A pink mist descends from the heavens, centered around a pump in Nottingham
square.

Passing travellers, remembering what had befallen the land only a week before,
drew near to attempt to unravel the mystery. They began by questioning the
local townsfolk.

'The maids around here think of nought but fashion,' an austere swordswoman
says frostily. 'I doubt if they could help.'

''Tis true, but I still pray for good fortune,' a silver-haired Knight Templar
says fluently.

An austere swordswoman ponders the trough of an old pump's existence.

An austere swordswoman says coldly, 'The pink mist does not look so dangerous.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar looks at a faint pink mist and shudders.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says worriedly to an austere swordswoman, 'I
warn thee, 'tis.'

A country maid mumbles, 'Twere a powwwerfel wind, aswirling.'

An austere swordswoman begins getting a bit thirsty.

'Oui?...' a silver-haired Knight Templar says patiently to a country maid.

The night has begun.

A silver-haired Knight Templar quickly mumbles his vespers, though his mind
seems to be elsewhere.

A country maid looks reluctant.

'We mean the pump, not your head,' an austere swordswoman says in a cold
distant voice to a country maid.

A country maid mumbles reluctantly, 'I said I wouldn't say naught abowt it.'

A daughter of the light has arrived from the west.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says, with the tone of the long-suffering,
to a country maid, 'Please do, ma cherie, 'twould not be well if the lord's
soldiers were to question thee instead.'

A country maid cowers in fear!

A country maid sniffles quietly.

A silver-haired Knight Templar nods solemnly.

An austere swordswoman holds her sword to a country maid's neck.

A daughter of the light comforts a country maid.

A country maid goes EEK! at an austere swordswoman in distress - isn't an
austere swordswoman an awful person for teasing?

'You WILL tell,' an austere swordswoman says frostily to a country maid.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says, looking amazed, to an austere swordswoman,
'No need to draw the blade, methinks.'

A country maid pleads reluctantly, 'Don't kill me!'

An austere swordswoman says coldly to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'These
sort of people respond only to threats.'

Reluctantly, a country maid turns and leaves west.

'I beg to differ, 'tis my homeland and I know them well,' a silver-haired
Knight Templar says, in a voice smooth and courtly.

An austere swordswoman says coldly to a daughter of the light, 'Tell us all
that you saw, and you will be spared.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar says, apparently exhausted, ''Tis the wrong
maid.'

An austere swordswoman nods solemnly.

Tobias Veleda peers intently at the trough of an old pump.

An austere swordswoman says coldly to a daughter of the light, 'My apologies.'

A daughter of the light says to an austere swordswoman, 'I think a please could
be in order.'

An austere swordswoman raises an eyebrow inquiringly.

'I do not beg,' an austere swordswoman says coldly.

A daughter of the light says to an austere swordswoman, 'Please is not begging,
it is showing respect for another person.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar nods his agreement with a daughter of the light.

Tobias Veleda says playfully, 'Why's it all pink?'

An austere swordswoman says coldly, 'You have not earned my respect.'

Tobias Veleda looks at the trough of an old pump, boggled.

The pink mist begins to tremble a little, and descend toward the water.

A peasant has arrived from the south.

'Mademoiselle, if thou dost have knowledge to spare, please do share it with
us,' a silver-haired Knight Templar says courteously to a daughter of the
light.

Cirus pokes a faint pink mist - It's dead, Cirus.

A peasant screams loudly!

A daughter of the light says to an austere swordswoman, 'Nor you mine, and if I
can at least show you the proper respect of a human, then you can share.'

A peasant panics, and attempts to flee.

A peasant leaves north.

'I have not yet discovered much,' a daughter of the light says to a
silver-haired Knight Templar. 'I am new in this area of land, and just only
heard of the troubles plaguing it. I thought I might come and see if I could
help in some small way.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar says with courtesy to a daughter of the light,
'I know thee not, mademoiselle, but I do believe all hands are welcome that are
willing.'

An austere swordswoman says coldly, 'I too heard a strange noise from this part
of the land and came to investigate.'

A daughter of the light says to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'My name is
Myshella, daughter of the light good sir.'

Tobias Veleda hops away north, looking for other amusements.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says with courtesy to a daughter of the light,
'Tancred de Gisborne, at thy humble service.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar bows before a daughter of the light.

Tobias Veleda cartwheels in from the north, looking for someone to play with.

A daughter of the light curtseys before a silver-haired Knight Templar
gracefully.

Cirus enters from the north, looking for someone to help.

Tobias Veleda says, with a playful tone, 'I wonder if it tastes like candy?'

A daughter of the light says to Tobias Veleda, 'Taste is not always condusive
to being good for you.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar says to Tobias Veleda, 'Methinks yon demon
knocked thee too much on the head, thou speak an idiot's tales.'

'Yes it is!' Tobias Veleda says, with a playful tone, to a daughter of the
light.

Tiny bubbles begin to form in the water.

Tobias Veleda pouts at a silver-haired Knight Templar.

A silver-haired Knight Templar takes a few steps forward.

Aardwolf looks around for something to nibble on.

'I'm not an idiot!' Tobias Veleda says playfully to a silver-haired Knight
Templar.

A daughter of the light peers at the water.

A peasant has arrived from the east.

Cirus comforts Tobias Veleda.

'You're leaking,' an austere swordswoman says frostily to Tobias Veleda.

Tobias Veleda drinks from a leather waterskin.

Tobias Veleda blinks.

Tobias Veleda peers at himself myopically.

Aardwolf begins clawing at his back trying to itch a spot he can't quite reach.

A daughter of the light scratches Aardwolf's back, wonder what she wants in
return?

Aardwolf thanks a daughter of the light heartily.

'Mon dieu,' a silver-haired Knight Templar mutters anxiously.

A daughter of the light says to Aardwolf, 'Now you've given me itches.'

Aardwolf says to a daughter of the light, 'I can't get rid of them.'

Aardwolf begins clawing at his back trying to itch a spot he can't quite reach.

Aardwolf scratches his head in puzzlement.

Aardwolf giggles.

'Somebody must drink from the pump, and test it,' an austere swordswoman says
frostily.

'There are some herbs that the druids make that might help ease them,' a
daughter of the light says to Aardwolf.

Cirus raises his hand.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says anxiously, 'One already did.'

'I'll do it,' Cirus says helpfully.

Aardwolf says, 'I did, I think, I can't remember.'

Aardwolf begins clawing at his back trying to itch a spot he can't quite reach.

An austere swordswoman says coldly, 'Ah, the hyena.'

Cirus drinks from the trough of an old pump.

A daughter of the light goes EEK! at Cirus in distress - isn't Cirus an awful
person for teasing?

A silver-haired Knight Templar says fluently, 'I have sampled yon water, and it
did me no well.'

The earth shudders desperately, trying to resist...something...and fails. You
are nearly knocked to the ground!

'You seem to be allergic to it,' an austere swordswoman says in a cold distant
voice to Aardwolf.

Tobias Veleda peers at Cirus, looking him up and down.

An austere swordswoman somersaults across the ground, whirling about, and
finally lands on her feet.

A silver-haired Knight Templar slowly gets back to his feet.

Aardwolf begins to twitch nervously.

A daughter of the light peers intently at the trough of an old pump.

'I dont know what it is, but I like it,' Aardwolf says.

Aardwolf licks his lips and smiles.

Cirus nods solemnly.

Aardwolf begins clawing at his back trying to itch a spot he can't quite reach.

'It does induce madness, and should be somehow disposed of,' a silver-haired
Knight Templar says.

Aardwolf defends himself from the trough of an old pump - does he think it
would attack him?

Tobias Veleda laughs with amusement.

An austere swordswoman says in a cold distant voice, 'It does not seems to have
any ill affects today.'

Flaco fills a jug of water from the trough of an old pump.

Tobias Veleda says playfully, 'It doesn't look bad...'

[Gossip] A daughter of the light: so far, the tainted water seems to have no
ill effects.

Cirus says, trying to help, 'Um....good water, tastes like water ^_^.'

Aardwolf gives a quick polish to the trough of an old pump. It now shines
brightly.

'I will try it,' an austere swordswoman says bravely.

A silver-haired Knight Templar wrinkles his nose after getting a whiff of the
trough of an old pump.

An austere swordswoman drinks from the trough of an old pump.

[Gossip] A silver-haired Knight Templar: I doubt yon fortune will last.

An austere swordswoman looks giddy.

[Gossip] A daughter of the light: I fear you are right good sir.

[Gossip] PeanutButter: just some Cherry Kool-aid I dropped in the Legend water
system last week...no big deal *duck*

'It does nothing at all,' an austere swordswoman says giddily.

An austere swordswoman hiccups.

'Hm...' Tobias Veleda says playfully.

[Gossip]: an austere swordswoman hiccups.

Tobias Veleda drinks from the trough of an old pump.

Tobias Veleda looks drunk.

Tobias Veleda whistles appreciatively.

'Yes, thats why we should leave it be,' Aardwolf says.

Aardwolf drinks from the trough of an old pump.

[Gossip] A daughter of the light: ok, I take that back, it makes some drunk

'I...think it tastes good!' Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk.

[Gossip] A silver-haired Knight Templar: Somebody get that lady to bed, drunk
in public like a harlot.

Cirus nods his agreement with Tobias Veleda.

Tobias Veleda wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

Aardwolf says, 'I say we invite everyone to try some.'

An austere swordswoman blinks.

Aardwolf says, 'Who needs some?'

An austere swordswoman stares deeply into a silver-haired Knight Templar's
eyes... you wonder if you're intruding.

A daughter of the light catches Tobias and stands him up straight.

Cirus says helpfully, 'From now on add a bit a mist to every meal to add a
deliteful taste.'

Tobias Veleda nods his agreement with Aardwolf.

A silver-haired Knight Templar peers at an austere swordswoman, looking her up
and down.

Tobias Veleda wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

An austere swordswoman blushes at her own folly.

An austere swordswoman panics, and attempts to flee.
Unable to control herself, an austere swordswoman leaves west, giggling.

Tobias Veleda laughs with amusement.

Tobias Veleda hiccups.

Tobias Veleda fills a leather waterskin from the trough of an old pump.

Aardwolf stares at the trough of an old pump.

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'I think you're
not...right...about the water!'

An austere swordswoman twiddles her own hair around her fingers distractedly.

An austere swordswoman whispers quietly to Tobias Veleda.
It sounded like 'Do you think he likes me?' to you.

