Gala Presentation - Naga

Kaevan clears his throat.

Kaevan raises a jet staff crowned with a black opal and lowers it with a resounding crash, signaling for silence.

A quartet of cowled musicians snaps to attention and performs a short, morose fanfare, the strident minor chords rich with foreboding.

Hataru looks towards Kresslack and gives him a sharp glare.

Rueya says in Mhaldorian in a raspy, low voice, "Could I offer our fine guests some delicious food?"

Jurixe arrives, following Tirac.
Tirac arrives from the north.

Sherazad tilts her head and listens intently to Kaevan.

Ruth says in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Mmm."

Steam curls into the air as Ruth picks open a banana leaf parcel, scraping off bits of white flesh from the fish within and consuming them piece by piece.

Kaevan coughs softly.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Rueya, "Speak Achaean."

Rueya gasps slightly, a small blush crossing his cheeks.

Katzchen takes a deep sip from a frosted glass goblet, her eyes widening with delight.

Rueya says in a raspy, low voice, "I apologize."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "The Naga will now present 'A Dagger in the Dark' for your pleasure."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "There is nothing that mortals fear more than the unknown, with some exceptions."

Jurixe watches intently, grey eyes gleaming.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "After all, you may put up defences against a raiding party that is filled with archers, an occultist who has freshly returned from the Chaos plane, or even a gaggle of Targossians brimming with self-righteous fire."

Ruth leans herself slightly against Aepas, treating him like a pillar as she listens intently, her tail trailing upon the ground.

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation asks in Mhaldorian, "Targwho?"

Kaevan chuckles long and heartily.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "But there is considerable trepidation in facing what one cannot see, cannot anticipate, or otherwise cannot prepare for. We all face these challenges every single day of our martial careers, fighting amongst ourselves, our enemies, or occasionally our erstwhile 'allies'."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "You may recall that at the beginning of my long-winded speech near the beginning of this gala, I said that there would be no violence except where rehearsed or planned for."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "... at least, not against anyone who counts..."

Kaevan lets out a cough sounding suspiciously like 'Ellodin'.

You have tmoted: Xer smirks.

Kresslack smirks.

Hayte smirks.

Vrah's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The corners of Milenka's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Jurixe bites her lower lip, barely suppressing a slight smirk.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "So, despite the name of our presentation, you may rest assured that none of you are about to be stabbed in the back."

Kaevan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

A nearly invisible magical shield forms around Sohl.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Sohl, "Still a prudent precaution."

Sohl nods his head in agreement.

Amunet smirks.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Sohl, "But should you choose to partake, useless."

Sherazad grins mischievously at Sohl.

A diminutive homunculus resembling Domatus says, "Oh er...I'll just put this dagger away then, shall I?"

Jurixe doesn't turn at the gleam of the shield, but the corners of her lips quirk further upwards.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "This will require some volunteers from the audience. Yes, there is a small consolation prize for those of you brave enough to step forth."

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says, "I will volunteer."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "... I mean, step forth and win."

Kresslack says in a deep, strong voice, "As will I."

Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade says, "I can as well, if you require another."

Lianca shakes her curls from her face and steps forwards.

Kaevan nods his head emphatically.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "In fact, in the spirit of Mhaldor's usual methods, I volunteer all of you."

Kaevan smiles cheerily.

The faintest flicker of a smile crosses Katzchen's lips.

You have emoted: Xer chuckles quietly.

Boots echoing on the hard tile floor, Kresslack steps forward.

Milenka nods knowingly.

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

Benedominatus Hayte says, "Nothing like being voluntold."

Ivory fangs gleam as Jurixe chuckles softly, the sound low and melodic.

Sherazad nods her head at Kaevan, showing her acceptance.

Kaevan nods his head at Hayte.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Good, good."

Kaevan rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Kaevan Lichlord asks, "Some of you are well familiar with the only form of mobile vegetation that roams the island, yes?"

