Crowns and Castle Walls

[Volgathras]

The following details the coronation of Sylf, King of Val Miran, and the subsequent destruction of the Knight Castle by Tkanzhar. They take place concurrently, and so the two logs take two different points of view. The first follows Tkanzhar as he puts his nefarious plans in to play. The second comes from the eyes of Sylf, as he sees his hard work come to fruition in the consolodation of his power in Miran. Enjoy.

[Volgathras]

[ Faeri ] <PK> [KNIGHT] ($) <NOBLE> (OUTLAW) (WANTED) Baron Sylf Starkholm the Patriarch of Val Miran, Roaring Inferno of Purity
[50 Demon Dkn] <PK> [NEXUS] (Despair [E]) Vandal Tkanzhar the Death Demon, Lieutenant of the Slaughter
[ Ogre ] (Despair [.i]) Draug Vork'tar the Master of Mithril
Players matched: 3
There are 3 characters on, the most on since startup was 25.
The title of Master Questor of Aabahran is currently held by Tkanzhar.
There are 1 contracts available to you.


You project to Sylf 'Well hello, Baron.'

Sylf tells you 'Hm, Vandal.'

You project to Sylf 'I heard an event is being prepared.'

[Despair](Inductee) Draug: 'So what do you require of me during this coronation?'

Sylf tells you 'Aye, there is indeed an event being prepared.'

[Despair](Elder) Tkanzhar: 'You will be told when the time comes.'

You project to Sylf 'I am here to give my regards to you, in the most peaceful way possible.'

Sylf tells you 'Indeed, I would appreciate a stay of violence for now. Such an occasion is neither the time nor the place.'

You project to Sylf 'Naturally.'

[Despair](Inductee) Draug: 'How long before this begins?'

[Despair](Elder) Tkanzhar: 'I do not know.'

[Despair](Elder) Tkanzhar: 'If you have to go, then go, but know that you will miss a lot of fun.'


[ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] ($) (OUTLAW) (WANTED) Sir Urist the Holy Patriarch of Healing
[ Drow ] <PK> <ROYAL> Matron Laelanis Zareerae the Matron Mother of Xymerria, Vassal of the Spider Queen
[ Faeri ] <PK> [KNIGHT] ($) <NOBLE> (OUTLAW) (WANTED) Baron Sylf Starkholm the Patriarch of Val Miran, Roaring Inferno of Purity
[50 Demon Dkn] <PK> [NEXUS] (Despair [E]) Vandal Tkanzhar the Death Demon, Lieutenant of the Slaughter
[ Ogre ] (Despair [.i]) Draug Vork'tar the Master of Mithril
Players matched: 5
There are 5 characters on, the most on since startup was 25.
The title of Master Questor of Aabahran is currently held by Sylf.
There are 2 contracts available to you.


Sylf's cohort begins to arrive.


ValMiran is [KNIGHT] controlled. Players near you:
<PK> Urist (WANTED) Before the Hope Clan Hall
<PK> Laelanis The Central Square of Val Miran
<PK> Sylf (WANTED) The Central Square of Val Miran
<PK> Tkanzhar The Eastern Gate of Val Miran


The Central Square of Val Miran
You stand amid the central square of Val Miran. All around you colossal
buildings rise up. The smell of commerce is in the air and the citizens of
Val Miran bustle with activity. Horse carts haul trade items for sale in
the Eastern and Western districts, and travelers and adventurers alike walk
the streets in search of new challenges.

[Exits: north east south west up]
[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.
(Magical) A magical spring flows from the ground here.
( 2) A delicious magic meal is here.
A delicious magic berry is here.
( 4) A delicious magic mushroom is here.
A delicious magic steak is here.
A delicious magic pig roast is here.
A delicious magic apple is here.
A teal banner displaying a White Wolf has been hoisted in the Central Square.
A granite fountain is here filled with water for the thirsty.
(Charmed) (White Aura) Urist's Knight Avatar stands here.
(WANTED) (White Aura) Urist the Holy Patriarch of Healing is here.
(Charmed) (White Aura) A giant figure wholly covered in incandescent armor.
(WANTED) (Translucent) (White Aura) Sylf is resting here.
(Charmed) A few yochlols bearing the crest of Xymerria are here.
(White Aura) Laelanis the Matron Mother of Xymerria, Vassal of the Spider Queen is here.

You get a magic berry.

You eat a magic berry.

Sylf nods to Urist, 'Oracle.

Sylf looks to you, 'Vandal.

Urist nods at Sylf.

You nod at Sylf.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Regent.'

Sylf beams a smile at Urist.

You broadcast 'It is a pleasure to be present on such a ceremony.'

Tkanzhar's lip curls up in an evil smile.

Laelanis says 'I wonder if I shall be able to stay for the ceremony. '

Urist frowns.

You project to Laelanis 'I shall need you elsewhere.'

Sylf says 'I certainly hope so, Matron.'

Laelanis tells you 'Oh?'

Sylf sends for additional guards to protect Sylf.
A group of elven magess arrive at Sylf's side!

You project to Laelanis 'Indeed.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I feel somehow underprotected now.'

Urist chuckles politely.

Laelanis tells you 'And why is that?'

Sylf furrows his brow, 'What do you mean?

You project to Laelanis 'You shall see, my dear drow friend.'

[Despair](Elder) Tkanzhar: 'Come to Val miran.'

Sylf looks at you.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Well. Ya called more guards. Ya have yer Vanguard. I've just got me Avatar.'

Sylf says 'Ahhh, aye.'

Urist looks to the Avatar, 'Not that you've not been such pleasurable company.'

Laelanis tells you 'I hate surprises.'

Urist nods absently.

You project to Laelanis 'You will like this one.'

Irthrier's emissary says 'I greet you, everyone. Long was my journey but it seems I have arrived in time.'

Sylf smiles happily.

Urist beams broadly at nothing in particular.

Sylf stands up.

Sylf proffers a brisk salute to Irthrier's emissary.

Irthrier's emissary stands at attention and gives a brisk salute.

Sylf says 'Greetings!'

Tapping long curved talons on his fangs, making annoying little smacking sounds, Tkanzhar appears to be considering something.

Irthrier's emissary frowns at what you did.

Sylf looks at Irthrier's emissary.

Irthrier's emissary says 'What is THIS doing here?'

A sly smile flashes wickedly over Tkanzhar's vile expression.

Laelanis tells you 'I will be the judge of that.'

Draug rides in.

Sylf says 'All are welcome to the ceremony, Sir.'

Tkanzhar innocently throws his hands in the air.

Irthrier's emissary says 'Let us hope it stays this way then.'

Irthrier's emissary snorts derisively.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Surely all can witness. I'll remove him from the preceding's should he become a bother.'

Urist nods in enthusiastic agreement with Irthrier's emissary.

You chuckle at his joke.

Tkanzhar nods at Urist, 'Always a good sense of humour.'


The Central Square of Val Miran
You stand amid the central square of Val Miran. All around you colossal
buildings rise up. The smell of commerce is in the air and the citizens of
Val Miran bustle with activity. Horse carts haul trade items for sale in
the Eastern and Western districts, and travelers and adventurers alike walk
the streets in search of new challenges.

[Exits: north east south west up]
[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.
(Magical) A magical spring flows from the ground here.
( 4) A delicious magic mushroom is here.
A delicious magic meal is here.
A delicious magic steak is here.
A delicious magic pig roast is here.
A delicious magic apple is here.
A teal banner displaying a White Wolf has been hoisted in the Central Square.
A granite fountain is here filled with water for the thirsty.
Draug the Master of Mithril is here, sitting astride a warhorse.
(White Aura) A crusader in shining armor is here, emissary of Lord Irthrier.
(Charmed) A group of elven mages stands whispering amongst themselves.
(Charmed) (White Aura) Urist's Knight Avatar stands here.
(WANTED) (White Aura) Urist the Holy Patriarch of Healing is here.
(WANTED) (White Aura) Sylf the Patriarch of Val Miran, Roaring Inferno of Purity is here.
Laelanis the Matron Mother of Xymerria, Vassal of the Spider Queen is here.