'Good or bad, something is plaguing this lands water, and cant be left to go
unchecked,' a daughter of the light says.

'Yes have Some,' Cirus says, trying to help.

Tobias Veleda nods his agreement with an austere swordswoman.

Cirus grins evilly.

Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word, to an austere swordswoman, 'I bet he
does!'

Aardwolf drinks from the trough of an old pump.

An austere swordswoman giggles.

Tobias Veleda points at a silver-haired Knight Templar.

Tobias Veleda nods to himself - he must be getting senile.

An austere swordswoman bats her eyelashes at a silver-haired Knight Templar.

Tobias Veleda nods his agreement with an austere swordswoman.

Cirus drinks from the trough of an old pump.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says with disgust to an austere swordswoman,
'Get thee to bed, woman.'

Aardwolf giggles.

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to an austere swordswoman, 'See?'

Cirus says helpfully, 'Water Good, Have Some Water.'

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to an austere swordswoman, 'He wants to bed you!'

An austere swordswoman says giddily to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'Will
you come with me?'

Tobias Veleda giggles at himself, he must be nervous or something.

Cirus grins evilly.

'I will most certainly not!' a silver-haired Knight Templar says, shocked
silly, to an austere swordswoman.

Tobias Veleda pouts at a silver-haired Knight Templar.

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'You're gonna
make her cry!'

An austere swordswoman glares at nothing in particular.

Tobias Veleda drinks from the trough of an old pump.

'Have some more water,' Aardwolf says to a silver-haired Knight Templar.

Aardwolf nudges the trough of an old pump over a few inches.

'Am I not good enough for you!' an austere swordswoman says giddily to a
silver-haired Knight Templar. 'I work out.'

'Merci, mais non, I prefer my sanity,' a silver-haired Knight Templar says to
Aardwolf.

Cirus nods his agreement with Aardwolf.

Tobias Veleda empties a leather waterskin.

Tobias Veleda fills a leather waterskin from the trough of an old pump.

An austere swordswoman looks bitter.

'I wonder if drunk is the only ill effect this day?' a daughter of the light
says to a silver-haired Knight Templar.

'In some sense one should pray that 'tis indeed so,' a silver-haired Knight
Templar says courteously to a daughter of the light.

'Perhaps tis ye who needs to have yer sanity restored, we , or the water may do
it,' Aardwolf says to a silver-haired Knight Templar.

A daughter of the light nods her agreement with a silver-haired Knight Templar.

'Let him have some to drink!' Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word, to an
austere swordswoman.

The waning gibbous moon sets in the summer night sky.

'It'll change his mind!' Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to an austere
swordswoman.

Tobias Veleda hugs the trough of an old pump.

Tobias Veleda empties a leather waterskin.

An austere swordswoman looks loving.

Tobias Veleda fills a leather waterskin from the trough of an old pump.

A daughter of the light takes a step back.

'Yes Water Good!' Cirus says, trying to help.

Tobias Veleda drinks from the trough of an old pump.

Cirus drinks from the trough of an old pump.

'Drink from the pump, my love, then we shall be together,' an austere
swordswoman says lovingly to a silver-haired Knight Templar.

A silver-haired Knight Templar frowns.

Tobias Veleda struggles off west, staggering from side to side and singing a
little song.

A silver-haired Knight Templar mutters, disgusted, 'Men and women drinking that
foul brew and behaving like wanton children and painted harlots in the gutter,
and all that in Nottingham town.'

Aardwolf attempts to sweep the trough of an old pump into a romantic waltz, but
he can't find its feet!

An austere swordswoman looks angry.

'Harlot?' an austere swordswoman says furiously. 'HARLOT!'

'But it sprung from the earth, God's earth,' Aardwolf says to a silver-haired
Knight Templar.

Aardwolf nods to himself - he must be getting senile.
A daughter of the light says to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'Now you've
done it.'

An austere swordswoman says, redfaced with anger, to a silver-haired Knight
Templar, 'You would spurn me?'

Aardwolf drinks from the trough of an old pump.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says to a daughter of the light, 'Truth doth
hurt?'

Tobias Veleda staggers in from the west, reeking of alcohol and mumbling to
himself.

Tobias Veleda empties a leather waterskin.

Aardwolf wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

Tobias Veleda fills a leather waterskin from the trough of an old pump.

Tobias Veleda puts a leather waterskin in a huge sack of loot.

An austere swordswoman grumbles.

'Spurn thee?' a silver-haired Knight Templar says to an austere swordswoman.
'Oui, indeed, and all of womankind with thee.'

Tobias Veleda procedes to fill all of his waterskins with firebreather from
the pump.

A daughter of the light says to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'Truth is good,
in doses of a persons capcity.'

An aspiring young doctor looks at the trough of an old pump and drools
covetously.

Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, 'I'd like to drink more, but I can't
reach the pump..'

A daughter of the light tickles Tobias Veleda.

An austere swordswoman unsheathes her sword.

An austere swordswoman goes ACK TTTTHHHHHPPPPPPTTTTTT!

Tobias Veleda wobbles about unsteadily, trying to balance on the trough of an
old pump.

An austere swordswoman bursts into tears.

Tobias Veleda goes EEK! at an austere swordswoman in distress - isn't an
austere swordswoman an awful person for teasing?

Tobias Veleda ducks to the ground.

A daughter of the light sits Tobias down on a bench before he falls on his
face.

An austere swordswoman says, redfaced with anger, to a silver-haired Knight
Templar, 'I could not stand to mar your perfect skin.'

An austere swordswoman loves everybody in the whole world!

An austere swordswoman looks loving.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says, rather disinterested, to an austere
swordswoman, 'Suit thyself.'

Aardwolf says to Tobias Veleda, 'The pump givith and the pump takith away.'

Aardwolf throws his head back and cackles with insane glee!

Tobias Veleda sniffles quietly.

An austere swordswoman gives a silver-haired Knight Templar her word of honor.

An austere swordswoman says, cooing, to a silver-haired Knight Templar, 'Even
if you will not love me, I will follow and serve you all my days.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar says to an austere swordswoman, 'And what doth
thou promise, to sober up?'

Tobias Veleda struggles off east, staggering from side to side and singing a
little song.

An austere swordswoman peers at herself myopically.

A handsome surfer arrives from the west, contemplating profundity and
essentials.

'I am not drunk,' an austere swordswoman says, cooing. 'Tobias is drunk.'

A daughter of the light smiles at a handsome surfer.

'Let me hear thee repeat that vow when thou art thyself, perchance I might
accept thy service then,' a silver-haired Knight Templar says to an austere
swordswoman.

Aardwolf whispers quietly to an austere swordswoman.
It sounded like 'Ye can always keep a nip in the cupboard.' to you.

Tobias Veleda staggers in and out of the square, reeking of alcohol and
mumbling to himself.

Tobias Veleda plays random doodlings on a simple lyre with silvery strings--he
is quite good at it.

'I would never get drunk,' an austere swordswoman says, cooing. 'It would
hinder my fighting ability.'

Tobias Veleda plays Happy nice water, I want an orb! on a simple lyre with
silvery strings.

Soze enters from the west, glancing about him icily.
A greater demon has arrived from the west.

Soze waves a red felt Seven Circles team pennant.

A silver-haired Knight Templar looks at Soze and shudders.

Soze grins evilly at a silver-haired Knight Templar.. wonder what he's
thinking...

An aspiring young doctor looks at the trough of an old pump and drools
covetously.

'Would you have me kill this person for you?' an austere swordswoman says
lovingly.

Aardwolf says, 'See!'

'Who's gettin killed?' Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word, to an austere
swordswoman.

Tobias Veleda wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

Soze taunts Tobias Veleda mercilessly.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says, in a voice smooth and courtly, to Zar, 'I
ask nothing of thee, do what thou must.'

'The drink brings demons and knights together,' Aardwolf says.

'My apologies,' a silver-haired Knight Templar says to Zar.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says fluently to an austere swordswoman, 'I ask
nothing of thee, do what thou must.'

Tobias Veleda fills a leather waterskin from the trough of an old pump.

An aspiring young doctor says, trying to help, 'I cann't reach it with my
mouth, NO!!!!!'

A daughter of the light says to an aspiring young doctor, 'Do not try it, it
seems to have rather odd effects.'

'You do not believe my feelings I see,' an austere swordswoman says lovingly to
a silver-haired Knight Templar. 'I will go prove my love by killing the evil
thing that grinned at you.'

A silver-haired Knight Templar says to an austere swordswoman, 'Do what thou
must, 'tis not my concern.'

Soze quickly jumps out of the way of an austere swordswoman's bash, sending an
austere swordswoman to the ground.

Soze waves a red felt Seven Circles team pennant.


Soze quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
Soze decimates an austere swordswoman with his powerful slash!
A shiny green serpent's scale is damaged as it is hit!
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman obliterates Soze with her horrific slash!
Soze blocks an austere swordswoman's slash.

Soze quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
Soze decimates an austere swordswoman with his powerful slash!
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman demolishes Soze with her slash!
Soze blocks an austere swordswoman's slash.
An austere swordswoman pierces Soze hard.

Soze issues the order, 'kill zafira.'

Soze inspires an austere swordswoman to fight more ferociously with his rich
voice!

An austere swordswoman springs back to her feet, ready to meet Soze's attack.

An austere swordswoman's bash sends Soze flying to the ground!

An aspiring young doctor peers at Tobias Veleda, looking him up and down.

'Your a man of learning, experiment, learn for yourself,' Aardwolf says to an
aspiring young doctor.

Tobias Veleda leaps into the fray and rescues an austere swordswoman!

Soze quickly attacks 5 times and hits 4 times.
An austere swordswoman parries an attack from Soze!
Soze demolishes an austere swordswoman with his slash!
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Tobias Veleda massacres a greater demon with his crush.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
A greater demon manages to block an attack from Tobias Veleda's a pillar of
magical fire!
A greater demon bites Tobias Veleda hard.
An austere swordswoAn austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman decimates Soze with her powerful slash!
Soze blocks an austere swordswoman's slash.

Tobias Veleda grabs a greater demon and smashes his head into his head,
knocking him down!
A greater demon is dazed by Tobias Veleda's vicious headbutt!


Soze quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
Soze slashes an austere swordswoman extremely hard.
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Tobias Veleda decimates a greater demon with his powerful crush!
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman decimates Soze wAn austere swordswoman decimates Soze with her powerful slash!
An austere swordswoman demolishes Soze with her pierce!


Soze rolls out of the way of an austere swordswoman's attack, charging back
into battle.


