Raisins in the Razines with Raezon

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Hold these a moment."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You nod your head emphatically.

You pick up 10 corpses of a deepstone rockeater.
There are no more corpses of a deepstone rockeater.

You pick up 10 corpses of a fierce and enormous roc.
There are no more corpses of a fierce and enormous roc.

You pick up 11 corpses of a fanged black spider.
There are no more corpses of a fanged black spider.

You pick up 10 corpses of a fearsome tiger shark.
There are no more corpses of a fearsome tiger shark.

You tilt your head curiously at Uzriel.

Sickly skeins of oilslick colour bleed from the air, coalescing into the form of Morgfyre, the Legion.

Uzriel bows respectfully to Morgfyre.

Hinting at twisted delights, a wicked voice says, "Well met, Uzriel."

Sibilant whispers in a thousand disparate tones filter through the air as Rolsand floats in from the south.

In blind panic, a terrified voice says, "We confess Ourselves curious as to the effects of Our brother's...experimentations, and wish to observe."

Morgfyre's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

You have emoted: Lief hesitates, corpses carried in her arms. After a glance at Uzriel, she quickly dips her antlered head respectfully toward Morgfyre as well.

You whisper to Uzriel, "I shall not interrupt."

The air crackles with forks of black lightning, and an ominous voice says, "Pray remain."

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Lord Morgfyre. Nothing can halt the progress of Science! I am sure it will be interesting."

A throaty and seductive voice luxuriantly says, "Surely, the more witnesses, the more accurate the measurement of progress, no?"
^Lief begins internally sobbing

Morgfyre tilts His head curiously.

A single pinpoint of azure fire manifests itself before you, extinguishing all heat from your surroundings. The flame grows in a soundless explosion, sending searing lancelets of cold flame throughout the area as Raezon, the Forbidden steps forth from the inferno.

Uzriel bows down low towards Raezon.

An ivory-furred pompom puppy with a fanned tail plops down on her hindquarters with a soft snort, ears twitching curiously as she watches her surroundings.

The ground convulses as a mound of rich, liquid gold rises high. The scent of musk wafts upon the air while the liquid recedes to reveal the immaculate form of Drocilla, the Enchantress.

Her voice a lilting melody, Drocilla, the Enchantress says, "Did someone say We are experimenting on mortals?"

Morgfyre's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Flighty and timid, an apprehensive child's voice says, "Indeed."

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "Indeed."

Uzriel bows low to Drocilla in turn.

Raezon, the Forbidden says to Drocilla, "Uzriel here has volunteered."

You have emoted: All but frozen where she hovers, Lief quickly bows her antlered head low toward Raezon and Drocilla as well, eyes sliding sidelong to study Uzriel bemusedly.

Drocilla rests Her elbow on Morgfyre's shoulder and leans Her cheek into the hand, mildly interested.

Raezon smiles at those gathered, producing from His robes a single shrivelled fruit which He places in front of Uzriel, allowing it to hover in midair.

Raezon drops a raisin.

You suddenly scoop up a raisin.

Uzriel looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

You glance askance.

You drop a raisin.

You rub a clover-etched turquoise ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
You allow the charm of Acquisitio to leave you and are no longer gripped by an unnatural need to accumulate things.

Following her gaze, Lydia Windwhisper wanders distractedly to the northwest, wings aflutter.

Uzriel ponders a raisin thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Drocilla's lavender gaze follows the raisin without breaking, from the ground, to your hands, and down to the ground again.

You have emoted: Lief looks longingly after Lydia Windwhisper.

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Lord Flame, I take it the experiment involves eating said raisin?"

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "Indeed. It is not a normal raisin, mind. It is imbued with... certain energies."

The form of Legion seethes with chromatic whorls of colour, small wisps drifting away to evaporate with a hiss.

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "You should not need Me to tell you this. It should be quite apparent from its appearance."

Drocilla, the Enchantress says to Morgfyre, "I'm betting on it turning his skin inside out."

Uzriel picks up a raisin and inspects it carefully, even lifting his mask up as he holds it to his eye, then he gives a light shrug, clenches a fist as though preparing for something extraordinarily painful and pops it into his mouth.

You stare implacably at Uzriel.

In blind panic, a terrified voice says, "Incineration, for Our pondering."