Irthrier's emissary nods at Urist.

Sylf says 'I hope your journey was pleasant.'

Sylf beams a smile at Irthrier's emissary.

Irthrier's emissary says 'It was harsh, I had a few bandits try to waylay me.'

Irthrier's emissary peers at you intently.

You whistle appreciatively.

Sylf says 'Lord knows the outlands can be harsh.'

Sylf nods at Irthrier's emissary.

Irthrier's emissary says 'You wouldn't know anything about that hrm?'

Sylf says 'I've traveled to the Badlands in the south...'

Sylf says 'The things I've seen there..'

Sylf shudders at the horror and represses tears.

Irthrier's emissary says 'I come from Irthrier's court, not the outlands.'

Irthrier's emissary says 'Did you expect someone else?'

Sylf says 'Ah, I see.'

Irthrier's emissary raises an eyebrow at Sylf's weird actions.

Sylf says 'No, no..'

Sylf says 'I am glad to see you are here.'

Sylf smiles happily.

Irthrier's emissary says 'My liege sent me to see to the coronation, his nephew has requested for you.'

Sylf nods at Irthrier's emissary.

Sylf says 'I appreciate your coming.'

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'As does my city, Val Miran.

'Your city...' Tkanzhar says, his voice a feral snarl.

Laelanis chuckles politely.

Tkanzhar's cacophonous laughter explodes in your head.

Sylf smiles at the Banner, 'The citizens have taken a liking to us here..

Garlands rim the streets as all over Val Miran, the people have come out to celebrate the coronation of their new king.

Sylf glares at you, 'No matter what the scrolls say..

Urist turns to Draug, 'Greetings ta ya. I don't think we've had the pleasure o' meetin'.'

'But they liked my staying here as well.' Tkanzhar retorts.

Children, dressed in their best finery, wave little flags, showing the crest of Val Miran.

Sylf clenches and twists his tiny fists around the shaft of his staff in frustration. 'Hrmph.

You broadcast 'I think I should be crowned as king.'

Draug snickers at Urist, 'And I doubt you want the pleasure of it.

Sylf smiles as he looks upon the children.

Sylf yells 'A new day dawns on Miran, citizens!'

Tkanzhar licks his wide mouth as he looks upon the children.

More and more citizens, dressed in their best finery, stream towards the centrals.

Laelanis seems quite bemused.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I've not gained my position fer being faint o' heart. But now's not the time fer this type o' banter.'

A well-off citizen walks in.

A well-off citizen walks in.

A well-off citizen walks in.

A well-off citizen walks in.

A well-off citizen walks in.

A well-off citizen sits down and rests.

A well-off citizen sits down and rests.

A well-off citizen sits down and rests.

A well-off citizen sits down and rests.

Draug smirks.

A well-off citizen raises an eyebrow at Laelanis's weird actions.

You broadcast 'That's gonna get quite noisy...'

Urist agrees absolutely.

The citizens gather all around the centrals, watching, cheering.

Tkanzhar's large elbow pokes Sylf's small form, 'Want me to keep those citizens quiet?'

Demonsword squirms and twirls with a life of its own as Tkanzhar grins nastily.

Sylf beams a smile at a well-off citizen.

Sylf glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.


The Central Square of Val Miran
You stand amid the central square of Val Miran. All around you colossal
buildings rise up. The smell of commerce is in the air and the citizens of
Val Miran bustle with activity. Horse carts haul trade items for sale in
the Eastern and Western districts, and travelers and adventurers alike walk
the streets in search of new challenges.

[Exits: north east south west up]
[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.
(Magical) A magical spring flows from the ground here.
( 4) A delicious magic mushroom is here.
A delicious magic meal is here.
A delicious magic steak is here.
A delicious magic pig roast is here.
A delicious magic apple is here.
A teal banner displaying a White Wolf has been hoisted in the Central Square.
A granite fountain is here filled with water for the thirsty.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
This citizen seems to be doing quite well.
Draug the Master of Mithril is here, sitting astride a warhorse.
(White Aura) A crusader in shining armor is here, emissary of Lord Irthrier.
(Charmed) A group of elven mages stands whispering amongst themselves.
(Charmed) (White Aura) Urist's Knight Avatar stands here.
(WANTED) (White Aura) Urist the Holy Patriarch of Healing is here.
(WANTED) (Translucent) (White Aura) Sylf the Patriarch of Val Miran, Roaring Inferno of Purity is here.
Laelanis the Matron Mother of Xymerria, Vassal of the Spider Queen is here.


You broadcast 'Very well then.'

You project to Laelanis 'Follow me.'

Sylf leans in and shakes a few of the citizens hands, 'A pleasure to meet you all!

You beckon for Draug to follow -- sure hope they do!

You beckon for Laelanis to follow -- sure hope they do!

Draug now follows you.

Laelanis now follows you.

You broadcast 'Come my dear Laelanis, I shall show you something.'

With loud grunts a couple of strong men bring in something huge, covered with a velvet cloth.

Tkanzhar leaves with a great flourish, a victorious spin and flap of leathery wings.


We head towards the Castle.


You broadcast 'We have a ceremony of our own to prepare.'

Tkanzhar's canine maw turns up into a grotesque, wicked smile.

Draug grins evilly.


We keep walking.


The cheering continues, the citizen even more relieved with the demon now absent.

Tkanzhar's grin widens.


And we keep walking.


Before the Besieged Castle
The gleaming walls of the Knight's Castle shimmer in the night,
glimmering like the stars have congregated in to some rapturous palisade.
Regardless of the state of the moon, and the light it casts forth, the
starstone walls emit their cool silvery glow - clean, and clear like the
resolve of the Knigts housed within. Behind, towers of the same glimmering
material pierce the encroaching darkness, rising to face the night like holy
blades. Shadows move along the parapets, lonely shadows woh police the
newly minted walls against all comers. They seem so small against the
magnificence of the wall, but are nonetheless integral to it's defense.

[Exits: north east south]
[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.
A bleeding demon of nexus lies in the dirt here.
Draug rides in.


You rest.

Draug sits down and rests.

'I have been preparing this for a long time, my dear friends.' Tkanzhar says, his voice a feral snarl.

Laelanis chuckles politely.

You broadcast 'Laelanis knows parts of what is about to happen.'

Urist flies in.
Urist's Knight Avatar flies in.

Urist raises an eyebrow.

Urist looks at you.

You broadcast 'Oooh...'


The Great Chasm is [KNIGHT] controlled. Players near you:
<PK> Urist (WANTED) Before the Besieged Castle
<PK> Laelanis Before the Besieged Castle
<PK> Tkanzhar Before the Besieged Castle
Draug Before the Besieged Castle


You broadcast 'You will miss you ceremony, Urist.'

Grinning nastily, Tkanzhar begins to draw something on the floor.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'If it's protecting the Castle, I can manage.'

'Oh, we shall see. We shall se...' Tkanzhar purrs.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Just know that I'm watching.'

Urist closes his eyes momentarily.
Urist steps through a gate and vanishes.
Urist's Knight Avatar steps through a gate and vanishes.

Tkanzhar laughs loudly, a diabolical sound.

Draug smirks.

Draug says 'Let me fix that.'

Draug rides south.

You hear something's death cry.

Draug rides in.

You smirk.

Draug says 'The pig and kitten needed to be relieved of their... position.'

Laelanis says 'I, for one, am already regretting the travel.'

HEAR YE, HEAR YE, all who wish to witness the coronation best gather at the centrals in Val Miran now!

Tkanzhar eyes Laelanis dangerously, 'Why is that my dear?'

Keeping Laelanis fixed in his stare, Tkanzhar continues to draw the strange runes on the ground.

Laelanis says 'Do not get me wrong, i can appreciate the craftsmanship of the castle. Still, it seems rather boring by comparison.'

Eyeing Laelanis, Tkanzhar continues to draw something that greatly resembles a pentagram.

You broadcast 'Worry not my dear, tonight we create history.'