Benedominatus Hayte asks, "Novices?"

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says, "Ellodin?"

Milenka attempts to stifle her amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

You have emoted: Xer's brown eyes glimmer in amusement.

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation asks in Mhaldorian, "I thought it was Penwize?"

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Novices feed this vegetation, but close."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "If those are vegetation, one wonders what meat is."

Ruth says in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Those delicious lycopods."

You say in a silvery voice, "Lycopods, Exsusiai."

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation says in Mhaldorian, "Well, I reckon then the correct answer is the lycopods."

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "My children, the lycopods."

Lianca raises an eyebrow at Domatus.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Domatus, "Thank you. Yes, the lycopods."

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "Ah, the island's greatest threat."

Katzchen smirks at Sohl.

Aepas chuckles long and heartily.

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Coy."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Those of you who are familiar with the Naga know that we have a certain love for poison, delivered mainly through our fangs and on our arrows. But there is another way."

Cahin snickers softly to himself.

Sherazad says in a husky, drawling voice, "Ooh."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Please put away all vials of antigen or immunity."

Sherazad gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

The corners of Kaevan's lips turn upwards in an enigmatic half smile.

Katzchen gives Kaevan the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Oh. And serpents, stop resisting venoms."

(Clan): Vadimuses says, "You should make naga Musical Chairs."

(Clan): Vadimuses says, "Drop 1 immunity on ground with people-1 sips left."

- People putting vials away spam -

Kaevan Lichlord says, "I have here a bag full of lycopod salads."

Kaevan proudly shows off a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing:
The thick, meaty leaves of a lycopod have been stripped of their razor edges and piled high in a large bowl. Pieces of lycopod stalks are mixed in with the leaves, having been simmered first to soften their otherwise hard texture. Sprinkled over the salad, chunks of a cheese marbled with blue veins can be seen, and a mixture of oil of vinegar has been drizzled atop the leafy meal. The faint, but distinct smell of voyria is present, almost concealed by the vinegar dressing.

Kaevan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.


Kaevan Lichlord says, "They are all alike, so do not think that you will be able to tell the poisoned ones from the safe ones."

Rueya says in a raspy, low voice, "I have Caribou, Salmon, and Piranha if anyone is interested."

Kaevan coughs softly at Rueya.

Rueya leaves to the northeast.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "And no, you may NOT lick every single salad just to be sure."

Lianca creases her brow in a frown.

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says, "Who would?"

Kaevan Lichlord says to Lianca, "A question better left unanswered."

Katzchen wrinkles her nose and sniffs.

Sohl says dubiouisly with an urbane accent, "I'm not sure that's the safest method of testing*."

Ruth says in a quiet, contemplative voice, "I would offer Norbert for testing.."

Jurixe says to Ruth in a low, silken voice, "I rather like that idea."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "The game is simple. Out of all of these salads, there are four poisoned ones. The four of you who die, 'win'."

Jurixe glances around for a moment.

Lady Katzchen Xanatov, Knight of Mhaldor says, "Norbert would probably manage to screw even dying to voyria up."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "In case you were wondering, yes, there is an actual prize."

Kaevan opens a dragonskin pack.

Kaevan takes a sleek velvet pouch from a dragonskin pack.

Kaevan proudly shows off a sleek velvet pouch:
This coal-black velvet pouch is a thin bandoleer style and worn slung around the torso from one shoulder, with a clever series of buttons to seal it.

Sohl bows his head in concentration, then suddenly he is surrounded by brilliant multicoloured lights that wrap around him and soak into his body.

Kaevan puts a sleek velvet pouch into a dragonskin pack.

Kaevan closes a dragonskin pack.

High Lord Vadimuses Xanatov says, "Alright, I'd like a salad."

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says to Sohl, "You cheat, my dear."

High Lord Vadimuses Xanatov says, "I've got a soulcage, I'm feeling confident."

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "It's how I win."