-l drocilla
She is a radiant immortal and is breathtaking to behold, radiating a painfully sublime and gentle beauty that inexplicably drains the vibrancy and colour from all else in the room. Shimmering with an eerie effulgence, Her almond-shaped eyes are a cruel, sharp lavender; sculpted with grey and violent shadows, they draw the onlooker with their mystical allure. Her tawny skin is creamy and flawless - the visage of utter beauty, elegance and perfection - and Her high cheekbones are touched by the gentle shade of a rose. The glossy scarlet red of Her lips stands out against these soft hues with a generous fullness that makes them deliriously tempting. Every subtle movement of Her perfectly poised figure exudes a raw confidence that dominates Her surroundings, Her superlatively shaped jawline held with regal posture. Intoxicating and addictive, an entrancing scent drifts in Her wake like a cloak of perfumed silk.

Her silken hair, a hundred shades of burnished gold, is pinned like a crown of molten gold atop a visage of utter perfection. The thick, detailed braids wrap about the head with nary a disobedient wisp in a polished updo that wreathes Her face in a smouldering halo.
She is wearing:
a set of armour rings of blackened silver over the knuckles of Her right hand;
a twinkling sapphire cuff bracelet clinging to Her left wrist;
a bewitching gown of lambent gold beading and coruscating darkness.

-l raezon
From the cold azure aura that casts a sickly tinge upon Raezon's fair skin, to His towering stature, there can be no doubt that He is a radiant immortal. Studying the world from atop an aquiline nose and a mouth that is little more than a severe slash, His stark cerulean eyes betray no emotion in their incessant stare. Handsome, gaunt features are highlighted by the wavy, medium-length hair that has been combed back upon His head, not a single strand out of place. His limbs are slender, barely any extra mass to Him beyond what would be considered necessary to function. Upon His hands and arms are tattooed various diagrams and indecipherable writings, all of which shift about constantly and fade in and out of existence. Around His form hangs the scent of newly charged air after a lightning strike.

He is wearing:
brocade robes with a dancing pattern
a haloed crown of azure flame
a gold overcoat stained with arcane minutiae.

-l morgfyre
He is a radiant immortal and is the sublime vision of a man flowing with currents of power, whose idyllic body is the spectacular dance of the cosmos and planispheres, as ancient as eternity itself and as capricious and resplendent as the rhythm of creation. A maelstrom of fiery, burning hair cascades around His broad shoulders, and His vivid eyes are as brilliant as the stars and as fathomless as the abyss, bespeaking unimaginable and untold wisdom as they swim with prismatic colours consuming each other in endless spirals. When He speaks, each remark comes in a distinctly different voice - as though a committee were trapped within.

He is wearing:
constantly flowing robes of shifting colours wrought from the twisting, chaotic nether
a living Ouroboros ring
a crown of stygian fire which hangs over His head.

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "It is voidstuffs, so I would say disintegration."

Uzriel sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Uzriel stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Uzriel raises Nil's Opalescent Brazier of Amazing Ascension high in the air, a beam of light falling on him.

Ponderously, Drocilla, the Enchantress says, "What if it disintegrates selectively, only his elbows?"

You tell Geochemist Uzriel, "I am never helping you prepare for the trials of Tosha again."

An unnerving, pervasive voice says, "Clearly proximity to the raisin is already affecting him adversely."

Tilting His head,, Raezon, the Forbidden says, "Then he would be quite unlucky. Or perhaps lucky."

Stern and solemn, a man's voice says, "Quite fascinating."

Uzriel brushes his hand drunkenly over the brazier, then straightens himself out and looks down to make sure he still has all his limbs intact.

Idly, Drocilla, the Enchantress says, "Must not be bitter then."

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Lord Flame, I may have cheated slightly at the amusement of Your experiment I am afraid."

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "Ah, how so?"

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "It made me quite drunk, but my brazier was able to cure it before the effects had me rolling down the mountain."

You feel your tolerance to alcohol increasing.
^uh oh

Rolsand sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Rolsand stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

-stat
+ Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon -----------------------------------------+
| Sobriety  : suicidally intoxicated       Credits        : ###           |
| Tolerance : intolerant                   Bound Credits  : ###           |
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^uh oh
Rolsand sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

[Lots of drunken falling and recovery]

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "But you had no other adverse effects?"

You sway back and forth.

Laden with a thick accent, a foreign voice brashly says, "Surely that was not the intended effect."

[More drunkenness why oh why]

You raise Lady Tejas's Holy Brazier of Momentous Feats, lifting it high in to the air as its burning light fills your body, a blaze spreading through your veins as you find yourself more focused.