Soze quickly attacks 5 times and hits 4 times.
An austere swordswoman parries an attack from Soze!
Soze slashes an austere swordswoman.
A shiny green serpent's scale is damaged as it is hit!
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
The force of Tobias Veleda's a pillar of magical fire sends Tobias Veleda
sprawling to the ground!
Tobias Veleda obliterates a greater demon with his horrific crush!
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman decimates Soze with her powerful slash!
Soze blocks an austere swordswoman's slash.
An austere swordswoman massacres Soze with her pierce.
A greater demon slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head.
Soze uses his rich voice and persuasive manner to inspire everyone to battle!
Tobias Veleda looks inspired to fight more ferociously!
Since you aren't fighting just now, it doesn't help you any.


Tobias Veleda scrambles to his feet, rushing at a greater demon.

Brilliant red-orange and dark pink clouds greet the sun.
A greater demon suffers from his bleeding wounds.
Soze suffers from his bleeding wounds.


Soze quickly attacks 5 times and hits 4 times.
An austere swordswoman parries an attack from Soze!
Soze slashes an austere swordswoman extremely hard.
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks 9 times and hits 8 times.
Tobias Veleda demolishes a greater demon with his crush!
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 4 times.
A pair of black leather boots is damaged as it is hit!
An austere swordswoman decimates SAn austere swordswoman decimates Soze with her powerful slash!
A greater demon bites Tobias Veleda hard.


Tobias Veleda grabs a greater demon and smashes his head into his head,
knocking him down!
A greater demon is dazed by Tobias Veleda's vicious headbutt!


An austere swordswoman sends Soze sprawling with a powerful bash.


A silver-haired Knight Templar says, 'That is not honorable!'


A Norman guard has arrived on his patrol.
A cock crows greeting the dawn.


Soze quickly attacks 5 times and hits 4 times.
An austere swordswoman parries an attack from Soze!
Soze obliterates an austere swordswoman with his horrific slash!
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Tobias Veleda decimates a greater demon with his powerful crush!
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
An austere swordswoman An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman massacres Soze with her slash.
Soze blocks an austere swordswoman's slash.
An austere swordswoman massacres Soze with her pierce.


Soze slashes an austere swordswoman hard.
An austere swordswoman blocks Soze's slash.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Tobias Veleda obTobias Veleda obliterates a greater demon with his horrific crush!
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman sends Soze to his grave with her mighty slash.
Soze is DEAD!!

[Info]: Zafira just sent Soze to a sneak preview of Paradise!
You hear Soze's death cry.
Tobias Veleda glares icily at the corpse of Soze.
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Tobias Veleda decimates a greater demon with his powerful crush!
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
A greater demon slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
Poison courses through a greater demon's veins!
A greatA greater demon bites Tobias Veleda hard.
An austere swordswoman returns to her senses.

Zar rolls his eyes heavenward.
'Ouch,' a daughter of the light says.


Tobias Veleda grabs a greater demon and smashes his head into his head,
knocking him down!
Tobias Veleda quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Tobias Veleda decimates a greater demon with his powerful crush!
A greater demon is stunned, but will probably recover.
A greater demon slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head.
Tobias Veleda barely flames a greater demon.
A greater demon bites Tobias Veleda hard.
An austere swordswoman quickly attacks and hits 5 times.
An austere swordswoman decimatesAn austere swordswoman decimates a greater demon with her powerful slash!
An austere swordswoman sends a greater demon to his grave with her powerful
pierce.
A greater demon is DEAD!!
Tobias Veleda returns to his senses.
You hear a greater demon's death cry.

Soze enters from the west, glancing about him icily.

Tobias Veleda snarls angrily.

Zar stands up.

Tobias Veleda glares icily at Soze.

Zar smiles wryly and walks away north.

His eyes weary and critical, Zar walks in from the north.

Zar smiles wryly and walks away west.

'That was hardly honorable,' a silver-haired Knight Templar says, disgusted, to
Tobias Veleda.

Soze says coldly, 'One should know that socalled good people travel in
wolfpacks.'

An austere swordswoman shakes Tobias Veleda's hand.

Syrelle has arrived from the west.

Aardwolf says, 'People, let us not fight, the pump is generous tonight.'

His eyes weary and critical, Zar walks in from the west.

Aardwolf giggles.

'Don't beat up zafira!' Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, to Soze.

Tobias Veleda knocks a silver-haired Knight Templar over and flops all over
him.

Tobias Veleda sits down and rests.

Soze says coldly, 'The way I recall it, she initiated this feud.'

Tobias Veleda hugs the trough of an old pump.

A silver-haired Knight Templar says, annoyed, to Tobias Veleda, 'When two doth
fight, 'twould be fair not to disturb their mettle.'

Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word, 'All I saw was Soze trying to kill
zafira!'

A silver-haired Knight Templar says to Tobias Veleda, 'Open thy drunken eyes
then, child.'

'I attacked him,' an austere swordswoman says, cooing, to Tobias Veleda.

Tobias Veleda pouts at an austere swordswoman.

'To defend a friend is a noble cause, unless that friend is involved in a noble
fight,' a daughter of the light says.

'I want more water...' Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word.

Tobias Veleda bursts into tears.

'Why did i drink from the well?' Zar says cynically.

Aardwolf licks his lips and smiles.

An austere swordswoman says lovingly, 'Where did my love go?'

Doctor Anderson has arrived from the west.

'I think he's running away cause he doesn't want to be seen with you...' Tobias
Veleda says, slurring every word, to an austere swordswoman.

Doctor Anderson scowls.

Doctor Anderson says, 'More of you drug addicts, at it again I see!'

'Addicts!' Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk.

'Actually, I think it was the magic he could not take,' a daughter of the light
says.

Tobias Veleda peers around the room intently.

Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, 'Where?'

Doctor Anderson snarls at Tobias Veleda.

'The pump with help ease your pain,' Aardwolf says to an austere swordswoman.
[Info]: Tales of Sir Guy's ignorance of the foul things afoot in Nottingham
town, not to mention his utter indifference towards the plights of his serfs
are heard of all over the world thanks to Tancred's satire.

An austere swordswoman says lovingly, 'I used no magic.'

Zar says cynically, 'I did!'

Aardwolf snickers softly.

An austere swordswoman nods her agreement with Zar.


'Others did, and it makes him uncomfortable, he will usually leave,' a daughter
of the light says to an austere swordswoman.

An aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word, 'Yes, Have Some water,
Water Good.'

An austere swordswoman drinks from the trough of an old pump.

Tobias Veleda bursts into tears at the sight of the trough of an old pump.

An austere swordswoman begins feeling numb and fuzzy.

Aardwolf leaves north.

Doctor Anderson says to an austere swordswoman, 'Can I aid you in some way,
lady?'

'You can aid me!' Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to Doctor Anderson. 'Prescribe
me some of this water!'

Soze withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
The jaws of the abyss open up and a greater demon crawls forth.

'Can you convince my love that I am true to him?' an austere swordswoman says
lovingly to Doctor Anderson.

Doctor Anderson says to an austere swordswoman, 'How long has he been your
love?'

An austere swordswoman says, cooing, 'I only realized so this very hour,but it
feels as though I have loved him for an eternity.'

'We are soulmates,' an austere swordswoman says, cooing.

Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word, 'And tancred doesn't want to admit
it!'

Doctor Anderson says to an austere swordswoman, 'Perhaps it is too sudden for
him, then. Or perhaps the effect of this .... did you drink that water??'

Soze says frostily to an austere swordswoman, 'At a time where you would nt be
assisted by your socalled friends then.'

Doctor Anderson looks rather irritated.

Soze frowns.

With chilly disregard for his surroundings, Soze turns and leaves west.
A greater demon leaves west.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot staggers in from the west, reeking of alcohol
and mumbling to himself.

Tobias Veleda gives a leather waterskin to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot hiccups.

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly, 'Look in it.'

Tobias Veleda gets a leather waterskin from a huge sack of loot.

A daughter of the light says, 'The water had alot to do with this I might
think.'

[Gossip] Doctor Anderson: How long must these drug pushers wander among us
before we resist?

'Its firebreather!' Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

'Whash gain oon heer?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

An aspiring young doctor sighs loudly.

'Ishit?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

Tobias Veleda nods solemnly.

A daughter of the light says, 'We are still not closer to discovering what has
caused this.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot drinks from a leather waterskin.

Tobias Veleda puts a leather waterskin in a huge sack of loot.

'Och!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

An austere swordswoman says tenderly to Doctor Anderson, 'But it does not feel
as though I am merely drunk.'

Tobias Veleda gets a leather waterskin from a huge sack of loot.

A daughter of the light says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'It is not
firebeather, the pump is infected, it effects people differently.'

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly, 'Nono, its firebreather!'

'Eh?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot hiccups.

'Stop aggitating,' a daughter of the light says to Tobias Veleda.

A daughter of the light tickles Tobias Veleda.

'Isn't it?' Tobias Veleda says drunkenly to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Micht be abshinthe.'
Tobias Veleda gives a leather waterskin to an austere swordswoman.

'Just look inside, it is!' Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk.

'Abshinthe hash wormwood innit,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says,
apparently drunk.

Doctor Anderson says to an austere swordswoman, 'It must be a sophisticated
chemical compound to induce such emotional psycho-hallucinatory distortion!'

Doctor Anderson paces back and forth.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Which hash been knoown
tae mek ladsh inshane!'

Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, to Doctor Anderson, 'Its....uh...pink,
too!'

An austere swordswoman yells, 'I am not hallucinating!'

Doctor Anderson mutters, 'I might win a Nobel out of this one, if I can just
collect more data.'


'Please!' an austere swordswoman says, cooing, to Doctor Anderson. 'You must
help me. If he will not love me, I will die!'

An austere swordswoman mutters lovingly, 'Or maybe kill him.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'Hereshensheeegnash
abnash?'

An austere swordswoman looks dismayed.

An austere swordswoman mopes around, depressed.

Dismayed, an austere swordswoman shuffles away east.

Doctor Anderson sighs loudly.

A daughter of the light says, 'This is getting us no where, and we are no
closer to discovering what it is.'

An aspiring young doctor stands up.
A daughter of the light peers intently at the trough of an old pump.

'Hrrrish!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, to a
daughter of the light.

An aspiring young doctor says, apparently drunk, 'It gets us all drunk.'

'Hlk msh brrrt shmmmil!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

A daughter of the light says to an aspiring young doctor, 'Some drunk, some in
love, some who knows what.'