Amunet bows her head in concentration, then suddenly she is surrounded by brilliant multicoloured lights that wrap around her and soak into her body.

Amunet nods her head at Sohl.

Kresslack rests a gloved hand lightly on his pommel, tugging thoughtfully at his beard with the other.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "I shall leave it all up to you. You may take salads at your leisure. And we have an alchemist to survive those of you who are unable to transmorgify, soulcage, or what have you."

Lianca bows her head in concentration, then suddenly she is surrounded by brilliant multicoloured lights that wrap around her and soak into her body.

Cleric Milenka says, "No burst and no soulcage, I'll take one salad too please."

Domatus's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Kaevan takes a flame-shaped sigil from a sailor's kitbag.

Kaevan attaches a flame-shaped sigil to a canvas backpack.

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "I'll take one."

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

Ruth says in a quiet, contemplative voice, "I love salads."

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation says, "I promise to ensure that all limbs are placed in the right spot."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "No, no. It will be up to you to pick your salads. I would like to be accused of throwing the game."

Sohl nods his head emphatically.

Kaevan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

High Lord Vadimuses Xanatov says to Milenka, "I will demonstrate solidarity with you and relax soulcage and starburst."

Lady Katzchen Xanatov, Knight of Mhaldor says, "Risking death by salad? Why not."

Kaevan's eyes gleam with generosity.

Milenka smirks at Vadimuses.

Kaevan drops a canvas backpack.

Kaevan rubs his hands together greedily.

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statue223583        an obsidian and ivory statue
table316046         a low glass table
sigil335136         a key-shaped sigil
wraith21893         an infernal wraith
wraith26704         an infernal wraith
wraith61033         an infernal wraith
wraith434891        an infernal wraith
wraith158324        an infernal wraith
scroll67937         an ivory scroll illuminated with the Truths
homunculus454206    a diminutive homunculus resembling Domatus
cat450812           a Thalassan kitten
cat84206            a Thalassan kitten
backpack65415       a canvas backpack
Number of objects: 15

You have emoted: Xer's left temple pulsates as he rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You take a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing from a canvas backpack.

Kresslack takes a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing from a canvas backpack.

Lianca takes a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing from a canvas backpack.

Kaevan Lichlord exclaims, "They are within the backpack, where you cannot examine them before you pick them out. Good luck!"

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in her mouth with a fork, Lianca bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of her mouth as she finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Kresslack says in a deep, strong voice, "Right then."

Kresslack sniffs a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing, trying to decipher just what that smell is.

You say in a silvery voice, "Here goes."

Placing the fresh lycopod leaves in your mouth, a loud crunch proceeds a spray of water. The mixture of thick leaves and soft stems, along with the salty taste of blue-veined cheese blends perfectly with the oil and vinegar dressing.

Cleric Milenka says, "For the Lord."

Faint amusement gleams in Jurixe's grey eyes.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Please do not choke."

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in her mouth with a fork, Ruth bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of her mouth as she finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.
Ruth gags as she finishes the salad, muttering the single word, "Poison."

Benedominatus Hayte says, "This is the scariest thing I've done since raiding Ashtan."

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Tirac bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.
Tirac gags as he finishes the salad, muttering the single word, "Poison."

Lianca smirks.

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "I knew I liked you Mhaldorians for a reason."

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says, "Two down."

Blood begins to slowly drip from Ruth's nose.

Blood begins to slowly drip from Tirac's nose.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Sohl bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.
Sohl gags as he finishes the salad, muttering the single word, "Poison."

Ruth coughs suddenly, expelling black fluid with bits of what looks to be tissue suspended in it.

Tirac coughs suddenly, expelling black fluid with bits of what looks to be tissue suspended in it.

Katzchen gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

You have emoted: A small laugh bursts out of Xer.

Lianca flashes Sohl a joyous smile.

Ruth trembles slightly as a yellow jaundice begins to creep through her now-pale features.

Lianca takes a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing from a canvas backpack.