You broadcast 'Sylf shall have his coronation, but it will not come without a price.'

Laelanis chuckles politely.

Concentrating deeply, Tkanzhar finishes the pentagram, 'Now, my dear comrades, take your places.'


Before the Besieged Castle
The magnificent walls of the Knight Castle rise before you. They shimmer
in the light of day like the mighty bulwark of the angels. Constructed
almost entirely of starstone they shine, wide enough to allow three cavalry
to gallop abreast. The exterior is unnaturally smooth, without blemish. At
it's apex a balustrade serves as cover for defenders. Intermittent blocks
rise to hide archers or pots of oil. Towers peek from behind, reaching
towards the blazing sun like the spindly fingers of some god reaching for
the embrace of the heavens. The unused slabs of starstone, the system of
pullies, and the rows of cards belie the newly finished status of the wall.

A huge pentagram is drawn on the ground!

[Exits: north east south]
[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.
Draug is resting here.
Laelanis the Matron Mother of Xymerria, Vassal of the Spider Queen is here.
A bleeding demon of nexus lies in the dirt here.


Tkanzhar adds, 'At the bottom rays of the star.'

Draug repositions himself at the first bottom ray.

Tkanzhar motions for Laelanis to take her place next to Draug.

Tapping long curved talons on his fangs, making annoying little smacking sounds, Tkanzhar appears to be considering something.

Moving closer to Laelanis, Tkanzhar pushes her "gently" to take her place next to Draug at the bottom ray of the pentagram.

Tkanzhar's grin widens.

Tkanzhar concentrates deeply and pulses of energy start flowing from Laelanis and Draug towards the Fiend.

You broadcast 'You might feel a bit weak, my friends, worry not though, this will only be temporary.'

Draug nods at you in agreement.

Great waves of despair wash over you, as Tkanzhar utters a demonic curse.

Laelanis disappears into the void. <=== Oh well...

You broadcast 'She wasn't really paying attention.'

Tkanzhar's grin widens.

You broadcast 'I already hold the energy needed from her though.'

You broadcast 'Besides, she does not understand our cause well enough.'

Tkanzhar claps his enormous hands suddenly and you feel very weak, as if losing your life energy.

Beads of sweat begin to form around Draug's eyes, pooling atop his massive shoulders.

The pentagram begins growing with dark magic, heat radiating from it as Tkanzhar grins nastily.


The pentagram begins growing with dark magic, heat radiating from it.


Tkanzhar's lip curls up in an evil smile.

Dark energy gathers around Tkanzhar's hands, as he aims carefully at the walls of the castle.

Draug falls to his right knee, as if gravity has become drastically increased.

The energy gathered shifting slowly, from one hand to another, Tkanzhar playing with it, enjoying every second of the moment.

'Moooooore!' Tkanzhar says with a wicked smile.

Tkanzhar stomps the ground, sending debris flying in the air, defying gravity.

Locking his stare at Draug, you feel losing your mind as Tkanzhar feeds on your life energy.

Holding his arms outward, in a fit of intense rage, Draug stands back on two feet, screaming.

Draining hard, Tkanzhar bellows, 'FEAR NOT! THERE SHALL BE DESTRUCTION THIS DAY!'

Tkanzhar's cacophonous laughter explodes in your head.

'But it shall not be yours, Draug.' Tkanzhar purrs.

Huge horrid fangs are revealed as Tkanzhar opens his mouth wide, laughing.

Suddenly, Tkanzhar stops.

Sylf tells you 'What business do you have near my Castle?'

Turning slowly, Tkanzhar create in a multicolored ball of pure chaos.

You project to Sylf 'Making sure your walls are in tact, hahahaha!'

Sylf tells you 'I assure you they are, so what are you really doing there?'

With every inch of his face quivering and pouring persperation uncontrollably, Draug calmly says, 'Finish it already..

Tkanzhar gets closer to Draug, soaking his hands in the pool of blood that has gathered bellow the ogre.

Moving long curved talons delicately, Tkanzhar begins to manipulated the gathered energy.

Looking at Draug, 'You are still alive ogre? I need you to witness my power!' Tkanzhar screams.

Tkanzhar growls low.

Still holding his posture with what strength remains, Draugs growls, 'For now..

'Good.' Tkanzhar whispers, a pleased look on the fiend's face.

Tkanzhar hits the gathered energy violently, and it shoots at the newly build wall of the castle.

Tkanzhar issues a hearty, croaking laugh.

Cheering can be heard from Val Miran, as Sylf pauses in his speech!

You project to Sylf 'You are having your own fun, and so are we! HAHAHA!'

You broadcast 'Poor butterfly...'

Tkanzhar struggles hard to keep the flow of light from the pentagram towards the wall.

You broadcast 'I need more power!'

Tkanzhar summons a nymph, then gives a hoot, grasps the pathetic creature with his both clawed hands and rips it in half.

Bathing in the blood of the nymph, Tkanzhar intensifies the ray of energy, charging it up, building it slowly.

Tkanzhar mutters a curse under his smelly breath.

Dark sweat beads at Tkanzhar's brow.


The center of the beam grows in intensity and starts to emit a low hum!


Tkanzhar stomps the ground draining yet more essence from Draug.

Eyeing Draug dangerously, Tkanzhar growls, 'Do not die on me ogre!'

Tkanzhar laughs again, wildly.

Draug falls back to a knee, struggling to keep his breathing.

You broadcast 'Good, you are still conscious.'

As Tkanzhar mutters yet another demonic curse, the beam of energy shifts from yellow to white, its intensity growing even further.

You broadcast 'Prepare ogre!'

Tkanzhar almost falls on the ground as the beam becomes light blue, then fading towards darker colours.

The last bit of life is seen in Draug's eyes as his entire body ripples with even more intesity, trying to hold on to his own life.

Concentrating hard, Tkanzhar seems to be aiming at a particular spot.


A small crack appears in the wall, the color of the glistering stone shifting through various colors.


Tkanzhar laughs loudly, a diabolical sound.

Nearly closer and closer to his last breath, Draug parts a grin at the sight of the crack in the wall.

Tkanzhar slowly moves the beam towards the western part of the wall, large cracks appearing in its path.

'Who cares for the stupid wall! HAHA! We take half the Castle with it!' Tkanzhar roars, his thunderous voice echoing loudly.


BEAR WITNESS TO THE CORONATION OF SYLF STALKHOLM!


The wall begins to crumble slowly, heaving and bending violently as Tkanzhar laughs wickedly.

Tkanzhar holds the beam at bay, enjoying every moment of the culmination.

The pentagram glows angrily, ready to release its final charge at Tkanzhar's command.

As Tkanzhar stomps the ground one last time, the wall crumbles inward towards the Castle.


The moment the crown touched Sylf's brow, a HUGE BOOM can be heard and the ground shakes and rumbles.


'Perfectly.' Tkanzhar purrs.

The mass of starstones falls with a huge BANG on top of the Barracks as Tkanzhar releases the last bits of gathered energy.

At the release of the final charge, Draug falls to the ground, nearly lifeless but for a slow breath.

Glaring at Draug, Tkanzhar roars, 'You will not die this day ogre, not after you've been so useful.'

Draug begings to move slowly, picking himself off the ground to his hands and kness.

Draug reaches into his pack for a match.

Draug lights a needler stalk and smokes it.

Tkanzhar watches slowly, as the taint from the shattered wall slowly makes its way towards the Barracks of the Castle.

Looking up at the shattered walls of the Castle, Draug begins to cackle, 'So that is what you wanted.

You broadcast 'But of course, the wall which they so carefully built, tainted by my materials which I gratefully donated to them.'

Tkanzhar issues a hearty, croaking laugh.

Still breathing heavily trying to pick himself back up, Draug stands to his feet.

Dark saliva slips over Tkanzhar's bottom lip.

Draug snickers, 'Amusing.

You broadcast 'For the crown, they lost a wall, and the barracks, most likely.'

Tkanzhar throws back his huge and ugly head and laughs maniacally.

Nearly regained of all his strength lost, Draug join in with the laughter.