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "None that I noticed Lord."

A strangled, dead voice wetly says, "Brother, had you desired to inebriate him, We could certainly recommend much simpler methods."

Drocilla, the Enchantress says, "Looks like the effect is contagious."

A wry smile spreads across Morgfyre's face.

You glance askance at Uzriel.

Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Except for the contagious part."

Uzriel glances askance.

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "I see. That one was from the upper vines. Perhaps one from the lower vines instead. A moment please."

Azure flame envelops the form of Raezon as all heat retreats from the surrounding area. The flame melts downward in a frozen instant that feels like an eternity, and with it the form of Raezon disappears into nothingness.

[More drunkenness.]

Uzriel sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Uzriel stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

[Uzriel joins back in!]

Morgfyre blinks.

[We are still drunk, Uzriel worst of all despite cheating.]

A bashful, embarrassed voice says, "How incredibly...odd."

A single pinpoint of azure fire manifests itself before you, extinguishing all heat from your surroundings. The flame grows in a soundless explosion, sending searing lancelets of cold flame throughout the area as Raezon, the Forbidden steps forth from the inferno.

Uzriel spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

Drocilla, the Enchantress says to Morgfyre, "I would prefer it if they were falling over themselves at My feet from admiration."

Raezon gives a raisin to Geochemist Uzriel.

You have emoted: Lief lowers herself from her hover to settle unsteadily upon the mountain path, swaying with her intoxication.

[More drunkenness! Uzriel is falling over unconscious.]

Flighty and timid, an apprehensive child's voice says, "That could well be the case, Our dearest."

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
In a swift, fluid motion, you spring up from your hands to land crouched on your feet. (0.04s)

Stern and solemn, a man's voice says, "There are too many...how do you say, free radicals?"

[Uzriel is very drunk.]

A wry smile spreads across Morgfyre's face.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
Uzriel sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Uzriel spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.
In a swift, fluid motion, you spring up from your hands to land crouched on your feet.
Uzriel stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Uzriel picks up a raisin and inspects it carefully, even lifting his mask up as he holds it to his eye, then he gives a light shrug, clenches a fist as though preparing for something extraordinarily painful and pops it into his mouth.
(He had intended to emote: Uzriel can barely focus on the raisin in his drunkenness, but somehow manages to eat it, probably biting his finger near off too in the process.)

Uzriel lapses into a state of unconsciousness.
Being unconscious, Geochemist Uzriel falls over.
Uzriel regains consciousness with a start.
Uzriel stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Uzriel sips lucidity slush from a stone vial veined in liquid metal.
Uzriel takes a long drag off his pipe.

[He is So. Drunk.]

Uzriel has been slain by reality's inner workings.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Uzriel, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.

Nepenthe ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Rolsand sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Rolsand stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

You glance askance.

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says, "Well this is weird."

Voice muffled by his mask, The soul of Uzriel says, "That one was more potent, it also cured my drunkness, Lord Flame."

Lightly, Drocilla, the Enchantress says to Morgfyre, "I think you may have won this one, it did disintegrate something."

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "It seems the raisin worked. Tell Me, Uzriel, what were the symptoms?"

[Rolsand and I are quite a bit drunk still sobs.]

You have emoted: Lief remains in her drunken crouch, swaying unsteadily even there.

His soul flickering, The soul of Uzriel says, "First I felt sobriety, then I felt fluids creeping into my lungs and windpipes as I stopped being able to breath, and then fissures in my chest, and lastly death."

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "Exciting. Thank you very much."

The body of Geochemist Uzriel shimmers briefly and returns to life.

Showing that He understands, Morgfyre nods His head slowly.

A cruel, jeering voice says, "How terribly fascinating. Have you another, Raezon?"

Raezon, the Forbidden says, "I just might have a few more, yes."

Kaiel blinks.

Uzriel bows towards Raezon, "Anything for the sake of Science of course. If I may suggest an experiment Lord Flame?"

Kaiel doffs a wide brimmed hat of weathered black leather cordially.

With a foreign, slurred speech, a deep voice says, "Do give Us one. We shall volunteer to assist with this particular inquiry."

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
In a swift, fluid motion, you spring up from your hands to land crouched on your feet. (0.086s)

Raezon reaches into the ether and pulls out a raisin.

Kaiel stares implacably at Raezon.