Tirac trembles slightly as a yellow jaundice begins to creep through his now-pale features.

You have tmoted: Xer looks at Sohl as his lips curve into a smile.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Ruth, Tirac, and Sohl so far!"

Blood begins to slowly drip from Sohl's nose.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in her mouth with a fork, Lianca bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of her mouth as she finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.
Lianca gags as she finishes the salad, muttering the single word, "Poison."

You watch in horror as blood begins to seep from every pore in Ruth's body.

You watch in horror as blood begins to seep from every pore in Tirac's body.

Sherazad says in a husky, drawling voice, "Oh."

Sohl coughs suddenly, expelling black fluid with bits of what looks to be tissue suspended in it.

Sohl flashes Lianca a joyous smile.

A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Ruth in red light.
A group of 5 pieces of kelp falls from Ruth's person.
A group of 2 ginseng roots falls from Ruth's person.
A group of 5 goldenseal roots falls from Ruth's person.
A group of 5 bloodroot leaves falls from Ruth's person.
Slippery elm falls from Ruth's person.
A small armadillo falls from Ruth's person.

Jurixe chuckles softly, the sound low and melodic.

You blink.

A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Tirac in red light.

Kaevan Lichlord asks, "... and Lianca! What are the odds?"

Sohl entwines the fingers of one hand with Lianca's fingers, lacing them together.

Lianca flashes Sohl a joyous smile.

Sohl trembles slightly as a yellow jaundice begins to creep through his now-pale features.

Blood begins to slowly drip from Lianca's nose.

You say in a silvery voice, "How intriguing."

You watch in horror as blood begins to seep from every pore in Sohl's body.

Lianca coughs suddenly, expelling black fluid with bits of what looks to be tissue suspended in it.

Lianca trembles slightly as a yellow jaundice begins to creep through her now-pale features.

Kresslack says in a deep, strong voice, "Good, that means this one is safe to eat."

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Kresslack bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Ruth picks up a small armadillo.

You watch in horror as blood begins to seep from every pore in Lianca's body.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Kresslack, "Unless I lied."

- 2013/05/19 02:23:07 - Ruth's back has broken under convulsions caused by the corpse of Nemutaur's voyria venom.
- 2013/05/19 02:23:09 - Tirac's back has broken under convulsions caused by a meteor arrow's voyria venom.

Sohl says to Lianca with an urbane accent, "You look prettiest when covered in black bile and vomiting blood everywhere."

Cleric Milenka says, "This is disappointing.. three and I'm not dead."

Kaevan Lichlord says to Kresslack, "I have been known to do that."

Naga Cahin Nithilar says, "I don't suppose this will bode well for our public relations."

Cahin snickers softly to himself.

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says to Sohl, "And you, my husband."

Hataru says to Sohl with an icy, old Hashani accent, "That was almost adorable."

Kaevan nods his head emphatically.

Vrah picks up a Thalassan kitten.

Vrah picks up a Thalassan kitten.

Amunet smiles impishly and says in a chic, liquored voice, "I see Flair is rubbing off on the two of you."

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "Excuse me a moment."

Aepas chuckles long and heartily.

Sohl leaves to the northeast.

Tirac winces in pain.

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says, "And pardon me a moment."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Well done. As promised, a small consolation prize for your efforts. The pouch is unique to the Naga, as well."

Lianca leaves to the northeast.

You have emoted: Xer's left temple pulsates as he rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kaevan opens a dragonskin pack.

Kaevan picks up 4 sleek velvet pouches from a dragonskin pack.

Kaevan closes a dragonskin pack.

Kaevan's eyes gleam with generosity.

Kaevan gives a sleek velvet pouch to Ruth.

Kaevan gives a sleek velvet pouch to Tirac.

High Lord Vadimuses Xanatov asks, "So, what about the rest of us, the unlucky ones?"

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "You have had the unique experience of consuming Naga delicacies."