Tkanzhar laughs again, wildly.

You broadcast 'Now we join the celebration.'


Then we move back to Val Miran to congratulate Sylf for his new position.


ValMiran is [KNIGHT] controlled. Players near you:
<PK> Ronk The Central Square of Val Miran
Xorshir The Central Square of Val Miran
<PK> Urist (WANTED) The Central Square of Val Miran
<PK> Sylf (WANTED) The Central Square of Val Miran
<PK> Tkanzhar The Eastern Gate of Val Miran
Draug The Eastern Gate of Val Miran



The Central Square of Val Miran
You stand amid the central square of Val Miran. All around you colossal
buildings rise up. The smell of commerce is in the air and the citizens of
Val Miran bustle with activity. Horse carts haul trade items for sale in
the Eastern and Western districts, and travelers and adventurers alike walk
the streets in search of new challenges.

[Exits: north east south west up]
[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.
An old throne composed of silver and gold is here.
( 3) A delicious magic mushroom is here.
A delicious magic steak is here.
A delicious magic pig roast is here.
A delicious magic apple is here.
A teal banner displaying a White Wolf has been hoisted in the Central Square.
A granite fountain is here filled with water for the thirsty.
(Charmed) (White Aura) Urist's Knight Avatar stands here.
(WANTED) (White Aura) Urist the Holy Patriarch of Healing is here.
(White Aura) (Bright Aura) Xorshir the Bladed Avenger is here.
Ronk the Master Bard is here.
(White Aura) A crusader in shining armor is here, emissary of Lord Irthrier.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
A well-off citizen is resting here.
(WANTED) (White Aura) Sylf the Ruler of Val Miran, Roaring Inferno of Purity is here.
Draug rides in.


Ronk rubs his hands together in greedy anticipation.

Tkanzhar's lip curls up in an evil smile.

Sylf says 'We will once again know peace here.'

Sylf looks at you.

Sylf raises an eyebrow at you.

You broadcast 'We will indeed!'

'For the new king', Tkanzhar raises a giant clawed hand.

Urist raises an eyebrow at you.

Draug snickers softly.

Urist says in a foreign tongue 'I kywt y kuk kwktzng wyukx tkik...'

Sylf says in a foreign tongue 'Kk kt K, Kkvtkk.'

Tkanzhar grins wickedly at Draug, sharing his little secret.

Ronk mutters something quietly to himself.

Xorshir says in a foreign tongue 'Wkw'

You broadcast 'Please please, don't stop the celebrations!'

*Yay!* Go Sylf!!! Xorshir cheers him on.

Sylf beams a smile at Xorshir.

Ronk cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

Sylf says 'Hm, let us all feast!'

'Sing, bard!' Tkanzhar roars, his thunderous voice echoing loudly.

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Kayl zx WWE tizk ut Vvk Ztrzu, Szvw. Wudew kt wzuk.'

Tkanzhar looms right above Ronk, his breath coming hot and smelly through pointed yellow fangs.

Sylf says 'Tkanzhar, save it.'

Ronk mutters something quietly to himself.

You broadcast 'But we celebrate, don't we?'

Urist watches you as he eats his meal.

Huge horrid fangs are revealed as Tkanzhar opens his mouth wide, laughing.

Sylf says 'We do, as free men.'

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Ktk. twy, uzwzr had vkvy.'

Sylf says 'Ronk need not do anything he doesn't want to.'

Again comes Tkanzhar's demonic growl.

Urist pats Xorshir on her head.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Nice try.'

Ronk nods at Sylf.

Sylf says 'If Ronk should choose to sing, he can, but he will not be forced to sing on my account.'

Sylf says 'Or on yours.'

Sylf peers at you intently.

Ronk cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

Tkanzhar snarls, his face locked in a mask of anger.

Tkanzhar's great shoulders ruffle in a shrug.

You broadcast 'Very well then, we shall have it your way this day.'

Ronk holds a hand-carved lute in his hand.

Ronk strikes a sweet melody on a rusty blade.
Ronk prepares to sing 'Serenade'.
Ronk sings 'my HheahhRt aochhEs wHheNn you aore not hErE,'
Ronk sings 'tHhEhRe is nnothing elsEh i Hold dEhar...'
Ronk sings 'mmmy miNd haws nnnevEr beEN so cjlEahR,'
Ronk sings 'I ahlwawys wannnT you To stahhy neaR.'
Ronk sings 'Whhehn witH meh youhH'll nnnEver HhavEh To fehAhr,'
Ronk sings 'i will nnevEhR lEht youhh shEhd a tehAhr...'
Ronk sings 'onn my kNehes to show tHhat ii'm siNcehReh,'
Ronk sings 'ah lovEh tHhaht hHold truEhs tHhRoUghHout thHe yEhahhrs..'

You broadcast 'AH!'

Sylf beams a smile at Ronk.

Xorshir chuckles at Ronk's joke.

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Lovtly uuyx.'

Sylf nods at Xorshir.

Urist agrees absolutely.

Sylf says 'That was a wonderful song, Ronk.'

Sylf beams a smile at Ronk.

Ronk stops using a hand-carved lute.

Ronk says 'thHaaNck yoOoU..'

Sylf says 'I thank you for singing it at my coronation.'

You broadcast 'I thank you too, dear Ronk.'

A sly smile flashes wickedly over Tkanzhar's vile expression.

Ronk smiles at you.

Tapping long curved talons on his fangs, making annoying little smacking sounds, Tkanzhar appears to be considering something.

Sylf takes out a small knife and begins cutting pieces off of a magic mushroom.

Sylf eats a few pieces of the mushroom and rubs his stomach, 'Ahh, I'm quite full.

Tkanzhar stumbles around and falls over the mushroom, completely destroying it.

You broadcast 'Ugh..'

Ronk grins evilly.

You broadcast 'Excuse my clumsiness, Baron.'


[ Duerg ] <PK> Ronk AceoPain the Master Bard
[ Drow ] Mielyn DoMorromare the Sightseer
[ Elf ] Xorshir Hordlan the Bladed Avenger
[ Dwarf ] <PK> [KNIGHT] ($) (OUTLAW) (WANTED) Sir Urist the Holy Patriarch of Healing
[ Faeri ] <PK> [KNIGHT] ($) <ROYAL> <NOBLE> (OUTLAW) (WANTED) King Sylf Starkholm the Ruler of Val Miran, Roaring Inferno of Purity
[50 Demon Dkn] <PK> [NEXUS] (Despair [E])  Vandal Tkanzhar the Death Demon, Lieutenant of the Slaughter
[ Ogre ] (Despair ) Draug Vork'tar the Master of Mithril
Players matched: 7
There are 7 characters on, the most on since startup was 25.
The title of Master Questor of Aabahran is currently held by Sylf.
There are 2 contracts available to you.


Sylf frowns.

Sylf looks to you, 'Are you...alright?

You broadcast 'Or should I call you King now...'

Urist raises an eyebrow.

Sylf says 'I am King, no doubt.'

You broadcast 'No doubt indeed, King of the beautiful city that is Val Miran.'

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Wkkuy w citz.'

Urist pats Xorshir on her head.

Xorshir says 'Quite a city.'

Sylf beams a smile at Xorshir.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Ya will get it right one day.'

Sylf says 'Indeed, it is beautiful.'

Xorshir says 'Im still learning, got alot to learn of its dialect.'

Urist agrees absolutely.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It can be tricky some time, aye.'

Tkanzhar eyes Xorshish and then Urist, 'It is rude to speak a language we can't all understand.'

Sylf says 'Hm, a general of Nexus giving lessons on manners?'

Xorshir says 'It is rude, to not desire to learn it. For it is beautiful in its complexity.'

Sylf says 'Today is indeed a special day.'

You broadcast 'Oh come on now, I behaved well during the ceremony, didn't I?'

Sylf says 'I can't say that you did, Tkanzhar, as you weren't here.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Ya did. Because ya weren't here most o' the time.'

Xorshir chuckles politely.

Ronk smirks at Xorshir's saying.