Raezon, the Forbidden says to Kaiel, "Are you volunteering next?"

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says to Raezon, "Volunteering for what, exactly?"

Drocilla straightens up, stepping away from Morgfyre. "You keep far away from My wineglass with that thing."

Norra arrives from the south.

You have emoted: Giving up on properly standing, Lief flops herself down into a seat.

Kaiel grins at you as his single eye sparkles with amusement.

Raezon, the Forbidden says to Kaiel, "Continue to stare rudely and you will find out."

Making no sudden movements, Kaiel backs away from Raezon slowly.

Kaiel spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

[Buckle your seatbelt, Kaiel, and welcome to the ride.]

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
Kaiel spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

Nepenthe hums innocently to himself.

You have emoted: "Here, puppy puppy puppy," Lief murmurs to an ivory-furred pompom puppy with a fanned tail, stretching out to drunkenly gather it up into her lap.

[Lots of drunkenness from Kaiel and Lief]

Kaiel raises the Phoenix's Magnificent Brazier of Blinding Supremacy high in the air, a beam of light falling on him.

"Wow!" Kaiel exclaims!

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says, "That's some strong stuff!"

Rolsand spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.

Azure flame envelops the form of Raezon as all heat retreats from the surrounding area. The flame melts downward in a frozen instant that feels like an eternity, and with it the form of Raezon disappears into nothingness.

Morgfyre sucks thoughtfully on His teeth.

The form of Morgfyre, the Legion dissolves into howling streaks of colour, which disperse into smoky wisps of aetheric ribbons that slowly dissipate.

A dark and seductive voice murmurs in your ear enticingly as Drocilla dissipates into a velvety indigo mist, leaving in Her wake a sense of unrestrained longing.

Rolsand spasms in pain as his drunken body suffers the effects of severe alcohol poisoning.
Nepenthe sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.

[Welcome aboard the ride, Nepenthe! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE UZRIEL.]

In a swift, fluid motion, Nepenthe springs up from his hands to land crouched on his feet.

Swaying to the notes of distant flutes and violins, Euterpe, Muse of Music waltzes in and hands Uzriel ebon squid ink noodles. She dips into a brief curtsey before departing.
[What a dear, she gets noodles for a bunch of us drunkards. <3]

[Oh and we're still vomiting everywhere and falling over drunk.]

Kind Nepenthe looks undecided and says, "PrrEtty waird."

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says, "...that was the strangest interaction I think I have ever had."

Geochemist Uzriel says, "You all missed out on the good stuff."

[So much drunkenness!]

"Gaudi is dark as the Tar Pits, my friends have all rushed to their manses," sings Nepenthe, playing bawdy notes upon a chocolate mahogany viola of dulcet melodies.

Kind Nepenthe says, "Well I saw yob die."

Rolsand glides ominously southward amid a sibilant chorus of a thousand disparate whispers.

As she pets the puppy in her lap, you say to Uzriel, "NEcer. Abai *hic* n."

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says, "Man, I was just on a walk and suddenly there's a congregation of Divine."

Uzriel thanks Nepenthe profusely.

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says, "And absurdly alcoholic raisins, apparently."

Great waves crash over one another as they pour in from the northwest, finally swirling together before solidifying into Tridemon.

Kind Nepenthe exclaims, "I didn't even eac anything!"

Geochemist Uzriel says, "It was an important scientific study."

Ebon squid ink noodles comes lofting in to you from the northwest, and you catch it nimbly.

Tridemon peers about himself unscrupulously.

Kaiel rubs his chin thoughtfully, raises his eyebrow and says, "I see..."

The night-time mountain air causes you to shiver slightly.

Kind Nepenthe says, "I just got super drunk."

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says, "Well, as long as it was for science."

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

Kind Nepenthe says, "Anybody got some food? I'm staxving."

You say to Nepenthe, "Contagious drunKen-- otwww--h iess."

Shadows pour out from the northwest, heralding Dusan.

Esei peers at Tridemon unscrupulously.

Sibilant whispers in a thousand disparate tones filter through the air as Rolsand floats in from the south.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... a radical rum raisin in the Razines by Lord Raezon?"

[We are still so drunk.]

You give a kephera-shaped cinnamon cookie to Kind Nepenthe.

Esei lets out a soft sigh.