[Gossip]: an austere swordswoman sniffs sadly at a silver-haired Knight
Templar.

Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, 'Well, I've got stores of the stuff now!'

'Ghreeesh?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, to a
daughter of the light.

Tobias Veleda smiles happily.

An aspiring young doctor nods his agreement with a daughter of the light.

Aardwolf says to an aspiring young doctor, 'Some in love with being drunk.'

An aspiring young doctor laughs with amusement.

[Gossip] A silver-haired Knight Templar: Go find thyself a mate not to celibacy
sworn and of a suitable age as well!

[Gossip] An austere swordswoman: it can only be you. We are soulmates.

[Gossip] A silver-haired Knight Templar: And cut back on the garlic, too.

The fellow has arrived from the south.

[Gossip] A daughter of the light: good sir Knight, she is under some spell of
the water, and it would do you good to remember such, and not be so cruel with
your words

[Gossip] A silver-haired Knight Templar: 'Tis true. I fear it doth upset me to
be kissed by a woman unbeknownst to me, and in front of my father as well.

Tobias Veleda grins evilly.

Aardwolf covers his mouth with his hand and burps quietly to himself.

An aspiring young doctor drinks from the trough of an old pump.

[Gossip] A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot: Greeply hmmmish bershon freoop wlee
hiirlashielr?  Helllahsh ghreed beershon?

'My ...head doesn't feel so good, maybe I rest a bit,' Aardwolf says.

[Gossip] An austere swordswoman: perhaps we could go kiss somewhere more
private?

Aardwolf sits down and rests.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes a daughter of the light in the ribs.

[Gossip] A silver-haired Knight Templar: Non, 'twill not be, I tell thee,
woman, sober up.

A daughter of the light says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'I am sorry, my
mind is trying to figure this puzzle out.'

[Gossip]: an austere swordswoman hiccups.

[Gossip] An austere swordswoman: I am not drunk.

An aspiring young doctor says drunkenly, 'Water Good.'

An aspiring young doctor hugs Tobias Veleda.

An aspiring young doctor hugs a daughter of the light.

An aspiring young doctor grins evilly.

Tobias Veleda nods his agreement with an aspiring young doctor.

A daughter of the light smiles at an aspiring young doctor.

Tobias Veleda wobbles unsteadily and grabs at an aspiring young doctor for
support.

A daughter of the light hugs an aspiring young doctor.

'Frust say Heeeershooon!!!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.
'Ghreeeshly!  UPJIL HERRRSHNNN MERTOOO!'

Aardwolf says to a daughter of the light, 'Ye have yet to partake?'

An austere swordswoman says with dismay to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'You
will help me?'

'No, I have no desire to partake of the water,' a daughter of the light says to
Aardwolf.

'Hggree!!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, to an
austere swordswoman.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot frowns.

'Your missing a lot,' an aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word.

Doctor Anderson ponders the cloud of dust surrounding the pump.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot makes writing motions.

Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk, to Doctor Anderson, 'I've got a
question!'

'But water is the source of life, surely ye can live a little?' Aardwolf says
to a daughter of the light.

'Help Tancred to realize that he loves me!' an austere swordswoman says,
clearly upset, to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot. 'We are soulmates, I know
it!'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes an austere swordswoman in the ribs.

Doctor Anderson raises his eyebrow at Tobias Veleda.

Tobias Veleda says, slurring every word, to Doctor Anderson, 'Howcome you
aren't drinking?'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'Gfreeek!'

Tobias Veleda looks accusingly at Doctor Anderson.

'This is not water, it is tainted somehow,' a daughter of the light says to
Aardwolf.

An aspiring young doctor stands on his tip-toes and does a Snoopy-like dance of
joy!

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes a daughter of the light in the ribs.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot screams loudly!

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn dances in from the east, full of joy.

A daughter of the light tickles a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn pokes a faint pink mist - It's dead, Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly to a daughter of the light,
'Fgrrrrrpppp!'

'Ye go on faith?' Aardwolf says to a daughter of the light. 'Perhaps you should
....umm experiment.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn shudders.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot makes motions of writing.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes a daughter of the light in the ribs.

Dismayed, an austere swordswoman shuffles away east.

An aspiring young doctor smiles happily.

A daughter of the light says to Aardwolf, 'I have seen enough experiments, to
know that it is better I do not.'

'Hello friends,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says joyfully.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot points at the paper he had given.

'I am sorry m'lord, I do not understand,' a daughter of the light says to a
dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes a daughter of the light in the ribs.

A daughter of the light curtseys before Arturo Ni'Eyrinn gracefully.

An aspiring young doctor sweeps Arturo Ni'Eyrinn into a romantic waltz - aren't
they a striking couple?

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot points at the paper he had given the daughter of
the light.

'Hello,' an aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word.

'Have we made any progress into solving the accursed mystery of the pink
water?' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says exuberantly.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers to a daughter of the light.

'Ever here of the fellow who had his sights on the heavens?' Aardwolf says to a
daughter of the light.

'It's good thats all I know,' an aspiring young doctor says, apparently drunk.

'No, and everyone seems more interested in trying to get me to drink the water
then helping,' a daughter of the light says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Tobias Veleda nods his agreement with a daughter of the light.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn peers intently at a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly pink
tinge to it.

A silver-haired Knight Templar has arrived from the east.

Tobias Veleda says drunkenly, 'Cause its yummyyy!'

An austere swordswoman glides in from the east, exuding affection.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot reads a postcard from McDougan.

An austere swordswoman smiles at a silver-haired Knight Templar.

A daughter of the light reads a small piece of paper from McDougan.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot starts appending to a postcard from McDougan.

A silver-haired Knight Templar leaves west.

Ghimly arrives from the south, shrouded in the wisdom of the ages.

An aspiring young doctor wobbles unsteadily and grabs at a Norman guard for
support.

A Norman guard returns to a more at ease posture.

Ghimly nods wisely and leaves west.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot finishes writing on a postcard from McDougan.
An austere swordswoman bursts into tears.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a postcard from McDougan to a daughter
of the light.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers softly.

A daughter of the light reads a postcard from McDougan.

[Gossip]: an austere swordswoman sighs loudly.

A daughter of the light goes EEK! at a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot in distress
- isn't a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot an awful person for teasing?

An aspiring young doctor peers at Tobias Veleda, looking him up and down.

An aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word, 'Were drunk.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot tries to snatch back the card.

A daughter of the light says, 'Oh no, and it's made McDougan unable to speak
even what he could.'

An aspiring young doctor grins evilly.

Tobias Veleda comforts a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Tobias Veleda begins to twitch nervously.

'Gaaaaah!' Tobias Veleda says, apparently drunk. 'I want more!'

An austere swordswoman looks melancholy.

A daughter of the light gives a postcard from McDougan to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says exuberantly, 'Last I recall we were seeking the help of
an archdruid, for guidence in the arts of herblore,  It had been suggested that
the cause may be a bacteria in the water, possibly curable by some concauction
of herbs?'

Tobias Veleda looks depressed.

'Will you help me?' an austere swordswoman says, sad and melancholy, to Arturo
Ni'Eyrinn.

An aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word, 'More, More, More, I want
More.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot finishes writing on a postcard from McDougan.

'That is possible,' a daughter of the light says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn. 'I just
heard tales on the winds Slytherin seeks to claim the deed of poisoning the
water as well.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a postcard from McDougan to a daughter of
the light.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says joyfully to an austere swordswoman, 'Help you with what
m'lady?'


A daughter of the light reads a postcard from McDougan.

Slytherin enters, cackling with glee.

An aspiring young doctor says, apparently drunk, 'Poison?'

Slytherin says, 'I see it worked.'

An aspiring young doctor laughs with amusement.

Doctor Anderson raises his eyebrow at Slytherin.

A daughter of the light reads a postcard from McDougan.

'My love will not admit that he loves me,' an austere swordswoman says, voice
filled with a quiet sadness, to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn. 'He runs away when I try to
kiss him.'

An aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word, 'Its not posion its
Wonderful.'

Doctor Anderson says, 'Too many cackling fools claim credit for this drugging!'

A daughter of the light says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'Drink more
from the pump, no..from your wineskin, most likely.'

A daughter of the light gives a postcard from McDougan to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

'Greesh!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

'Ahh I see, but how did he poision wells in 3 different ages, and 5 different
towns simultaneously, surely you are not suggesting that he is that powerful?'
Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says exuberantly.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot struggles off west, staggering from side to side
and singing a little song.

Doctor Anderson says to Slytherin, 'Why should we believe you? What have you
done?'

'It was a mistake really it was,' Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson.

Sir Asguard has arrived from the west.

Doctor Anderson glares icily at Slytherin.

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'Some how the wrong vial got poured in to
the well.'

An aspiring young doctor sweeps Sir Asguard into a romantic waltz - aren't they
a striking couple?

Slytherin cackles gleefully at Doctor Anderson - whatever he's going to do to
him, glad it's not you!

'You claim deed for this?' a daughter of the light says to Slytherin. 'Then
what is it?'

Sir Asguard says, 'Don't dance we me.'

'Why are you concerned with the well?' an austere swordswoman says, voice
filled with a quiet sadness. 'Didn't I say that it does nothing?'

Doctor Anderson says to Slytherin, 'All this, caused by some vile vial? What of
the winds and the mists?'

Tobias Veleda sniffles loudly.

'Of course i claim deed for this,' Slytherin says to a daughter of the light.

Tobias Veleda goes ACK TTTTHHHHHPPPPPPTTTTTT!

Tobias Veleda sniffs sadly at the trough of an old pump.

'Have some Water, Water Good,' an aspiring young doctor says, slurring every
word.

Sir Asguard says, 'No thanks i already drank.'

An aspiring young doctor pouts at Sir Asguard.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn peers intently at a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly pink
tinge to it.

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'You see sir.'

'Oh really?' a daughter of the light says to Slytherin. 'Then what have you
done?'

Sir Asguard glances around the room.

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'People have underestimated my abilities for
a long time now.'

Doctor Anderson mutters, almost a whisper, 'Perhaps this fellow will share the
formula with me....'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a postcard from McDougan to a daughter of
the light.

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'I do have the cure.'

A daughter of the light reads a postcard from McDougan.

An aspiring young doctor wobbles unsteadily and grabs at Doctor Anderson for
support.

A daughter of the light says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'You did not
drink from the pump?'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot grabs Slytherin by the collar.