You broadcast 'That's still good behaviour, by my standards.'

Xorshir says 'Innocence by not attending. Quite tactical.'

Xorshir nods.

Irthrier's emissary gives the golden crown of Val Miran to Sylf.

Sylf beams a smile at Irthrier's emissary.

Sylf wears the golden crown of Val Miran on his head.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Some things aren't meant fer some ears. Present or not.'

Ronk snaps his fingers.

Urist must like Irthrier's emissary a great deal to beam at him so broadly!

Xorshir beams a smile at Sylf.

Urist cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

Sylf says 'I suppose it is official!'

Urist and the surrounding columns give rise to a great cheer!

Xorshir says 'Its a good look, King.'

Sylf sits down on the King's Throne.

Ronk says 'thhAhts ahh niIsje cRoowNn.....'

Tkanzhar drools, 'That's a nice toy there, may I see it?'

Sylf beams a smile at Ronk.

Sylf says 'Thank you all.'

Xorshir kneels respectfully before Sylf.

Sylf peers at you intently.

Tkanzhar takes a step back.

Sylf points at the crown on his head, 'Sure, there it is.

You broadcast 'What laws do you plan to enforce in this newly taken over city, my dear King?'

Sylf says 'I'll make sure to send a scroll detailing new business when I get a chance, Tkanzhar.'

Tapping long curved talons on his fangs, making annoying little smacking sounds, Tkanzhar appears to be considering something.

You broadcast 'Perhaps I can be your sheriff?'

Tkanzhar's grin widens.

Urist raises an eyebrow at you.

Sylf says 'I've already a guard captain.'

Sylf says 'Hm..'

Urist chuckles politely.

Sylf says 'If you'll pardon me, I've got some business to tend to.'

Xorshir bows before Sylf.

Urist flies west.
Urist's Knight Avatar walks west.

You broadcast 'And so the celebrations are over.'

You sigh.

Winking at Draug, Tkanzhar says, 'But our fun is just about to begin.'

Draug says 'They have not realized what caused the noise.'

Draug throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Tkanzhar issues a hearty, croaking laugh.

You broadcast 'That shall be our surprise for the newly coronated King.'

Draug agrees absolutely.

Draug screams loudly!

Draug says 'Lets see if the elf will play.'


ValMiran is [KNIGHT] controlled. Players near you:
Mielyn Miruvhor Portal
Xorshir The Shrine of Steel
<PK> Tkanzhar The Central Square of Val Miran
Draug The Central Square of Val Miran


Draug walks north.

You project to Sylf 'My apologies for not being present on your coronation, King.'

You project to Sylf 'But I was truly busy.'

Sylf tells you 'Hrmph.'

You project to Sylf 'Preparing your present, while you were partying.... bwhahahaha!'

Sylf tells you 'Hrmph!'

Sylf tells you 'It will be repaid, I assure you.'

You project to Sylf 'Come on now, you haven't seen it yet and you are already hating it.'

You project to Sylf 'So rude.'

Sylf tells you 'I've been to my Castle..'

Sylf tells you 'I know what you were up to out there.'

You project to Sylf 'Do you now...'

Sylf tells you 'You tried to destroy it..'

You project to Sylf 'BWHAHAHAHAHAH!'

[Volgathras]

Sylf clears his throat.

 

Irthrier's emissary steps back from the centrals, leaving the stage to Sylf.

 

Sylf speaks with a loud commanding voice, 'Greetings, each and every one of you Citizens of Miran.

 

Sylf lifts holds his arms wide, 'It is quite an occasion this day.

 

Sylf continues to survey the crowd, 'It has been many years since Miran has seen a King.

 

Xorshir nods at you in agreement.

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'I am glad that you have seen fit to accept me as King.

 

Xorshir says 'Coronation, of a King.'

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'I'll be sure to do right by each and every one of you, and undo the damage that was done in this War.

 

Urist places a finger to his lips. 'Shhhh.'

 

Peletin must like you a great deal to beam at you so broadly!

 

Cheering can be heard from Val Miran, as Sylf pauses in his speech!

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'Good things will come to all of us, and peace and prosperity will return to Val Miran!

 

[Tkanzhar] 'You are having your own fun, and so are we! HAHAHA!'

 

Irthrier's emissary smiles quietly, watching the proceedings as witness for his Lord.

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'The streets will once again be clean, and I swear to improve the quality of life for each and every citizen here.

 

You say 'Each and every one.'

 

Xorshir nods.

 

MORE CHEERING!

 

Xorshir cheers and sings... she is just BURSTING with joy!

 

Xorshir cheers and sings... she is just BURSTING with joy!

 

Ronk sings 'Let it be joy!'

 

[KNIGHT]: '[A circle of Seers]: 'Beware.. An enemy draws near!''

 

Urist breaks composure and lets a smirk through.

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'Val Miran will be as it once was, and will continue to hold its own as the Bastion of Light in the West.

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'I take up this Crown for God and Country, and for you, the Citizens.

 

Sylf glows with a brilliant white light. 'You will all know comfort under the banner of the White Wolf!

 

Xorshir thinks I bet its a tiny crown.

 

Sylf raises his hand in salute to the crowd.

 

Ronk snickers with Xorshir about their shared secret.

 

Xorshir stands at attenion and gives you a brisk salute.

 

Urist stands at attenion and gives you a brisk salute.

 

For SYLF, for the white wolf!

 

Xorshir says 'Here here, King Sylf!'

 

Xorshir cheers and sings... she is just BURSTING with joy!

 

Sylf smiles as he looks out to the masses all cheering his name.

 

Urist's Knight Avatar stands at attenion and gives you a brisk salute.

 

Xorshir yells 'Sylf Sylf hes our faerie if he cant do it, uh.....Hail King Sylf, yeah.'

 

Sylf smiles to Peletin.

 

Xorshir whistles appreciatively.

 

More cheering comes from the crowd all around you, the citizens waving their flags, beaming.

 

Xorshir says 'Congratulations, all kidding aside.'

 

Someone makes resident say 'says "All hail king Sylf!"'

 

You yell 'You will all live and breathe as FREE MEN!'

 

Ronk patiently twiddles his thumbs.

 

Urist nods in agreement.

 

The citizens cheer and clap, some stamping their feet, as the level of enthusiasm still rises!

 

You smile happily.

 

A well-off citizen nods at you in agreement.

 

Xorshir cheers alongside the citizens, spilling with joy that the war has ended.

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'A wonderful speech M'Lord!'

 

Irthrier's emissary gives a round of applause.

 

Ronk nods.

 

Ronk shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

 

You smile at him.

 

You say 'Thank you, Sir.'

 

Peletin shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

 

Xorshir says 'Very eloquently spoken.'

 

Ronk prepares to sing 'A Kings Feast'.

Ronk sings 'Here I stand to prepare a feast,'

Ronk sings 'A sight so grand to say the least.'

Ronk sings 'Ingredients I use of the old,'

Ronk sings 'Enhancing flavor to a taste so bold,'

Ronk sings 'ealing in the freshness of spring,'

Ronk sings 'A meal truly fitting for a king.'

 

You are cheered on by Peletin... you feel so loved!

 

Ronk gives you a magic meal.

 

You smile at him.

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'Let us then proceed with the ceremony!'

 

You say 'As King, it is I who will be giving the gifts.'

 

You smile at him.

 

Xorshir says 'Yes lets crown our king!'

 

Irthrier's emissary smiles at you.

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'My Lord, would you please stand on the pedestral?'

 

Irthrier's emissary nods at the pedestal on which the throne is set.

 

Sylf adjusts his armors and moves to stand on the pedestal.

 

Xorshir giggles.

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'Hear ye, hear ye!'

 

The crowd slowly clams down again, stopping their wild cheering to pay attention.

 

Sylf smiles out toward the crowd, and then sets his focus on the Emissary.

 

Xorshir watches with excitement.

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'We have come together here for a most joyous act!'

 

Ronk nods.

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'Today, we hold the coronation of Lord Sylf Stalkholm, as the KING OF VAL MIRAN!'