Lady Katzchen Xanatov, Knight of Mhaldor says to Vadimuses, "Your prize is a Salad, High Lord."

Jurixe says in a low, silken voice, "I imagine that should be reward enough!"

Kresslack says to Vadimuses in a deep, strong voice, "Complimentary salads, High Lord."

Katzchen's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Vadimuses, "Nobody walks away unfulfilled."

Vrah chuckles long and heartily.

Sherazad says in a husky, drawling voice, "With the special dressing?"

Jurixe flashes ivory fangs in the ghost of a smirk.

Lianca arrives from the northeast.

Hataru says to Vadimuses with an icy, old Hashani accent, "Who are we to complain about free food."

Kaevan puts 4 lycopod salads topped with a strangely aromatic dressing into a canvas backpack.

Cleric Milenka asks Kaevan, "How many were poisoned exactly?"

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Just 4."

Comprehension flashes across Milenka's face.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "So yes, the rest are safe. Probably."

Kaevan nods his head at Sohl.

Kaevan gives a sleek velvet pouch to Sohl.

Sohl flashes Kaevan a joyous smile.

Kaevan nods his head at Lianca.

Kaevan gives a sleek velvet pouch to Lianca.

Kaevan rubs his hands together greedily.

At the mention of "free food", Niro circulates around the room once more, this time carrying red velvet cakes shaped like mortal hearts and skewers of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces.

Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says to Kaevan, "Thank you."

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Of -course- the Ashtani get poisoned."

Jurixe says to Niro in a low, silken voice, "Ah, the cake, please."

Ruth says to Niro in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Skewers, please. Two."

Niro gives a red velvet cake shaped like a mortal's heart to Jurixe.

Cardinal Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar says to Niro, "Ohh a cake please."

Niro gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to Ruth.

Niro gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to Ruth.

Sohl says to Niro with an urbane accent, "One of both, if you will."

Niro gives a red velvet cake shaped like a mortal's heart to Vrah.

Niro gives a red velvet cake shaped like a mortal's heart to Sohl.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "I wish I could claim to have planned that, but alas."

Niro gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to Sohl.

Ruth gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to Aepas.

Lady Katzchen Xanatov, Knight of Mhaldor says to Niro, "I would also like some cake."

Niro gives a red velvet cake shaped like a mortal's heart to Katzchen.

Claret red syrup gushes forth as Vrah stabs her fork into a cake, staining the clear glass plate as she slides the forkful of red velvet sponge into her mouth.

Ruth takes a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing from a canvas backpack.

Amunet says to Kaevan in a chic, liquored voice, "At any rate, you missed one."

The corners of Amunet's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Katzchen inclines her head politely at Niro.

Ruth says in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Might as well eat more."

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation asks Niro in Mhaldorian, "Could I get bit of whatever seems delectable, Dreadborn?"

Holding the tiny skewer carefully, Layna places the entire roll in her mouth and slides it off the skewer, muffled crunching audible as she finishes off the roll.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "That is all for the Naga's presentation, ladies and gentlemen. I see it segues nicely into the intermission. We do hope you enjoyed the game."

Ruth says in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Salad, that is."

Holding the tiny skewer carefully, Aepas places the entire roll in his mouth and slides it off the skewer, muffled crunching audible as he finishes off the roll.

Niro gives a red velvet cake shaped like a mortal's heart to Domatus.

Niro gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to Domatus.

Jurixe unwraps the still-warm, supple tasha'laath leaves from around the ruganor cake and pops the sweet confection into her mouth with a noisy crunch.

Vrah raises an ornate wooden cup to her mouth and sips quietly.

Alternating between the bacon-wrapped chicken and the assorted vegetables, Sohl slowly consumes a heavily-laden skewer.

Kresslack says to Niro in a deep, strong voice, "A skewer, please."

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation says to Niro in Mhaldorian, "Excellent, my thanks."

