Run, Poshly, Run!

You gesture at Poshly.
Your spell pattern is damaged as it passes through an invisible ward.
Your spell pattern is partially deflected as it penetrates an invisible ward.
You settle the spell pattern gently upon Poshly, attempting to subtly compel him to go elsewhere.
Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees east.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

You cackle!

Poshly just arrived.

Poshly exclaims, "Cheater!"

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Mangor chuckles.

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees east.

You grin.

You laugh!

Mangor says, "That was good."

Poshly just arrived.

You laugh!

Poshly whirls about in a bold, flashy manner!

You hear a male Human voice exclaim, "I see how it is!"

You exclaim, "Why you runnin, Poshly!"

Poshly comes out of hiding.

You grin.

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees down.

You laugh!

Poshly came up some shallow stone stairs.

Poshly exclaims, "Son of a [redacted]!"

Roxxana laughs at you!

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees out.


Mangor says, "Welcome, feel free to enjoy the show."


You throw back your head and roar with laughter!

Poshly just arrived.

Roxxana says, "To cute."

You say, "Oh man that is awesome.  I did NOT know the combination of those two spells did that."

Poshly exclaims, "Oh ok so thasst's how we're playing!"

Namorra smashes her foot into a pile of rocks.  It suddenly explodes, scattering bits and pieces of debris in every direction.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Poshly grabs your arm and drags you out with him . . .
[The Crossing, Magen Road]
The whitewashed building before you is stark and functional.  A sign mounted on it is hand painted and carved with cunning skill.  White-robed figures and all manner of injured and infirm people stream in and out of a double door, leaving thin trails of blood on the spotless pavement.You also see a graceful attendant, a wide arch and a stone urn.
Also here: Poshly.
Obvious paths: east, south, west.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees west.

Poshly just arrived.

You fall to the ground laughing hysterically!

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees east.

Poshly just arrived.

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees west.

Poshly just arrived.
Poshly exclaims, "Mother [redacted]!"

Mangor just arrived.

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees south.

You leap to your feet!

You yell, "I don't know how to stop it!"

Poshly just arrived.

Poshly went through a double door.

go door
[Empaths' Guild, Courtyard Garden]
Open to the sky, this spot is sheltered from the worst of the weather and elements by a rich cedar arbor.  In the center of the courtyard, a small fountain, filled with the darting forms of tiny fish, babbles to itself.  Several elaborately-carved cedar benches are placed at one edge of the garden, directly across from a cushioned swing hanging from the arbor by wrought iron chains.  A riot of seasonal plants compete for the attention of those who pass here, and a whispering willow tree looms overhead as if creating a protective mantle.You also see a pile of rocks, a small stone firepit, a simple covered sideboard with several things on it, an Empath renown scroll, some shallow stone stairs, a marble statue of an elegant Elven woman carrying a shallow basin in her arms, a large vela'tohr plant and a silver tea cart with several things on it.
Also here: Poshly, Celestian Nazzireth, Taebur who is sitting, Grandmaster Examiner Roxxana, Dissident Sujuroit, Thinker Couri, Abigael and Namorra.
Obvious paths: northeast, east, west, down, out.

You ask, "Does that mean I win?"

Poshly exclaims, "No!"

You chuckle.

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees down.

You fall to the ground laughing hysterically!

Roxxana laughs!

You say, "Oh gawd, I can't breathe."

Roxxana says, "Big baby."

You leap to your feet!

You melt into the background, convinced that your attempt to hide went unobserved.
Roundtime: 3 sec.

Poshly came up some shallow stone stairs.

Poshly says, "She cheated."

Mangor chuckles.

Poshly exclaims, "You're all my witnesses!"

Something about Poshly weakens the attack.
Poshly stumbles dazedly, faltering in his attempt to engage you.
Poshly flees east.

You chuckle.

Poshly just arrived.

Poshly scowls.

Poshly searches around for a moment.
Poshly has spotted you!

You come out of hiding.
You jump in front of Poshly, arms waving wildly and making really scary sounds, causing him to jump back startled.

You grin.

Poshly says, "I see you, cheater."

You kiss Poshly on the nose.

Poshly folds his arms across his chest.

Poshly exclaims, "Ok Mangor, you're up next!"

Poshly smiles at Mangor.

You ask, "Oh, is it finally done compelling?"

You ponder.

Mangor sighs.


You ask, "Or is it only when you try to advance me?"

Roxxana exclaims, "You run fast!"

You nod at Roxxana, in complete agreement with her views.

You exclaim, "He does!"

Roxxana just tickled Poshly, who laughs and returns the favor.

Mangor says, "If i go i'll be dead in a moment."

Poshly laughs!

You grin.

Poshly says, "I dunno to be honest."

You feel a slight pain from the drake-fang arrow lodged in your left hand.

You feel a surge of life energy as your regeneration pulses, the spell pattern manifesting as a cascade of rutilant sparks that bathe you in a warm glow.
The external wounds to your left hand and left arm are fully healed.

Poshly says, "Those empath buffs are gnarly."