 

Sylf shifts his gaze outward, smiling at the masses of citizens gathered here.

 

Irthrier's emissary steps towards the pedestal, producing a beautiful golden crown.

 

BEAR WITNESS TO THE CORONATION OF SYLF STALKHOLM!

 

Sylf adjusts his armaments again.

 

Irthrier's emissary steps forward once more, rising the glittering golden crown above his head, so the whole crowd can see.

 

Sylf flutters his wings in a spectacle of magic and raw energy.

 

Xorshir tenses up.

 

Irthrier's emissary turns in a slow circle, showing the crown to all. You can hear OOOOOHHHS and AAHHHHS from the crowd!

 

Xorshir cheers at the crowd, moves a bit forward to see the tiny crown.

 

Urist cracks a smile.

 

Irthrier's emissary speaks even louder 'In the name of Irthrier Cormac, the True King of Aabahran, I Thomas Calar, crown you, Sir Sylf Stalkholm as the King of Val Miran!

 

Sylf takes a knee before the Emissary, 'It is my honor.

 

Urist gives the order and the two full columns stand at attention and give a brisk salute to you.

 

Irthrier's emissary lowers the crown on your head.

 

Mortsukas says 'OnnE toWn iZSs KiNgdoowm?'

 

Mortsukas shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

 

Mortsukas falls down laughing.

 

Xorshir says 'Val miran is the bastion of all thats good in this world. And now it has a king.'

 

Urist frowns at what Mortsukas did.

 

The moment the crown touched Sylf's brow, a HUGE BOOM can be heard and the ground shakes and rumbles.

 

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

 

Xorshir falls to the ground

 

Irthrier's emissary frowns.

 

Ronk peers around himself intently.

 

Xorshir says 'Wha......'

 

Irthrier's emissary stumbles forward, almost crashing against the throne.

 

Urist frowns.

 

You say, 'That Engine, that's what it has to be!'

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'What engine?'

 

Xorshir says 'Engine?'

 

Irthrier's emissary shakes his head, going back to protocol.

 

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I'll check.'

 

You say 'The Nexus have developed a huge siege engine.'

 

Irthrier's emissary says 'All hail King Sylf Stalkholm!'

 

You smile at him.

 

Xorshir says 'Thats why the commotion in  the chasm?'

 

Xorshir moves over to the Kings front.

 

Xorshir says 'Better me than you.'

 

You will now be known as: King Sylf.

 

You are now a member of the royality.

 

You smile happily.

 

Sylf speaks out, 'Thank you all for being here, this is indeed a grand occasion.

 

Xorshir says 'Well......booms and crashes aside.'

 

You say 'Aye...'

 

Xorshir says 'Heres to King Sylf.'

 

You say 'We'll investigate shortly, for now, let us take a short time to celebrate.'

 

Urist begins to chant with the columns joining in, 'Hail King Sylf!  Long live the King!'

 

Xorshir says 'Keeper of the Light of the West.'

 

You smile at him.

 

Sylf offers a salute to the columns of Crusaders.

 

[PRAETORIAN] (Regent) Sylf: 'We'll go investigate once Irthriers emissary gives word.'

 

You say 'It's been a great many centuries since Miran had a King.'

 

You say 'It is truly an honor to be accepted by all of you.'

 

Xorshir says 'There is no other worthy, my lord.'

 

Ronk shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

 

You say 'I grew up here, in the south end of town.'

 

[sIGIL] (Oracle) Urist: 'Aye.  Though I apologize if I'm a bit impatient.  I don't like the thought of the Castle under possible attack on my watch.'

 

[PRAETORIAN] (Regent) Sylf: 'Aye, I understand, but I've orders from a higher authority to stay here for now.'

 

You say 'We were poor..'

 

[sIGIL] (Oracle) Urist: 'I gathered that.  Heh.'

 

You say 'Our next meal was never guaranteed.'

 

[PRAETORIAN] (Regent) Sylf: 'Aye, as I'm sure you know that I'd have been out there long ago.'

 

Xorshir nods.

 

You say 'To rise from such poverty to the position of King...'

 

You say 'A position of Royalty in the city I live and bleed for.'

 

[sIGIL] (Oracle) Urist: 'Never in doubt.'

 

Urist nods.

 

Xorshir says 'Unheard of.'

 

Xorshir says 'Until now.'

 

Sylf sheds a single tear. 'It is an unfathomable honor that has been bestowed upon me this day.

 

Urist and the surrounding columns give rise to a great cheer!

 

Xorshir says 'Take the honor, and fly with it.'

 

Ronk shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

 

Sylf raises his staff into the air, 'Val Miran will continue to move forward with me as her King.

 

You say 'No more War, no more Poverty...'

 

Tkanzhar flies in.

Draug rides in.

 

Ronk rubs his hands together in greedy anticipation.

 

Tkanzhar's lip curls up in an evil smile.

 

You say 'We will once again know peace here.'

 

You raise your eyebrow at Tkanzhar.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'We will indeed!'

 

[PRAETORIAN] (Regent) Sylf: 'Hm, I don't like the sound of that.'

 

'For the new king', Tkanzhar raises a giant clawed hand.

 

Urist raises an eyebrow at Tkanzhar's weird actions.

 

Draug snickers softly.

 

Urist says in Dwarvish 'I have a bad feeling about this...'

 

You say in Dwarvish 'As do I, Oracle.'

 

Tkanzhar grins wickedly at Draug, sharing his little secret.

 

Ronk mutters something quietly to himself.

 

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Aye'

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Please please, don't stop the elebrations!'

 

You are cheered on by Xorshir... you feel so loved!

 

You smile at her.

 

Ronk cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

 

You say 'Hm, let us all feast!'

 

'Sing, bard!' Tkanzhar roars, his thunderous voice echoing loudly.

 

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Hail to THE king of Val Miran, Sylf. Ender of wars.'

 

Ronk drinks rum from the barrel.

 

Tkanzhar looms right above Ronk, his breath coming hot and smelly through pointed yellow fangs.

 

You say 'Tkanzhar, save it.'

 

Ronk mutters something quietly to himself.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'But we celebrate, don't we?'

 

Urist watches Tkanzhar as he eats his meal.

 

Huge horrid fangs are revealed as Tkanzhar opens his mouth wide, laughing.

 

You say 'We do, as free men.'

 

You say 'Ronk need not do anything he doesn't want to.'

 

Urist pats Xorshir on her head.

 

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Nice try.'

 

Urist kneels and says a prayer to the gods for their guidance.

 

Again comes Tkanzhar's demonic growl.

 

Ronk nods at you in agreement.

 

You say 'If Ronk should choose to sing, he can, but he will not be forced to sing on my account.'

 

You say 'Or on yours.'

 

You peer intently at Tkanzhar.

 

Ronk cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

 

Sylf pops a magic berry into his mouth and smiles.

 

Tkanzhar snarls, his face locked in a mask of anger.

 

Tkanzhar's great shoulders ruffle in a shrug.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Very well then, we shall have it your way this day.'

 

Ronk holds a hand-carved lute in his hand.

Ronk strikes a sweet melody on a rusty blade.

Ronk prepares to sing 'Serenade'.

Ronk sings 'my HheahhRt aochhEs wHheNn you aore not hErE,'

Ronk sings 'tHhEhRe is nnothing elsEh i Hold dEhar...'

Ronk sings 'mmmy miNd haws nnnevEr beEN so cjlEahR,'

Ronk sings 'I ahlwawys wannnT you To stahhy neaR.'

Ronk sings 'Whhehn witH meh youhH'll nnnEver HhavEh To fehAhr,'

Ronk sings 'i will nnevEhR lEht youhh shEhd a tehAhr...'

Ronk sings 'onn my kNehes to show tHhat ii'm siNcehReh,'

Ronk sings 'ah lovEh tHhaht hHold truEhs tHhRoUghHout thHe yEhahhrs..'

 

 

[Tkanzhar] 'AH!'

 

You smile at him.

 

Xorshir chuckles at Ronk's joke.