Esei closes their eyes and draws forth the flickering thread of their lifeforce, allowing the brilliant aura of health and well-being to leave them for Rolsand.
Rolsand gasps aloud, visibly glowing with health and vigour as Esei's lifeforce fills him.

Rolsand thanks Esei profusely.

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says to Tridemon, "Sounds about right."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "Well, if you are going to die, I'd rather it not be of alcohol poisoning."

Tridemon twirls around in a circle, the wind lifting an embroidered mantle of flickering hope into the air as light shimmers around the mantle.
You feel a halo of light surround you and feel inspired to new confidence.
Kaiel's face brightens as a halo of light surrounds him.
Esei's face brightens as a halo of light surrounds them.
Tridemon's face brightens as a halo of light surrounds him.

Norra arrives from the northwest.

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says, "Well, I'm going to go get some food."

Crowvalier Rekath, Treant of the Wyrd says to Nepenthe, "Wait up, you."

Nepenthe offers a gentle "Hmm?" as he tilts his head curiously.

Esei's lips quirk into a slight smile.

You pet an ivory-furred pompom puppy with a fanned tail ingratiatingly.
An ivory-furred pompom puppy with a fanned tail gives you a big puppy grin before flopping over on her belly, offering a pink tummy for scratches.

Nepenthe sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
In a swift, fluid motion, Nepenthe springs up from his hands to land crouched on his feet.

Kind Nepenthe asks Rekath, "You got some food?"

Esei stares implacably at Nepenthe.

Grabbing Nepenthe by the arm, Rekath points towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Uzriel sighs as he looks down at his suit at the vomit on it, "Nil."

Esei closes their eyes and draws forth the flickering thread of their lifeforce, allowing the brilliant aura of health and well-being to leave them for Nepenthe.
Nepenthe gasps aloud, visibly glowing with health and vigour as Esei's lifeforce fills him.

Nepenthe thanks Kaiel profusely.

Nepenthe quickly devours ebon squid ink noodles.

Kaiel nods his head sagely.

Tridemon snaps his fingers and warm water showers down upon Uzriel, who scrubs under his armpits until he is squeaky clean.

Nepenthe leaves to the south.
Shuffling to the south, a majestic penguin leaves.

Uzriel curls his nose up and grimaces awfully.

Kaiel opens a capricious umbrella.
The colourful ribbons attached to a capricious umbrella dance and whirl wildly, as if given a life of their own. A small but dark cloud gathers overhead ominously, unloading a shower of heavy raindrops only moments later and thoroughly drenching everything and everyone except Kaiel.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk asks, "Is anyone else in need of a sacrifice?"

Kaiel closes a capricious umbrella.
The bright colours on a capricious umbrella seem to grow dull ever so slightly and the ribbons attached to its frame hang once again still and motionless.

Kaiel nods his head sagely.

Esei stares implacably at Kaiel.

Geochemist Uzriel says, "Aah, this is worse!"

Esei shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Esei raises their hands and clouds form and darken overhead, releasing a heavy rain that drenches the area.

Kaiel utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Uzriel digs furiously at the ground and has soon burrowed out of sight.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... is the suit of a material sensitive to water?"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk smiles impishly and says, "I can sanitize you, as well."

You say, "To bzriEp I'm ggoing to haave to find some mo *hic* ork shhpideers. Whipe drunk."

Glancing at you, Esei lets out a soft sigh.

You purse your lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as you carefully gather your thoughts.

Esei closes their eyes and draws forth the flickering thread of their lifeforce, allowing the brilliant aura of health and well-being to leave them for Lief.
You no longer see the world through your sixth sense.
The smouldering thread of your being flares to a roaring intensity as it fills with Esei's lifeforce, healing you completely.

[<3]

Kaiel pats you in a friendly manner.

The ground by your feet suddenly wells up and out pops Uzriel, covered with dirt.

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says to you, "It's okay, I do all sorts of things while drunk."

You have emoted: Lief blinks her eyes, suddenly sober.

Esei pats themself in a friendly manner.

Esei's hands begin to glow with scalding warmth and they passes them over the surface of Uzriel's body, removing the dirt and grime covering him.

Esei hums innocently to themself.

You say to Esei, "O-oh, goodness. Thank you!"

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "Trueheal. Very nice for sobriety."

Esei shrugs helplessly at you.

Esei tilts back their head to gaze at the stars overhead.

Norra says, "So... impending disaster, or just Gods getting people drunk for fun?"