Slytherin goes EEK! in distress.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot shakes his head.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
Slytherin has created a glass vial!

Doctor Anderson threatens Slytherin.

'Breath in his face,' a daughter of the light says.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn crosses himself and begins to pray.

Trey leaves west.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
Slytherin has created a vial of vile green goo!

Sir Asguard leaves west.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot breathes on Slytherin
Arturo Ni'Eyrinn mutters, kindness evident, 'Heathans.'

A daughter of the light growls.

A daughter of the light says, 'Excuse me a moment.'

Slytherin flips head over heels.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says kindly, 'I do not believe him.'

'Neither do I,' an austere swordswoman says, quite melancholy. 'He does not
seem capable.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a postcard from McDougan to Doctor
Anderson.
Doctor Anderson says, 'Now what would I want with this?'
Doctor Anderson raises his eyebrow at a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Doctor Anderson drops a postcard from McDougan.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers to Doctor Anderson.

With a sad smile, an austere swordswoman quietly leaves south.

An aspiring young doctor reaches out for the pump but missing and falls on the
ground hard.

'Odd that mist seems new,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, kindness evident.

An austere swordswoman walks in from the south in a gloomy fog.

Aardwolf sniffs cautiously at a faint pink mist.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers softly.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn leans closer to the pink mist, trying to get a feel for it.

An austere swordswoman mopes around, depressed.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn inhales deeply, drawing copious ammounts of the mist into his
lungs.

An aspiring young doctor stands up.
An aspiring young doctor stumbles about and falls back to the ground.

Tobias Veleda blinks at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

An aspiring young doctor sighs loudly.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn faints.

Tobias Veleda goes EEK! at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn in distress - isn't Arturo
Ni'Eyrinn an awful person for teasing?

Doctor Anderson blinks.

Doctor Anderson kneels down beside Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Aardwolf makes a milky liquid out of a garlic bulb.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says kindly, 'Odd, i feel rather faint.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn blinks.

Doctor Anderson says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Snap out of it!'

Mademoiselle Rosaline arrives from the west, an earnest expression on her face.

An aspiring young doctor says, apparently drunk, 'I can't get up, Water won't
let me get up.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a postcard from McDougan to Mademoiselle
Rosaline.

Tobias Veleda waves a welcome to Mademoiselle Rosaline. Hello!

An aspiring young doctor stands up.

Slytherin throws his head back and cackles with insane glee!

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes Mademoiselle Rosaline in the ribs.

The fellow leaves north.

Slytherin nonchalantly flips some vile green goo.

An aspiring young doctor cheers wildly!

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot points at the card.

'What's going on?' Mademoiselle Rosaline says earnestly.

Slytherin says, 'The cure is here.'

Slytherin says, 'What do I get in return for it?'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot points at the card he had given.

Aardwolf peers at Slytherin, looking him up and down.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, kindness evident, 'Placebos are no solution.'

'Water, have some,' an aspiring young doctor says drunkenly.

The pale orange light reflects off of a few wispy clouds in the deepening blue
sky.

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'What will thou give me for the cure.'

Doctor Anderson says to Slytherin, 'I might spare your miserable life.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn begins to twitch nervously.

Slytherin laughs at Doctor Anderson.

Aardwolf says, 'Sorry but I would take pink mists over green goo any day.'

Aardwolf chuckles politely.

Doctor Anderson says to Slytherin, 'You try my patience.'

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

'You're not a very good doctor!' Tobias Veleda says, rather depressed, to
Doctor Anderson. 'I bet mertjai coulda figured this out real fast!'

'Don't test me,' Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, kindness evident, 'Very odd, odd indeed.'

Doctor Anderson says to Tobias Veleda, 'And where is your precious Mertjai when
you need her? Hm?'

An austere swordswoman walks in from the west in a gloomy fog.

A Norman guard returns to a more at ease posture.

Slytherin whispers quietly to Doctor Anderson.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot sulks in the corner.

'Not here!' Tobias Veleda says, rather depressed, to Doctor Anderson.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot drinks from a hogshead barrel of ale.
Aardwolf says, 'I know a touch of herbslore, what are we in search of?'

An aspiring young doctor peers at Doctor Anderson, looking him up and down.

Doctor Anderson says to Tobias Veleda, 'You should stay drunk, you're no help
at all.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn begins an operation on you, stopping almost too late,
realizing he has mistaken his sword for a scalpel again.

Tobias Veleda says, sounding depressed, to Doctor Anderson, 'Don't mind if I
do!'

Doctor Anderson says to Aardwolf, 'Can you tell us the source of what has
fouled the water?'

Fuego Inferno says firmly, 'Freaks!'

Tobias Veleda takes a few more drinks from the pump, grinning the whole time.

Tobias Veleda looks drunk.

An aspiring young doctor pokes Doctor Anderson in the ribs.

Tobias Veleda smiles happily.

An austere swordswoman cries on Fuego Inferno's shoulder.

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'Might i talk to you for a minute sir?'

Doctor Anderson says to Aardwolf, 'I think it has something to do with a mist,
or some dust.'

Aardwolf says to Doctor Anderson, 'Let me sample it carfully.'

Aardwolf drinks from the trough of an old pump.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn shudders.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn stands up.

Aardwolf spits out some bubbly pink liquid.

Slytherin says, 'And seeing that it has caused trouble.'

'Gosh, thats not what was in there earlier,' Aardwolf says.

'Hjjjreee!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

Tobias Veleda reads a postcard from McDougan.

Tobias Veleda blinks.

Tobias Veleda looks at a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, boggled.

Slytherin says, 'I will be  gentleman like and tell you how to fix it.'

'Has it changed?' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says kindly.

An austere swordswoman says, voice filled with a quiet sadness, 'There are no
gentlemen.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn peers intently at the trough of an old pump.
An austere swordswoman hangs her head.

Tobias Veleda comforts an austere swordswoman.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers to a postcard from McDougan, but it
doesn't seem to care.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn raises his eyebrow at an austere swordswoman.

Aardwolf says to Doctor Anderson, 'The color is familiar, but it doesn't seem
to have the same effects.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot struggles off west, staggering from side to side
and singing a little song.

Doctor Anderson says to Aardwolf, 'Some kind of chemical reaction?'

Slytherin rolls his eyes heavenward.

An aspiring young doctor drinks from the trough of an old pump.

Aardwolf says to Doctor Anderson, 'I would think, at first, but the color is
rather unnateral.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says kindly to Doctor Anderson, 'It all started with an
earthquake remember.'

'Perhaps, magic rather than an herb at all,' Aardwolf says to Doctor Anderson.

Slytherin whispers quietly to Aardwolf.
It sounded like 'You are holding the cure my friend.' to you.

An aspiring young doctor stands on his tip-toes and does a Snoopy-like dance of
joy!

Sir Asguard hangs his head.

Aardwolf gets a garlic bulb from a DERT bag.

An aspiring young doctor wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

Aardwolf makes a milky liquid out of a garlic bulb.

Doctor Anderson says to Aardwolf, 'I know nothing of magic...I'm not sure I
even believe in it. But if it is magic, how do we trace the spell to its
source?'

An aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word, 'I feel......'

Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson, 'Are you daft old man?'

An aspiring young doctor wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

'I am sitting here telling you i did it,' Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson.

Slytherin glares icily at Doctor Anderson.

'You do not have the wisdom to do this young man,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says kindly
to Slytherin.

'Oh do I not now?' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Aardwolf says to Doctor Anderson, 'Who was effected directly by all this,
besides the drunkenness?'

Sir Asguard says, 'I don't need any of that water i'm already freaking crazy.'

An austere swordswoman comforts Sir Asguard.

Tobias Veleda gives a small piece of paper from Tobias to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

Aardwolf says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'I dont know if this will
help, but it might slow the process some, lord knows what might happen over
time.'

Sir Asguard says, 'Just shoot me now and get it over with i'm sick.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nonchalantly flips a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly
pink tinge to it.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Where did thou get that?'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pokes Aardwolf in the ribs.

Zar says cynically, 'Mcdougan must be in heaven, free booze!'

Slytherin peers intently at the trough of an old pump.

Slytherin says, 'Wait a minute.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'I dnnnrrr tnnnt it
wrrrtsh.'

'I just realized this is not my doing,' Slytherin says to Doctor Anderson.

Zar says cynically, 'Yeah i heard what you just said.'

Slytherin peers at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, looking him up and down.

'Sir again I ask where did you obtain that vial,' Slytherin says to Arturo
Ni'Eyrinn.


A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot drinks from a hogshead barrel of ale.


'I took a sample the last time i saw this phenomenon,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says
gently.

'*concentrates I tnnnnnnnnnnk iiiit mmmmmmmmmmcht wrrrrrrrrrrk!' a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

Doctor Anderson chuckles politely at Slytherin's feeble witticism.

Doctor Anderson says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Did you get it analyzed?'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn,
'Hvvvvvvv mrrrrrr.'

A dark and swirling wind whistles through the trees.

An aspiring young doctor says, slurring every word, 'Evil water.'

Slytherin says to Aardwolf, 'Lets work together.'

'This is not my doing,' Slytherin says to Aardwolf.

Aardwolf says to Slytherin, 'Sounds good.'

'The pink mist is different,' Slytherin says to Aardwolf.

Slytherin says to Aardwolf, 'Whom have i seen with a similar mist.'

An aspiring young doctor looks up into the sky and ponders.

'I have seen a pink mist before as well, but where,' Aardwolf says to
Slytherin.

[Gossip] An austere swordswoman: I have been spurned.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Might i see that?'

'Bshtnnnn t hlllll ppnnn up?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently
drunk, to Slytherin.

'How can i trust a man that claims to have caused this?' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says,
kindness evident.

An aspiring young doctor wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

An aspiring young doctor sits down and rests.

'Who is a pin-up?' an austere swordswoman says, voice filled with a quiet
sadness.

'If he truely had caused it, wouldn't he have demands, or reasoning?' Aardwolf
says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Doctor Anderson raises his eyebrow at an austere swordswoman.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn gives a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly pink tinge to it
to Slytherin.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'I , I did cause the first one.'

An austere swordswoman shrugs in response to Doctor Anderson's words.

'This is a stronger power,' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, kindness evident, to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot,
'What can i help you with sir?'

An austere swordswoman says, voice filled with a quiet sadness, 'I going to go
cry into my pillow now.'

Slytherin withdraws inwards and begins chanting under his breath.

Slytherin gasps as the vial is enshrouded with a pink mist similar to the one
around the pump.