 

Xorshir says in Dwarvish 'Lovely tune.'

 

You nod at Xorshir.

 

Urist agrees absolutely.

 

 

You say 'That was a wonderful song, Ronk.'

 

You smile at him.

 

Ronk says 'thHaaNck yoOoU..'

 

You say 'I thank you for singing it at my coronation.'

 

[Tkanzhar] 'I thank you too, dear Ronk.'

 

A sly smile flashes wickedly over Tkanzhar's vile expression.

 

Ronk beams a smile at Tkanzhar.

 

Tapping long curved talons on his fangs, making annoying little smacking sounds, Tkanzhar appears to considering something.

 

Sylf takes out a small knife and begins cutting pieces off of a magic mushroom.

 

Sylf eats a few pieces of the mushroom and rubs his stomach, 'Ahh, I'm quite full.

 

Tkanzhar stumbles around and falls over the mushroom, completely destroying it.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Ugh..'

 

Ronk grins evilly.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Excuse my clumsiness, Baron.'

 

You frown disapprovingly.

 

Sylf looks to Tkanzhar, 'Are you...alright?

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Or should I call you King now...'

 

Urist raises an eyebrow.

 

You say 'I am King, no doubt.'

 

Xorshir blinks innocently.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'No doubt indeed, King of this beautiful city that is Val Miran.'

 

Xorshir says 'Quite a city.'

 

You smile at her.

 

You say 'Indeed, it is beautiful.'

 

Tkanzhar eyes Xorshish and then Urist, 'It is rude to speak a language we can't all understand.'

 

You say 'Hm, a general of Nexus giving lessons on manners?'

 

Xorshir says 'It is rude, to not desire to learn it. For it is beautiful in its complexity.'

 

You say 'Today is indeed a special day.'

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Oh come on now, I behaved well during the ceremony, didn't aye?'

 

You say 'I can't say that you did, Tkanzhar, as you weren't here.'

 

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Ya did.  Because ya weren't here most o' the time.'

 

Xorshir chuckles politely.

 

Ronk smirks at Xorshir's saying.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'That's still good behaviour, by my standards.'

 

Irthrier's emissary gives you the golden crown of Val Miran.

 

You smile at him.

 

You wear the golden crown of Val Miran on your head.

 

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Some things aren't meant fer some ears.  Present or not.'

 

Sylf is using:

<used as light>      (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) a teal banner displaying a White Wolf

<worn on finger>     (Humming) a polished marble ring with blue swirls

<worn on finger>     (Humming) a polished marble ring with blue swirls

<worn around neck>   (Glowing) a Corimak Signet ring hanging from a thin silver chain

<worn around neck>   (Glowing) (Humming) a necklace with a small red fist

<worn on head>       (Glowing) the golden crown of Val Miran

<worn on ear>        (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) a silver hoop earring adorned with a heartgear

<worn on torso>      (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) a white lab coat

<worn on arms>       (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) some acid-etched armplates

<worn on hands>      (Invis) (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) flaming gauntlets

<worn on legs>       (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Crabshell leggings

<worn on feet>       (Glowing) boots of protection

<worn about body>    (Magical) (Glowing) a Minor Globe of Invulnerability

<worn about waist>   (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) a worn leather belt adorned with a heartgear

<worn around wrist>  (Humming) a bracelet of magic

<worn around wrist>  (Humming) a bracelet of magic

<wielded>            (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Pincer staff adorned with a soul tear

<worn on face>       (Glowing) hakeashar lenses

<floating nearby>    (Glowing) (Humming) the Mara'deth Kier

<in the quiver>      (100) some Godforged Steel arrows

<tattooed>           the Bleeding Fist

 

Urist must like Irthrier's emissary a great deal to beam at him so broadly!

 

Xorshir smiles at you.

 

Urist cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

 

You say 'I suppose it is official!'

 

Urist and the surrounding columns give rise to a great cheer!

 

Xorshir says 'Its a good look, King.'

 

You sit down on the King's Throne.

 

Ronk says 'thhAhts ahh niIsje cRoowNn.....'

 

Tkanzhar drools, 'That's a nice toy there, may I see it?'

 

You say 'Thank you all.'

 

You peer intently at Tkanzhar.

 

Xorshir kneels respectfully before you.

 

Tkanzhar takes a step back.

 

Sylf points at the crown on his head, 'Sure, there it is.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'What laws do you plan to enforce in this newly taken over city, my dear King?'

 

You say 'I'll make sure to send a scroll detailing new business when I get a chance, Tkanzhar.'

 

Tapping long curved talons on his fangs, making annoying little smacking sounds, Tkanzhar appears to considering something.

 

[Tkanzhar] 'Perhaps I can be your sheriff?'

 

Urist raises an eyebrow at Tkanzhar's weird actions.

 

You say 'I've already a guard captain.'

 

Tkanzhar's grin widens.

 

You say 'Hm..'

 

You say 'If you'll pardon me, I've got some business to tend to.'

 

[PRAETORIAN] (Regent) Sylf: 'Follow me, Urist.'

 

***We go to the Castle***

 

Before the Besieged Castle

  An enormous heap of broken partly fire-blackened, partly still glistering stone 

rises before you. The famous starstone walls of the castle have 

collapsed and are scattered randomly as if a huge explosion has occurred.

 Most of the debris resulting from the collapse has fallen on the western 

side of the Castle, carving in walls of interior rooms and causing more 

destruction inside. The remains of a huge pentagram can still be made

 out partly.

 

Before the Knight Cabal

  You stand before the once legendary castle of the Knights. It is obvious,

you see the aftermath of some calamity, as debris and dust covers 

everything, the castle's famous wall having collapsed on top of the 

western part of the castle. Armored soldiers pick through the rubble, 

trying to salvage whatever possible. The castle's moat is also filled up

 by debris, which emits an almost inaudible low hum, making the air

 above it shimmer as if in heat.

 

Broken Drawbridge

  Splintered wood and burned ashes are all that remains of the castle's

drawbridge.  Entering the castle is not very difficult however, as the moat

is filled up by debris from the wall's collapse.  Anyone simply needs to

climb over the distorted and fire-blackened starstone, which emits a dark

shimmering aura.  

 

ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!

 

Urist growls.

 

A Debris Littered Courtyard

  You find yourself in a courtyard whose ground has been paved with

interlocking, formerly white, bricks.  Now debris, dust and ash covers the

courtyard, and several of the white bricks have been cracked by heat or

impact.  

 

Rubble

  A huge pile of rubble lies here, emitting a soft, almost inaudible hum. 

Parts of the collapsed Castle wall, as well as broken beams from the former

Barrack's roof and parts of its walls are all mixed up hazardously, blocking

the path to the west were more debris can be seen.  The Pit has been dug out

of the rubble, no doubt an unpleasant task.  

 

 

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Errant Court

  Eight large podiums line the outside of a large, raised, marble circle. 

Inside the circle are ten sitting blocks arranged in a star.  A large volume

of water shoots up the side of each wall, disperses over the ceiling, and

back down another wall.  Oddly enough a powerful spray of water never

touches another spray.  The whole room gives you the sense you are drowning,

yet you are not even wet.  

 

A fine sheen of dust or perhaps ash covers everything and taints the water's

color to a light grey.

 

Collapsed Hallway

  Great parts of the hallway have collapsed, carved in by the falling outer

wall.  You can barely squeeze by the debris to make your way to the Chapel

further west, or return to the Errant Court to the east.  To the south, a

huge pile of broken stone, ash and debris is all that remains of the

barracks and the armory.  

 

The Chapel

  The Chapel has survived the destruction to the south mostly untouched. 

Though the archway entrance is scorched by flame, the interior shows pews

lining each side of the room, where masses can gather for prayer or sermon. 

A great dais stands in the front of the room with an alter perched upon it. 

Frescoes decorate the ceiling, depicting the God of Light in a ferocious

battle with those of evil.  

