of the treat, he quickly licks the rest off of the stick.

Suladan swings his two-handed bastard sword at Sherazad's head.

A single tear drops from Sherazad's eye as she stops her own heart, slaying herself instantly.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Before you... oh dammit."

Falthus picks up a potash crystal.

Falthus picks up a potash crystal.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "My fucking moey."

Jurixe claps her hands together merrily.

Falthus picks up a magnesium chip.

Saeva gives up a round of applause.

The soul of Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "My potash!"

Falthus picks up a plumbum flake.

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Money..."

Ruth says drily in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Too slow."

The soul of Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "Wait no."

Suladan nods his head emphatically.

Aegoth gives a pained sigh.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "And that, Mhaldorians, is the end of the Mhaldorian Sacrifice."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Good."

The soul of Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "God damnit."

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Dead."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "A round of applause."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Can't waste good minerals."

Aegoth says in a sly, shady timbre voice, "Now who will pay for the gleam!?"

Falthus claps his hands together merrily.

Atalkez gives the world a smart salute.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "For our excellent performers."

Jurixe claps her hands together merrily.

Ruth gives a packet of gleam to Aegoth.

Ruth gives up a round of applause.

Nimala's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Cresil cheers wildly!

Suladan says in a deep, growling voice, "Me find new she Baron now."

Falthus picks up the corpse of Sherazad.

Saeva Aristata says, "An excellent showing, one and all."

Nimala leaves, following Falthus to the south.

Aegoth cackles hellishly.

Melodie gives up a round of applause.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "I think you will all agree that they were
all excellent."

Chiam claps his hands together merrily.

Terrance brandishes a dwarven battleaxe menacingly.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Indeed."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Well done to you all."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, husky voice, "Offer stands to the ladies. But I've changed my mind regarding the men."

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Quite the show."

You have emoted: Xer turns his head slightly to the side as he coughs softly.

Baron Vutuk stomps off to the south.

Ruth smirks.

"Ha!" Atalkez exclaims with gusto.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Congratulations to those of you who got the guesses right."

Melodie snorts quietly.

Warsson claps slowly, smiling at the scene.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Who guessed Chiada?"

Atalkez raises his hand in the air.

Melodie raises her hand in the air.

Nimala arrives, following Falthus from the south.

Melodie nudges Saeva suggestively.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "All the winners sacrifice themselves now, yes?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Who else guessed Chiada?"

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "I did."

Saeva Aristata says, "To jruixe I did."

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Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "I didn't."

Saeva clears her throat.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Atalkez, Melodie, Falthus and Saeva."

Sherazad sniffles softly.

Saeva Aristata says to Jurixe, "I did."

Saeva nods her head emphatically.

Jurixe chuckles softly at Sherazad.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Congratulations on your excellent solving skills."

Falthus picks up an arsenic pellet.

Falthus gives an arsenic pellet to Sherazad.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Indeed."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "You will receive a token in the mail."

Sherazad thanks Falthus profusely.

Cresil takes a long drink of wine from a crystal decanter.

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "As commendations."

Sherazad sips lightly from a cool glass of brown tea.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Additionally, you will receive credits for showing yourself to be astute."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Thank you."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "For now, enjoy the rest of the event, and your food and drink."

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Thank you all."

Saeva lowers her head respectfully before Jurixe.

Sherazad says in a clear, bell-like voice, "That took a lot of energy."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "Remember the sacrifice that was made here today for your enjoyment."

Amusement gleams in Jurixe's grey eyes.

Atalkez nods at Jurixe.

Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "In light of that."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "A happy Mayaween to all."

Seizing Baleful Edge from its scabbard, Atalkez grips the blade with a look of grim resolve and drives it into his heart, killing himself.

Jurixe blinks in surprise, then chuckles softly.

Seeing his situation to be hopeless, Atalkez embraces the cold clutches of death.

Ruth says in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Happy Mayaween!"

Sherazad says in a husky, drawling voice, "A Happy Mayaween for all. Oh, of course. It won't be complete without deaths."

Cresil begins to wield a blackened chain-link lash in his right hand.

Cresil begins to wield a sinister bracer shield in his left hand.
With a flick of the wrist, Cresil slides the panels of a sinister bracer shield silently into place.

Cresil begins wrapping the neck of the corpse of Atalkez with a blackened chain-link lash, preparing to sever it with a jerk.

Cresil says in Mhaldorian in a sibilant voice, "Silly slaves."

Cresil finishes decapitating the corpse of Atalkez, leaving only a pool of blood where the head had been.

Melodie says in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "Indeed, a happy Mayaween to all."

Saeva Aristata says to Sherazad, "Well played, Exsusiai."

Saeva's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Melodie asks in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "Would any others like refreshments?"

Warsson says in Mhaldorian in a stern, grave voice, "Now, for our guests, let us celebrate Mayaween with food and drink!""

Saeva Aristata says to you, "You're alarmingly convincing, Exsusiai."

Falthus says in Mhaldorian in a deep voice, "Trick or treat."

Saeva curls her nose up and grimaces awfully.

Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "That took a lot of energy drinks. For all those who are curious."

Melodie nods her head at Warsson.

Sherazad drinks deeply from a cool glass of tea.

Falthus takes a hearty sip from a brown glass bottle, and his eyes sparkle with admiration.

You have received 10 credits from Mhaldor.

Sherazad says in Mhaldorian in a husky, drawling voice, "And body paint, and hair dye."