Pointedly from where she still sits with a puppy in her lap, you ask Uzriel, "Did you know we'd be part of the experiment, too?"

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "I dare say it may be both."

Esei smirks at Uzriel.

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says to Uzriel, "What was the experiment? How much rum can Raezon fit in a raisin in the Razines?"

Norra snickers softly to herself.

Esei stares implacably at Kaiel.

Decisively, you say to Norra, "Impending disaster."

Esei pets an athame dagger of dusk ingratiatingly.

Geochemist Uzriel says, "Ahh, I am afraid I was sworn to secrecy, you will have to ask Him yourself to help in an experiment."

Kaiel shrugs helplessly.

Esei shifts their eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Norra says to Uzriel, "Give you rum if you talk."

Geochemist Uzriel says, "There was a non-disclosure agreement and everything."

You peer at Uzriel unscrupulously.

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says to Uzriel, "I'm disappointed if this experiment doesn't lead to weaponized rum raisins, honestly."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "I'm not altogether sure that those three have the same idea of Fun as the rest of us. I don't really WANT to know Their idea of Fun."

Uzriel clears his throat as he reaffixes his mask, and inhales deeply.

Uzriel slips into geochemantic goggles set in a mask rent with dark fissures.

Esei shudders violently.

Tridemon gathers a handful of runes and casts them upon the ground, carefully studying the way they have broken. Rising, he pronounces a prophesy of good fortune upon himself and his allies.
Your heart flutters as the prophesy takes hold.

Esei strokes Dusan, the coruscant tenderly.
Coruscant eyes glinting, Dusan, the coruscant lets out a rumbling chirp, bumping his snout against Esei's hand.

Norra has the look on her face of someone who's just had a bright idea.

Esei raises a slender brow at Norra.

Kaiel tilts his head curiously at Norra.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says, "... I have too many cookies."

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk asks Tridemon, "Do you plan to dump them on Gurashi?"

Esei raises a slender brow at Tridemon.

Tridemon gives a leopard-shaped chocolate chunk cookie to you.

"Nope," Tridemon says with finality.

Esei lets out a soft sigh.

Norra says, "...On second thought, maybe not."

Geochemist Uzriel says to you, "Oh do you still have my corpses? I suppose I should return to productivity."

Norra leaves to the south.

Kaiel sways back and forth.

You say to Uzriel, "Ah...we need the spider corpses again."

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Esei, "And I don't plan on covering him in honey again. Unlike you, apparently."

You say to Uzriel, "I think we've the rest."

Esei hums innocently at Tridemon.

[I give corpses!]

Words carried by a sibilant hiss, Kaiel D'Varden, the Drunken Professor says, "Don't have too much fun, kids."

Kaiel doffs a wide brimmed hat of weathered black leather cordially.

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "And sharks. We need sharks."

Looking uncertain, Esei nudges Rolsand with their foot.

Geochemist Uzriel says, "And the sharks."

You nod your head affirmatively.

Rolsand inserts the Iron Key to the Infernal Machine into the air and turns. The sound of grinding gears and squealing wheels reverberates through the air, as an enormous iron doorway materializes around the key. Black oily smoke leaks out of the doorway as Rolsand opens it and steps through.
Rolsand has left the area.

Uzriel inclines his head towards everybody.

You say to Uzriel, "I can collect the spiders again if you prefer."

Esei's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across their face.

Geochemist Uzriel says, "I will go start turning these in first, then go from there."

Esei closes their eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of their surroundings.

You nod your head affirmatively at Uzriel.

The air clears as Uzriel floats northwestward, trailed by coils of tartarean smog.

You have emoted: After gently setting an ivory-furred pompom puppy with a fanned tail down, Lief lets her wings carry her aloft again, humming along.

Sincerely to Tridemon and Esei, you say, "Thank you both."

Tridemon starts going through a large number of objects that he happens to be holding. "Letters... cookies... snowglobe... runestones..."

Esei gives Tridemon the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Tridemon peers at a potent pot of poteen unscrupulously.

"Nope," Tridemon says with finality.

Rekath arrives, following Kind Nepenthe.
Nepenthe arrives from the south.
A majestic penguin waddles in from the south.

Seer Esei of the Ascending Dusk says to Tridemon, "If you get drunk I am not helping you."

Rekath leaves, following Kind Nepenthe.
Nepenthe leaves to the northwest.
Shuffling to the northwest, a majestic penguin leaves.

Esei inclines their head politely to you.