Slytherin sticks his finger in Tobias' mouth as he yawns.

Slytherin giggles.

Tobias Veleda goes EEK! at Slytherin in distress - isn't Slytherin an awful
person for teasing?

Tobias Veleda coughs loudly.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Rrrrrrrd!'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, kindness evident, to Slytherin, 'I noticed that
earlier.'

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Just as i thought.'

Slytherin gives a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly pink tinge to it to
Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

'P'prrrrr!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

Aardwolf says, 'I haven't learned to purify yet.'

Aardwolf scuffles his feet around in the dirt.

'My friends,' Slytherin says.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says gently to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'I don't
understand?'

Aardwolf says, 'I am not along that far in my studies.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, kindness evident, 'Purify ahh purify why did i not think
of that before.'

Slytherin says, 'If we don't find a cure in an hour everyone who has drank of
this pump will die of suffocation.'

Aardwolf says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'I know my master the Archdruid of Tara
could help, maybe I could ask him.'

Slytherin says, 'Someone has enchanted this pump with a powerful spell.'

Slytherin says, 'It is imperative we find a cure.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nods his agreement with Slytherin.

'Sir lets us be off,' Slytherin says to Aardwolf.

'Come with?' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Aardwolf says to Slytherin, 'Lets give it a shot.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nods solemnly.

'Ish cured me!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly. 'Shlooly.'

Slytherin points at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

'Follow him,' Slytherin says.

'I a not familiar with this archdruid,' Slytherin says.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says gently to Slytherin, 'Another idea may be the apotheker
in klein he is a master as well.'

'He is my master, a bit daft at times, but of great knowlegde,' Aardwolf says
to Slytherin.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot joins Arturo Ni'Eyrinn's group.

'What say we start in klien,' Slytherin says to Aardwolf.

'Whit wash thatch vial I wash gien?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says,
slurring every word, to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Slytherin joins Arturo Ni'Eyrinn's group.

'Sounds good,' Aardwolf says to Slytherin.

An aspiring young doctor wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

Aardwolf joins Arturo Ni'Eyrinn's group.

A cardinal has arrived from the east.

Slytherin says, 'Time is of the essence we need to go.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn departs west on a mission of mercy.
Aardwolf leaves west.
Slytherin leaves west.
A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot struggles off west, staggering from side to side
and singing a little song.


Apotheke
This shop is full of strange powders and potions, and several odd smells
assault your nose at once. There are shelves filled with bottles and boxes,
and several stone mortars and pestles of different sizes.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn arrives from the north with a kind, gentle smile on his face.
Aardwolf has arrived from the north.
Slytherin has arrived from the north.
A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot staggers in from the north, reeking of alcohol
and mumbling to himself.

Aardwolf smiles at the apotheker.

'Greeting sisr,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'We have a dire situation.'

Aardwolf nods his agreement with Slytherin.

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'I know you do not trust me But we need your
help.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn smiles happily.

The apotheker looks up into the sky and ponders.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says gently, 'We have found a master of herblore, perhaps he
can assist us in delving into what this foul water is.'

The apotheker says, 'Tell me of your situation, and I will consider helping
you.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn,
'Boot whit aboot whit cured ush?'

'There is this pinkish mist surround the pump in nottingham and several other
water sources,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

Aardwolf says to Slytherin, 'Perhaps you should tell him how it started...your
part.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nonchalantly flips a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly
pink tinge to it.

'I was forming a rather testy spell in my laboratory yes with the intent to do
harm,' Slytherin says to the apotheker. 'But it was not meant for the public
water source.'

'We will get to that,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says kindly to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

'When i was fightin with Gaelus the vial broke and leaked in to the water
sources of this land,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

The apotheker ponders Slytherin's existence.

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'I have tried the cure but alas .'

A minx with an innocent smile peers around the room intently.

Aardwolf whispers quietly to the apotheker.
It sounded like 'I think perhaps the spell got away from him, it is becoming
quite serious.' to you.

The apotheker says to Slytherin, 'You should pay dearly for this idiocy.'

'But alas a more powerful magician has retainted the well,' Slytherin says to
the apotheker. 'In an hour all who drunk of it will die of suffocation.'

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'As I should.'

Slytherin hangs his head.

The apotheker grumbles to Slytherin.

'But not now,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers softly.

'It seems to have mutated, I recall when the foul water leaked, the earth
shuddered and the water turned to its tainted color,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says,
kindness evident, to the apotheker.

A minx with an innocent smile rolls her eyes, exasperated with Slytherin.

'Never up to any good, are you?' a minx with an innocent smile says slyly to
Slytherin.

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'Put aside oall of our differences.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Theer ish un theeng.'

The apotheker sighs wistfully at the sight of Slytherin.

'I beg of you help,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

'Anything you ask I will get,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

The apotheker says to Slytherin, 'Where did I got wrong? You had such promise
at one time...'

Aardwolf says to the apotheker, 'Myself, and a man of the cloth attest to his
sincerity.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'When... t wash eithrr arturo rr
aardwulf gied me a vial and tauld me tae dreenk it wash shrrt o' milky, nnd it
cured m' inability tae shpeek prooply?'

Aardwolf points at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

'We have a sample, pehaps that would help you to assist us?' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn
says, kindness evident, to the apotheker.

Slytherin hangs his head.

'Boot I hed verra little,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

The apotheker says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Spill it out upon my table, across
these herbal powders.'

'Would you like to try another dose?' Aardwolf says to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot nods solemnly.

The apotheker gestures across his counter.

'As many years as i had been at that school I failed to learn humbleness as my
brother has as well,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

Aardwolf makes a milky liquid out of a garlic bulb.

Aardwolf gives a glass vial containing a milky liquid to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn empty's a small vials contents of pinkish bubbly liquid upon
the table.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Nae, I dunnae tink it wash like
thatch.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'It hed a wee bit o'
a yellowish tinge tae it.'

The apotheker glances at each herbal powder, watching for evidence of some
color change.

The apotheker paces back and forth.

Aardwolf looks up into the sky and ponders.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Ye hed ushed the vial
befeer?'

Aardwolf says, 'I will be able to be a master like this some day.'

Aardwolf nods to himself - he must be getting senile.

Slytherin glances at the powder on the table.

Slytherin snaps his fingers. ATTITUDE!

'Whit frrr?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

'I never clean my vials properly,' Aardwolf says to a dishevelled, hiccupping
Scot.

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'Sir I think it is missing something.'

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
Slytherin has created a vial of vile green goo!

A scruffy puppy joins a minx with an innocent smile's group.

The apotheker raises his eyebrow at Slytherin.

A minx with an innocent smile pets a scruffy puppy lovingly.

Slytherin empties some vile green goo.

The apotheker says, 'Of course! The catalyst.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn crosses himself and begins to pray.

The apotheker says to Aardwolf, 'This is why you could not discover the source
before.'

Slytherin nods solemnly.

'Heathan,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn mumbles kindly.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn looks quiet.

Slytherin watches as the dust begins to change color and burn a bright pink.

Aardwolf says to the apotheker, 'I am not allowed to mix my potions yet, I
guess that is for a good reason.'

Aardwolf smiles happily.

The apotheker blinks.

The apotheker nods his agreement with Slytherin.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn sticks his finger into the pink mess upon the table.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'NO!!'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn promply removes his finger placing it directly into his mouth.

Slytherin douses Arturo's finger with a waterskin.

Slytherin goes EEK! in distress.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn faints.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn lies down and goes to sleep.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Weet!'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn wakes and sits up.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn begins to twitch nervously.

'You certainly have a way of making your messes big ,' Aardwolf says to
Slytherin.

Aardwolf smiles at Slytherin.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Sir are you okay?'

The apotheker says to Slytherin, 'Quick thinking...'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'I tink it shauld ahe a
wee bit garrrlic in it, nnd be muir yeloo?'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn begins to twitch nervously.

A minx with an innocent smile says slyly, 'But his incompetence is rather fun.'

The apotheker says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'This man may well have saved your
hand.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn peers at his hand intently.

Slytherin paces back and forth.

A mangy cat begins washing himself carefully.

'That is almost exclusively garlic, I could try adding to it perhaps,' Aardwolf
says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'It wash a contaminated
vial wi' a garrrrlic broo that helped cure ush.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn peers at Slytherin, shuddering uncontrollably.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Isha wroong colour.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot looks up into the sky and ponders.

'We need to get rid of this,' Slytherin says.

'Och, I ken!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a glass vial containing a milky liquid to
Aardwolf.

'I feel the cure would be more important than the cause, just now,' Aardwolf
says to the apotheker.

Aardwolf says, 'I am a touch worried about the people.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn tries to get to his feet but cannot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a leather waterskin to Aardwolf.

A mangy cat begins washing himself carefully.

'I told them to drink up, when I thought it was harmless,' Aardwolf says.

Aardwolf scuffles his feet around in the dirt.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Heersh shoom o' the
dreenksh!'

'Don't be,' a minx with an innocent smile says slyly to Aardwolf. 'They are
more fun this way.'

The apotheker says to Slytherin, 'Take a look at these herbal powders.'

Slytherin takes a few steps backwards.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'The veil boot nishely
alchoholic unsh.'

Aardwolf says to a minx with an innocent smile, 'I love them, to play with,
they don't make good friends without a pulse.'

Aardwolf smiles happily.

Slytherin nods his agreement with the apotheker.

Slytherin mutters, 'My brother Genocide never had this problem.'

'But they are only acting strangely,' a minx with an innocent smile says, sly
as a fox. 'Not dead.'

A minx with an innocent smile spits on the ground.

The apotheker says to Slytherin, 'I think that the garlic and juniper are your
best option.'

'We fear that may only be the begining, things are changing,' Aardwolf says to
a minx with an innocent smile.

Slytherin nods his agreement with the apotheker.

'Genocide,' a minx with an innocent smile says disgustedly.

The apotheker says to Slytherin, 'The garlic for reinforcing the recovery, the
juniper for purity. A nasty drink indeed.'

'Can someone purchase the juniper?' Slytherin says.

The apotheker says, 'I would not charge you for it.'

Slytherin nods his agreement with the apotheker.

The apotheker gives a 3 sprigs of juniper to Slytherin.

Slytherin says to the apotheker, 'Thank you sir.'

Slytherin kneels down before the apotheker.

A minx with an innocent smile glares icily at the apotheker.

'Thank you for looking past our friends past mistakes,' Aardwolf says to the
apotheker.

'You have humbled me this day,' Slytherin says to the apotheker.