Claret red syrup gushes forth as Jurixe stabs her fork into a cake, staining the clear glass plate as she slides the forkful of red velvet sponge into her mouth.

Lianca tilts her head and listens intently to Sohl.

Niro gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to Kresslack.

Amunet says to Niro in a chic, liquored voice, "I will have some cake, as well, Dreadborn, when you have a moment."

Kresslack says to Niro in a deep, strong voice, "Gratitude."

You say to Niro in a silvery voice, "A skewer for me as well."

Nakari leaves to the northeast.

Niro gives a red velvet cake shaped like a mortal's heart to Amunet.

Niro gives a skewer of bacon-wrapped chicken pieces to you.

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

Claret red syrup gushes forth as Domatus stabs his fork into a cake, staining the clear glass plate as he slides the forkful of red velvet sponge into his mouth.

Amunet says to Niro in a chic, liquored voice, "Thank you."

Alternating between the bacon-wrapped chicken and the assorted vegetables, Domatus slowly consumes a heavily-laden skewer.

You have emoted: Xer's lips twitch upwards.

You incline your head politely to Niro.

Claret red syrup gushes forth as Sohl stabs his fork into a cake, staining the clear glass plate as he slides the forkful of red velvet sponge into his mouth.

You slowly consume the impaled pieces of food, alternating between the meat and the vegetables.

Layna takes a sip from her stein, making a brief sound of appreciation.

Kaevan takes a mushroom sigil from a sailor's kitbag.

Kaevan gently affixes a mushroom sigil to a canvas backpack, and upon contact, both are destroyed in a magical explosion that leaves Kaevan bleeding and hurt.

Kaevan takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.

Claret red syrup gushes forth as Amunet stabs her fork into a cake, staining the clear glass plate as she slides the forkful of red velvet sponge into her mouth.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Ow."

Kaevan takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation says to Kaevan in Mhaldorian, "Here I was expecting to be able and see if I can...move body parts during the revival process."

Lady Katzchen Xanatov, Knight of Mhaldor says to Kaevan, "Well done, now the floor is littered with salad."

Alternating between the bacon-wrapped chicken and the assorted vegetables, Ruth slowly consumes a heavily-laden skewer.

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Jurixe says to Katzchen in a low, silken voice, "Tis what slaves are for, no?"

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Hayte picks up a lycopod salad topped with a strangely aromatic dressing.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in her mouth with a fork, Ruth bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of her mouth as she finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Kaevan Lichlord says to Domatus, "Another day, Benedominatus. Another day. And you are speaking Mhaldorian."

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Placing some fresh lycopod leaves in his mouth with a fork, Hayte bites down with a loud crunch. Crumbled chunks of blue-veined cheese drip out of his mouth as he finishes off the rest of the lycopod salad.

Domatus coughs softly.

Kaevan peers at Hayte unscrupulously.

Katzchen gives Hayte the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Ruth says to Hayte in a quiet, contemplative voice, ".. Do you like salad a lot, Benedominatus?"

Jurixe says to Hayte in a low, silken voice, "I see you have acquired a taste for our salads."

Sohl says with an urbane accent, "If you want some voyria that badly..."

Benedominatus Hayte says, "Was hoping for more poison."

Benedominatus Domatus, Master of Transmutation says to Kaevan, "It's habit."

Ruth laughs softly.

Kaevan Lichlord says, "Apparently, I do tell the truth occasionally."

Jurixe chuckles softly, the sound low and melodic.

Amunet says to Sohl in a chic, liquored voice, "His appetite could rival Jarrod's."

Niro pauses in his movement towards the unused salads, staring at Hayte with some surprise and not a little concern.

Claret red syrup gushes forth as Layna stabs her fork into a cake, staining the clear glass plate as she slides the forkful of red velvet sponge into her mouth.

Sohl says to Amunet with an urbane accent, "Don't let Jarrod hear that."

Sohl says to Amunet with an urbane accent, "He'll feel the need to compete."