 

Hall of Commandments

  Iron chandeliers hang from the tall, vaulted ceilings of this hall

casting shadows throughout.  Engraved, brass placards are set evenly along

the wall, each ornately engraved.  A single torch, resting in a iron sconce

hangs above each placard illuminating each to ease in reading.  An attendant

is here, more than happy to share his knowledge regarding the commandments. 

 

A fine sheen of dust or perhaps ash covers everything.

 

One of the Knights' most sacred relics, this ancient slab of granite

known as "The Commandments" has stood in this position for longer than any

mortal can remember.  It was supposedly placed here by Sirant when this very

Castle was being built.  Its original carvings have been removed by the god

Moleran, who having assumed the role of the Acting Regent believed that

"Honor, Courage, and Birthright" are not adequate to define the proper

behaviour of a Knight be the Knight a he, a she, a Sigil, or a Praetorian. 

Now this great piece of holy rock bears a few simple lines:

 

Let not there be Weakness, only Strength.

Let not there be Fear, only Courage.

Let not there be Slaughter, only Mercy.

Let not there be Doubt, only Faith.

Let not there be Pride, only Humility.

Let not there be Greed, only Charity.

Let not there be Disgrace, only Honor.

 

A message has been scrawled on the bottom.

 

 

Urist tries very hard to remain composed.

 

The Royal Triad

  A large triangular table rests in the middle of this extravagant room. 

Rich tapestries depicting the royal crests of Val Miran, Rheydin, and

Miruvhor.  In front of each hanging is a oaken chair carved and cushioned

and gilded with precious metal.  The table before each chair is laden with

numerous documents and journals.  On the far side of the room is a large

throne, crafted from oak, and inlaid with silver, gold and other precious

metals.  The wooden floor has been covered with a fine carpet, depicting

Knights of old in various scenes of battle.  

 

This northerly part of the Castle is still untouched by the castle wall's explosion. 

 

Grand Hallway

  You are in an enormous hallway.  Wide enough to accomodate a dozen giants

and tall enough for three of them to stand on each others shoulders, great

care was put into its construction.  The walls are perfectly smooth and it's

nearly impossible to tell where a many-tonned brick meets another.  The

white marble floor is clean and a testament to the dwarves that built this

place.  

 

The eastern part of the Castle is still mostly untouched by the castle wall's explosion. 

 

[Exits: east west]

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Errant Court

  Eight large podiums line the outside of a large, raised, marble circle. 

Inside the circle are ten sitting blocks arranged in a star.  A large volume

of water shoots up the side of each wall, disperses over the ceiling, and

back down another wall.  Oddly enough a powerful spray of water never

touches another spray.  The whole room gives you the sense you are drowning,

yet you are not even wet.  

 

A fine sheen of dust or perhaps ash covers everything and taints the water's

color to a light grey.

 

[Exits: north east south west]

An elf apprentice is here, waiting for the council to determine his fate.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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A Debris Littered Courtyard

  You find yourself in a courtyard whose ground has been paved with

interlocking, formerly white, bricks.  Now debris, dust and ash covers the

courtyard, and several of the white bricks have been cracked by heat or

impact.  

 

[Exits: north east south west]

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Jousting Arena

  You stand atop the stairs of a large arena.  Rows of benches fill the

stands, where spectators watch the events below.  A large oval shapped

courtyard lies at the base where the challengers face each other in

tournaments.  A long wood rail runs down the center of the field, separating

the arena in half.  Pennents of various colors fly high on poles around the

arena.  On the north side sits a booth for the royalty to watch in comfort,

while pages and servants scurry about their duties.  

 

The eastern part of the Castle is still mostly untouched by the castle wall's explosion. 

 

[Exits: east west]

Two children hound people nearby for a bite off their turkey leg.

A peasant sits in the stands, cheering for his favorite Knight.

A peasant sits in the stands, cheering for his favorite Knight.

(White Aura) A tall, musclular man stands here, leaning upon an immense lance.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Battle Academy

  The din of battle is near deafening.  You stand in a large courtyard

surrounded by knights practicing various forms of combat.  From mounted men

charging into each other with blunted lances, to mailed knights clashing

with training weapons, all come here to train and master the art of combat. 

At the end of the courtyard stands a man on a platform, yelling commands and

instructions to the combatants.  

 

The eastern part of the Castle is still mostly untouched by the castle wall's explosion. 

 

[Exits: west]

(White Aura) A young blademaiden is here, wielding two short swords.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Jousting Arena

  You stand atop the stairs of a large arena.  Rows of benches fill the

stands, where spectators watch the events below.  A large oval shapped

courtyard lies at the base where the challengers face each other in

tournaments.  A long wood rail runs down the center of the field, separating

the arena in half.  Pennents of various colors fly high on poles around the

arena.  On the north side sits a booth for the royalty to watch in comfort,

while pages and servants scurry about their duties.  

 

The eastern part of the Castle is still mostly untouched by the castle wall's explosion. 

 

[Exits: east west]

Two children hound people nearby for a bite off their turkey leg.

A peasant sits in the stands, cheering for his favorite Knight.

A peasant sits in the stands, cheering for his favorite Knight.

(White Aura) A tall, musclular man stands here, leaning upon an immense lance.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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A Debris Littered Courtyard

  You find yourself in a courtyard whose ground has been paved with

interlocking, formerly white, bricks.  Now debris, dust and ash covers the

courtyard, and several of the white bricks have been cracked by heat or

impact.  

 

[Exits: north east south west]

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Rubble

  A huge pile of rubble lies here, emitting a soft, almost inaudible hum. 

Parts of the collapsed Castle wall, as well as broken beams from the former

Barrack's roof and parts of its walls are all mixed up hazardously, blocking

the path to the west were more debris can be seen.  The Pit has been dug out

of the rubble, no doubt an unpleasant task.  

 

[Exits: east]

     A large pit has been dug out here.

(White Aura) A short dumpy man peers at you through thick glasses.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Alas, you cannot go that way.

 

 

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A Debris Littered Courtyard

  You find yourself in a courtyard whose ground has been paved with

interlocking, formerly white, bricks.  Now debris, dust and ash covers the

courtyard, and several of the white bricks have been cracked by heat or

impact.  

 

[Exits: north east south west]

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Errant Court

  Eight large podiums line the outside of a large, raised, marble circle. 

Inside the circle are ten sitting blocks arranged in a star.  A large volume

of water shoots up the side of each wall, disperses over the ceiling, and

back down another wall.  Oddly enough a powerful spray of water never

touches another spray.  The whole room gives you the sense you are drowning,

yet you are not even wet.  

 

A fine sheen of dust or perhaps ash covers everything and taints the water's

color to a light grey.

 

[Exits: north east south west]

An elf apprentice is here, waiting for the council to determine his fate.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Collapsed Hallway

  Great parts of the hallway have collapsed, carved in by the falling outer

wall.  You can barely squeeze by the debris to make your way to the Chapel

further west, or return to the Errant Court to the east.  To the south, a

huge pile of broken stone, ash and debris is all that remains of the

barracks and the armory.  

 

[Exits: east west]

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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Errant Court

  Eight large podiums line the outside of a large, raised, marble circle. 

Inside the circle are ten sitting blocks arranged in a star.  A large volume

of water shoots up the side of each wall, disperses over the ceiling, and

back down another wall.  Oddly enough a powerful spray of water never

touches another spray.  The whole room gives you the sense you are drowning,

yet you are not even wet.  

 

A fine sheen of dust or perhaps ash covers everything and taints the water's

color to a light grey.

 

[Exits: north east south west]

An elf apprentice is here, waiting for the council to determine his fate.

Urist flies in.

Urist's Knight Avatar walks in.

 

 

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ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!

 

Urist growls.

 

Sylf glows with a white light and his eyes flash with a furious anger.

 

You say 'Sadly my time is near its end, else I'd deal with the Demon.'

 

Sylf takes a deep breath and sighs.

 

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I'd LOVE ta know how this happened.'

 

Urist nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

 

You say 'It had to have been the Engine..'

 

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I was on borrowed time as it was.'

 

You say 'There is no other way..'

 

Urist nods.

 

Sylf takes a deep breath and sighs.