The apotheker nods his agreement with Aardwolf.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn tries to get to his feet but cannot.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn ponders his own existence - better keep an eye on him.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot adds a little bit of ale to the mix.

Slytherin stands and helps Arturo to his feet.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn stands up.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn looks up into the sky and ponders.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Thash'll heelp!'

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn wobbles around unsteadily - better sniff his breath!

Aardwolf says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'Ahh, thats what was missing.'

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
The air around Arturo Ni'Eyrinn crackles with a black energy which slowly fades
away.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn goes EEK! in distress.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'That will help restore you.'

'Calm down,' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

'Nnd ushquebeg,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, barely audible, 'Magicks.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn falls to his knees and begins to pray.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'No offense we have exactly 15 minutes .'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn talks quietly to himself.

Slytherin says, 'Lets go back to the well.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pours a bit of whiskey in.

Aardwolf says, 'I beleive we should hurry ourselves back, who knowshow many
have drunk the poison in our absence.'

'Ish it reedy?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

'Let us go,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper.

'Weet!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn thanks the apotheker heartily.

'We need the cure befrrr it daesh ony guid!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot
says drunkenly.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn crosses himself and looks pious.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

Slytherin nods as the juniper turns a bright blue.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn leaves north, sneaking off quietly.
Slytherin leaves north.
A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot stumbles about, forgetting which way he was
going.
Aardwolf leaves north.

Aardwolf says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'I forgot that your alcohol
tolerence would change the effects a bit, that should do it.'

With a sly wink and a meaningful nod, a minx with an innocent smile slips away
north.


...we return to:

The Town Square
This is the gathering place for the folk of Nottingham. A tall gallows has
been erected here. Executions are held and well attended for common thieves,
poachers and special festivities are held when a suspected member of the
outlaw band is captured. Watling Road continues east to the Castle and west
toward the gates. Gilbert Lane runs in a north-south direction here crossing
the square.
[Exits: n e s w]
A pink mist seems to hover over the pump.
The pink mist entices you to drink from the pump...it couldn't be so bad, could
it?
A notice board has been erected here.
An old pump here sits ready to gush forth water into a wooden trough.
The water in the pump seems pinkish and bubbly...surely it's nothing.
A pile of tartan rags lies in a gutter, snoring and reeking of ale.
Aardwolf is standing here.
Slytherin is standing here.
Grey eyes piercing your very soul, a careworn priest laments sadly.
A physician pauses to regain his breath before dashing to his next appointment.
A Norman stands guard here.


A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pours in additional whiskey.

Slytherin gulps nervously.

Slytherin says, 'Lets hopes this works.'

Aardwolf nods solemnly.


Aardwolf sits down and rests.

Aardwolf relaxes and turns his thoughts to the earth.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn drops to his knees and begins to pray for protection.

'Theersha alchohol,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.
Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'I would not do that just yet sir.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'Even if a wee bit
went intae the pump.'

Aardwolf chants a slow mantra to the earth.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn talks quietly to himself.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly to Slytherin, 'What is that?'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'It'll hae fallen.'

Slytherin says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'Not yet.'

Slytherin drops the herbs in the hole in the earth.

Slytherin giggles.
Arturo Ni'Eyrinn gets out his bible, and begins turning pages frantically.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers softly.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Boot....'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot bursts into tears.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
Slytherin has created a vial of vile green goo!

Aardwolf stands up.

Slytherin empties some vile green goo.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, 'Aul thatch
alchohol....'

Slytherin waves a nine pointed jewel called the mystic Ring Key.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Thish besht shtill be
alchoholic when purified!'

Aardwolf says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'We can go out for ale
afterward, my treat.'

Aardwolf winks suggestively at a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot beams delightedly.

Slytherin is knocked to his knees as the earth starts to shake.

Slytherin kneels down on the ground.

'Nnd the purified firebreethrrr?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring
every word.

'We cuid put it in mony mony larrrge barrelsh?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot
says drunkenly.

Slytherin with draws inward and begins chanting under his breath

Slytherin slowly gets up as the hole closes.

Aardwolf kneels down on the ground.

'Weel?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, to Slytherin.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn continues to pray quietly.

'Well, shall we give it a try?' Aardwolf says.

[Info] Slytherin: I ask that all who have been affected by the recent poison to
go to your nearest water source and drink please

Slytherin nods his agreement with Aardwolf.

[Info] Mistress Darla: don't trust Slytherin!

Aardwolf crosses his fingers.

[Info] Slytherin: if you do not trust me all will die

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot drinks from a hogshead barrel of ale.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gives a hogshead barrel of ale to Arturo
Ni'Eyrinn.

'Dreenk!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

[Info] Renstav: Isn't that a somewhat redundant threat?

[Info] Mistress Darla: mmhmm

Aardwolf drinks from the trough of an old pump.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'I woont tae hae the barrel,
boot.'

[Info] Slytherin: Not by my hand

Aardwolf begins to twitch nervously.

'Cannae washte the ale!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

[Info] Arturo: then trust me, drink.

[Info] Slytherin: You will die of suffocation.

Slytherin drinks from the trough of an old pump.

[Info] Cirus: It works!

[Info]: Slytherin falls to his knees and worships the earth and sky.

[Info] Slytherin: My god it worked with 5 minutes to spare

[Info] Slytherin: blinks

[Info] The apotheker: This time, Slytherin tells the truth.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn drinks from the trough of an old pump.

[Info]: Slytherin blinks.

Slytherin growls.

Slytherin says, 'What the hell am I doing here.'

Slytherin stands.

Slytherin glares at nothing in particular.

'Ah I see you have found a cure,' Slytherin says.

Slytherin throws his head back and cackles with insane glee!

'You helped with that, and so did the apotheker, you have mended the rift
between you,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper.

Slytherin says, 'I did what!'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn gives a hogshead barrel of ale to a dishevelled, hiccupping
Scot.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn comforts a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Errrr...'

'Sorry I did not know,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, barely audible, to a
dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Ye dae
realish thatch they aul noo hae aul shrrtsh o' tingsh in the qwatrrr.'

'Drink two of those a day , in a week you'll be as good as new,' Aardwolf says
to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Slytherin glares at nothing in particular.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'Noo, iff ish a
mutatin poishon, whitr dae ye get when the poishon mikshed wi' cure mutatesh?'

Slytherin says, 'Bah i got work to do i cannot stay here.'

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
Slytherin slowly fades from sight.

Aardwolf giggles.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot shudders.

'Er...' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, to Aardwolf.

'Weel?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly to Aardwolf.

Slytherin leaves west.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'I woont tae get shoom purified
firebreethrr 'ere it mutatesh intae shoomthin horrible.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn ponders a vial of bubbly water, with a slightly pink tinge to
it's existence.

'Cure and poishon cuid mutate!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

Aardwolf nods his agreement with a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly, 'Still a bit of the true poison left.'

'And the curesh in there ash weel,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says
drunkenly.

'Could always feed it too the romans,' Aardwolf says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Aardwolf throws his head back and cackles with insane glee!

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Which giesh the poishon
shoomthin tae mutate WI.'

Slytherin has arrived from the west.
Slytherin blinks.

'I can't stop this,' Slytherin says.

'Dreenk the barrel!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word,
to Aardwolf.

Slytherin shudders.

Aardwolf drinks from a hogshead barrel of ale.

'Is everyone all right?' Slytherin says.

Aardwolf burps loudly.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot comforts Slytherin.

Aardwolf says, 'Ahh, now thats the good stuff I remember.'

'Gie heer?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

Aardwolf gives a hogshead barrel of ale to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot gets a shining pewter quaich from a huge sack of
loot.

A single last bubble burbles up from the bottom of the pump. *PLURP*

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot fills a shining pewter quaich from the trough of
an old pump.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers softly.
Arturo Ni'Eyrinn pounces on the trough of an old pump before you can even think
of touching it.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot empties a shining pewter quaich.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'BOOT ISH NAE
LOONGRRR ALCHOHOLIC!'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot whimpers softly.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot faints.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

Slytherin goes in to a trance as a gust of winds is flung from his hands
dissapating the mist.

Slytherin gasps in astonishment.

Slytherin says, 'Master.'

Slytherin says, 'Don't leave me again master Xianadu.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn gets a large bottle and wafts the mist into it.


'It isn't over. I wasn't cured..' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Slytherin shudders.

'I feel empty,' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

'Cured o' whit?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, to
Slytherin.

Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'And cold.'

The night has begun.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.

Slytherin kneels down on the ground.

'Oh my god,' Slytherin says.

The earth breathes a sigh of relief. Heroism and wisdom have solved the mystery
of the poison pump. All hail Slytherin! Arturo! Aardwolf! McDougan! And all
those others who aided them.

'My soul....' Slytherin says.

Slytherin peers at himself myopically.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn smiles happily.

'It's gone,' Slytherin says.

And yet....what is this strang sadness overcoming our hero of the hour,
Slytherin...? Stay tuned.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nods solemnly.

Slytherin shudders.

'We musht find itch!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Slythrrrin, can ye reopen the
way tae the shorsh o' watrrr?'

'I don't think you want to find it,' Slytherin says to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'Pleesh?'

Slytherin says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'That is what was keeping me
evil.'

'We need tae get it, then purify it,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says,
apparently drunk.

[Gossip] A minx with an innocent smile: *unlocks chaykin from her coffin, now
that the pink menace is gone*

'Richt, open that way tae the source o' water!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot
says, apparently drunk.

Slytherin faints.

'The pink misht ish doon theer!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring
every word.

[Gossip] Mademoiselle Rosaline: pink menace??

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn poses attractively and models a crystal bottle, filled with a
pink mist.

[Gossip] A minx with an innocent smile: the tinged water in the wells

[Gossip] Mademoiselle Rosaline: ah, :)

Slytherin wakes and shakes his head.

Slytherin says, 'Who where am I.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Ish nae doon theer?'

[Gossip] A blonde biker babe: I thought maybe she meant a pinkeye plague...

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, 'Gie me
thatch bottle.'

'No,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper.

Slytherin peers at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn, looking him up and down.

'Where am I sir?' Slytherin says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'Dont open it
ever.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot puts a shining pewter quaich in a large sack.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper, 'You are in nottingham.'

Slytherin twirls on his toe and falls into Doctor Anderson's arms with a deep
sigh.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn gives a crystal bottle, filled with a pink mist to a
dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Slytherin says, 'What?'

Slytherin says, 'Where?'

'Shlytherinsh shoul ish in theer!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says,
slurring every word. 'I musht!'

'Boot, coom, tae a shafe plashe!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says,
apparently drunk.

'Who is this Slytherin you speak of?' Slytherin says to a dishevelled,
hiccupping Scot.

Slytherin peers at a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, looking him up and down.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper, 'No, you cannot you will kill us all.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Troosht ush.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot struggles off east, staggering from side to side
and singing a little song.

Slytherin looks at Arturo Ni'Eyrinn questioningly.

Slytherin shudders a little as a hole opens in the earth beneath him.

Slytherin says, 'Should i follow him?'

Slytherin goes EEK! in distress.

Slytherin takes a few steps backwards.

'What what is that?' Slytherin says.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn leaves down, sneaking off quietly.
You follow Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Caer Calon-y-rewyrch
This is a fair-sized, cozy sleeping chamber. A single fire-globe, like the
ones in the Chamber of Light, bobs and meanders through the air. The entire
far wall is glass, and looks out upon an aquatic scene. Tropical fish and
other sealife swim by, occasio nally stopping to peer through the glass.
Richly embroidered tapestries, depicting certain Celtic myths and legends,
hang from the remaining three walls. Something seems odd about them, though.
The bed, which takes up a good portion of the space, is a large slab of gray
marble, upon which rests a thick, soft feather mattress. A richly polished
desk and a chair sit in front of the glass wall. There are assorted strange
devices on the desk. The only door from the room lies to the south, leading
back to the Garden.
[Exits: none]
A large desk takes up most of one of the walls here.
Grey eyes piercing your very soul, a careworn priest laments sadly.
Slytherin has arrived from above.
Aardwolf has arrived from above.

Slytherin looks scared.

Slytherin peers around the room intently.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, barely audible, 'Dont be afraid.'

Slytherin says, rather frightened, 'This place is familiar to me.'

Slytherin says, sounding afraid, 'But i can't remeber.'

Aardwolf peers around the room intently.

Slytherin takes a few steps backwards.

Aardwolf says, 'How did we get here?'

Aardwolf knocks on the stout cherrywood door.

Slytherin says, rather frightened, 'I don't know.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper, 'Odd.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn hits the stout cherrywood door with a sickening 'thud' that
hurts him more than it!

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn slumps to the ground, unconscious.

'But something is in the back of my mind,' Slytherin says, looking scared.

Aardwolf says, 'This is becoming more and more of a twisted tale.'

Aardwolf chuckles politely.

Slytherin peers around the room intently.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper, 'I cannot get us out.'

The double doors breaks open as Arturo Ni'Eyrinn crashes into it with all his
strength!

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot staggers in from above, reeking of alcohol and
mumbling to himself.

Garden of Unearthly Delights, Caer Calon-y-rewyrch
A cool breeze ruffles your hair as you walk into this garden. It would be
better described as a miniature forest, as it covers an expanse of land
greater than most villages and there is no order or pattern here commonly
associated with gardens. Wilderness is left to run as it pleases, with large,
vine-covered trees providing shade to the welcome guest, and bushes of vibrant
wildflowers dotting the occasionally green glade. You catch the occasional
glimpse of animals, deer and other forest creatures, among the shadows in
between overhanging boughs. Birdsong permeates the gentle air. To the west,
there is a golden arch leading to the Chamber of Light. 
[Exits: n w]
(Glowing) There seems to be a small shrine in one of the larger clearings.

Slytherin arrives from the north, looking scared.
Aardwolf has arrived from the north.
Almost unnoticed, Arturo Ni'Eyrinn steps in quietly from the north.
A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot staggers in from the north, reeking of alcohol
and mumbling to himself.

Slytherin says, rather frightened, 'How did I do that?'

'We have found something interesting,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly to a
dishevelled, hiccupping Scot.

Aardwolf kneels before a small, humble shrine - is he worshipping it?
Slytherin peers around the room intently.
Aardwolf gives a quick polish to a small, humble shrine. It now shines
brightly.
Slytherin is completely boggled.
'Ahh the mythical chamber of light,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, barely audible.

Slytherin says, sounding afraid, 'What is going on here.'
Aardwolf says, 'I insist on respecting the local gods.'

Chamber of Light, Caer Calon-y-rewyrch
This large room is circular in nature, the walls made of some strange
crystalline material that glows with a soft radiance. Several translucent
globes of fire float and drift in the air, providing the room with warmth and
light. The floor is inlaid with tiles of mother-of-pearl and the light from
the fires dances on it sporadically. A babbling trickle of water emerges
out of a crack in one of the corners of the room and cascades down past a
series of tiny pipes, chimes, and bells, creating a haunting, unearthly
melody. The water finally splashes over a ledge down into a sparkling
pool. In the center of this chamber, a tall, clear obelisk rises from the
floor, upon which sits a finely wrought platter of gold and silver. A golden
arch seems to be the only exit from the room.

You start to salivate as you see this delicious fudge square just sitting here
unattended.
Water of incredible clarity collects in a pool from the miniature waterfall.
Large, fluffy cushions lie scattered about the floor.
A pile of tartan rags lies in a gutter, snoring and reeking of ale.
Slytherin is standing here.
Grey eyes piercing your very soul, a careworn priest laments sadly.
Aardwolf has arrived from the east.

Slytherin says, looking scared, to Aardwolf, 'Something is telling me you do
not want to do that.'

Suddenly afraid, Slytherin leaves east.
Slytherin yells, 'Stay there!'

'There that is it,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly.
Aardwolf picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.
'Well, I guess the gods dont need the fudge,' Aardwolf says.
'Do not steal from the goddess,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly.
Aardwolf eats a fudge square with pecan bits.
'Oops,' Aardwolf says.
A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot opens the bottle.
Aardwolf wipes fudge from his mouth.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot looks in the bottle.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn watches as a wafting of pink mist slowly trails up from the
crystal bottle.

Aardwolf says, 'Wow, it is magical, a new one appeared.'

'I may never leave,' Aardwolf says.

'Heer s oul!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

Aardwolf picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn drinks from the pool of water.

Aardwolf drinks from the pool of water.

'Gie heer,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, to Aardwolf.

'I woont shoom mythical food!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn looks up into the sky and ponders.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot puts a hogshead barrel of ale in a large sack.

'Gie heer!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, to
Aardwolf.

Aardwolf gives a fudge square with pecan bits to a dishevelled, hiccupping
Scot.

Aardwolf says, 'This goddess knows how to party.'

Slytherin says, looking scared, 'We need to get out of here.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pats the bottle on the bottem.

Aardwolf says, 'Obviously a goddess, fudge everywherer.'

'Why?' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk, to Slytherin.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper, to Slytherin, 'I believe if you were
to drink of the water in this pool you may find some comfort.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot puts a fudge square with pecan bits in a large
sack.

'Yeah why, fudge and a water sourse, and McDougan has ale,' Aardwolf says to
Slytherin.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper, 'Ooh fudge.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.

Aardwolf sits down and rests.

Slytherin says, looking scared, 'NO!'

'This is heaven, we made it,' Aardwolf says.

Slytherin says, looking scared, 'Oh my god.'

Slytherin says, sounding afraid, 'We have to get out of here.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot pats the bottle.

Aardwolf says to Slytherin, 'Our reward for helping those people.'

'It is so inviting to just stay here,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, barely audible.

'Er...' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

Aardwolf picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.

Slytherin throws his head back and cackles with insane glee!

Slytherin looks evil.

'Pairhapsh we shauld leave eftrrr aul,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says
drunkenly.

'I tried to warn you to leave,' Slytherin says, grinning evilly.

Aardwolf says to a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot, 'And leave all this?'

'Master Xianadu show yourself!!' Slytherin says evilly.

'Er...' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly. 'Eshachtly.  niot wantin
tae leave ish verra bad.'

Aardwolf stands up.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Buiggrrr.'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.

Slytherin says, grinning evilly, 'You four aren't going anywhere.'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly, 'Oopsh.'

'Maybe the goddess is fattening us up on fudge,' Aardwolf says.

'This is remarkable, free food I will have to remember this place,' Arturo
Ni'Eyrinn says, barely audible.

'Alms for the holy men,' Aardwolf says to Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

'Thats what I'd say,' Aardwolf says.

'Hesh nae heer,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nods his agreement with Aardwolf.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word, 'Quichly!'

Slytherin tells you, 'An earthquake mudwwide would be nice'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.

A voice booms through the room: Mortals, take your comfort here but a little
while. Then get what you came for, and GO.'

'Och, fudge!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, apparently drunk.

Slytherin throws his head back and cackles with insane glee!

A dirty, little guy shivers uncomfortably.

Slytherin grins evilly and glides east, looking for trouble.

A dirty, little guy says, 'What did we come for any how?'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says quietly, 'I would say that is our cue to depart.'

A dirty, little guy nods his agreement with Arturo Ni'Eyrinn.

Slytherin strolls in from the east, an evil aura surrounding him.

A dirty, little guy leaves east.

Slytherin withdraws inward and begins chanting under his breath.
Slytherin raises his hands, and a wall of flames springs up to the east!

'We willnae leave until we get it!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says,
slurring every word.

A dirty, little guy has arrived from the east.

'I would say he has his soul back,,' Arturo Ni'Eyrinn says, almost a whisper.

Slytherin grins evilly and glides east, looking for trouble.

Slytherin strolls in from the east, an evil aura surrounding him.

'And weel tek yer fudge,' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says drunkenly.

A dirty, little guy pants.

Slytherin says, with an evil tone, 'You will all die.'

'I shaid purified!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn picks up a fudge square with pecan bits.
A dirty, little guy says, 'Wall of flames.'

A dirty, little guy pants.

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot puts a fudge square with pecan bits in a huge
sack of loot.

A dirty, little guy yells, 'ouch'

Arturo Ni'Eyrinn nods solemnly.

The four of them begin to wander the chambers, seeking the exit and skirting
the walls of fire.

Aardwolf says, 'We're trapped with the fudge!'

'I ken!' a dishevelled, hiccupping Scot says, slurring every word.
Aardwolf yells, 'I didn't eat your fudge really'

A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot withdraws inward and begins chanting under his
breath.
Arturo disappears suddenly.
Aardwolf disappears suddenly.
Slytherin disappears suddenly.
A dishevelled, hiccupping Scot disappears suddenly.

Little fudge squares with pecan bits fall from the sky. A gift from the gods,
no doubt.