Zithri

Zithri
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Status	Active
Race	Elf
Gender	Male
Guild	Ranger
Instance	Prime

Description:

Zithri Gazen'Molujan of Elanthia, an Elf.
You have an oval face, pointed ears, sparkling ale-brown eyes and a small nose. Your golden brown hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a strand of polished fire opal beads. You have tanned skin and a lean build.
You are slightly under average height for an Elf.
You appear to be young.
You are wearing a black barkeep's apron stitched with boozy iconography, a black leather bullwhip, some loose firestorm samite pants, a thin black wicker basket with leather straps and some cuffed forester's boots.

Family History:

https://elanthipedia.play.net/Contraire_family

Drunken Diaries:

Anuril takes a sip of his tea.

Amabalis grins, revealing her dimples.

You hopefully ask Anuril, "Want somethin' stronger than that tea?"

Anuril ponders.

Anuril asks, "What have you got?"

You grin slowly.

You get a shot of Tog whiskey from inside your barkeep's apron.

Anuril raises an eyebrow.

You playfully say, "Start ya off slowly.."

You offer your Tog whiskey to Anuril, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Anuril has accepted your offer and is now holding a shot of Tog whiskey.

Anuril sniffs at a shot of Tog whiskey.

You quietly say to Anuril, "It won't kill ya."

Anuril makes a grunting noise.

Garvamres takes a sip of his windhaze.

Anuril chews on the rim of the shot glass holding his Tog whiskey, looking rather anxious.

Anuril casually observes the area.

Amabalis giggles.

You nod emphatically.

You firmly say, "Down the chute."

Amabalis rubs her hands together.

Anuril holds a shot of Tog whiskey high into the air for all to see.

Anuril gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!

Garvamres gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!

Anuril winces.

You grin at Garvamres.

You grin at Anuril.

Anuril takes a sip of his tea.

Anuril quietly says, "Maybe IN the tea..."

Amabalis nods.

Garvamres chuckles.

You sigh dramatically.

Amabalis says, "Couldnt hurt the tea."

You slowly ask Garvamres, "How ya do that?"

You blink.

Garvamres grins at you.

You quickly say, "Not that I should..."

Anuril gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!

You say to Garvamres, "I'd likely die from poisonin' if I had that ability."

Amabalis laughs!

Garvamres says in a Zoluren accent, "Glythtide's Gift spell."

Garvamres nods.

You slowly say, "Ahhh..."

You glance at Amabalis, a female Elf.

Amabalis grins, revealing her dimples.

You scoot over near Amabalis.

Amabalis takes a seat near you.

You sadly say to Amabalis, "Why don't you ever..."

Anuril takes a sip of his tea.

Amabalis cocks her head at you.

You curiously ask Amabalis, "Isn't that a Bard spell?"

Anuril drops his mug in a marble statue of an elegant Elven woman carrying a shallow basin in her arms.

You say, "Or..."

You glance at Garvamres, a male Elothean.

You slowly say to yourself, "Wait..."

Garvamres says in a Zoluren accent, "Cleric spell."

Amabalis says, "No its a cleric thing."

You say, "Ahh..."

You sadly say, "I don't know much about Holy OR Elemental magic."

You bop yourself over the head.

You matter-of-factly say to Garvamres, "Well! You're in luck... I'm lookin' for a new Cleric friend."

Garvamres chuckles.

Amabalis laughs!

Garvamres offers you some Reshalia stout.  Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You grin drunkenly.

You accept Garvamres's offer and are now holding some Reshalia stout.

You happily say, "Cheers, mate."

You take a sip of the stout.  Smooth and pleasant ... warms your throat!

You hum happily to yourself.

Amabalis nods.

You grin drunkenly.

Gabigale just arrived.

You see Gabigale, an Elven Commoner.

You break out in a silly grin.

You say to Gabigale, "Good afternoon, miss..."

You hiccup.

Gabigale says, "Hello."

You hiccup.

Gabigale glances at you.

You carefully say to Gabigale, "Don't believe I've seen you 'round these parts before..."

Necho nods to Amabalis.

You slowly ask, "New to The Crossin'?"

You gaze thoughtfully at Gabigale.

Gabigale says, "Yes, somewhat.."

Anuril asks you, "What else have you got?"

You gawk at Anuril.

Anuril appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You laughingly exclaim to Anuril, "You're interested in more?!"

Gabigale says, "I was here a long time ago when I was just a young elfling."

You distractedly say to Gabigale, "Oh, I see..."

You smile.

Gabigale says, "But have recently returned now that I'm grown."

Anuril says to you, "Well, I figured you were trying to scare me off with that burning stuff."

You softly say to Gabigale, "And you -have- grown..."

You hiccup.

Amabalis appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You distractedly say to Anuril, "Let me see what I've got..."

You playfully ask, "Take it up a notch, no?"

You glance at Anuril, a male Elf.

Amabalis grins at Necho, her dimples flashing into view.

You rummage through a black barkeep's apron stitched with boozy iconography

Anuril ponders.

You get a bottle of Asketi's ride from inside your barkeep's apron.

Anuril reluctantly says, "I suppose.."

Anuril has accepted your offer and is now holding a bottle of Asketi's ride.

You confidently say to Anuril, "You'll be fine."

You wink at Anuril.

Anuril squints.

Anuril sniffs at a bottle of Asketi's ride.

You hopefully ask Gabigale, "As for you... I imagine you're findin' your way 'round alright?"

You hiccup.

You softly say, "Not in need of a..."

You carefully ask, "Guide?"

You hiccup.

Anuril observes Gabigale with fascination.

You take a sip of the stout.

Amabalis sighs and drops her face into her hands in defeat.

Gabigale says, "I find my way around town decently enough, and usually don't wander too far."

You give a slight nod.

Anuril pats you on the back.

You sadly say, "I see."

Gabigale says, "There's dangerous stuff out there ya know."

Anuril takes a drink of his Asketi's ride.  He shivers uncontrollably, and his lips start turning an odd shade of blue.

You say to Gabigale, "Horribly dangerous."

Anuril stumbles, just a little.

You grin at Anuril.

Anuril quickly dives to one side, conking his head in the process.

You proudly say to Anuril, "You're stayin' upright... I'm impressed."

You slowly say, "Well.."

Anuril covers his head with his hands, seeming frightened of something.

Anuril snorts, loudly.

You tilt your head down.

Anuril dryly says, "It was short lived."

You try not to grin at Anuril.

You hiccup.

Anuril looks around, seeming quite relieved.

Gabigale says, "And I'm not special like most the folks around here. Don't know how to do magicks or roar like a beast or what not."

Anuril sits up.

Anuril leans against a carved cedar bench.

You hum to yourself.

You slowly say to Gabigale, "Well, I dunno 'bout that..."

Gabigale says, "I'm just an ordinary villager."

You gaze thoughtfully at Gabigale.

You dryly say, "'Ordinary' is someone like Anino."

You say to Gabigale, "You're not that."

You wave your hand distractedly.

You take a sip of the stout.  Smooth and pleasant ... warms your throat!

You distractedly say, "In any case..."

You take in a great breath of air.

You lean forward.

You stand back up.

You pat Garvamres on the back.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

You hiccup.

You drunkenly say to Garvamres, "The stout is good."

You hiccup.

You weakly say, "Too good."

You guzzle down the stout.

You finish off the rest of it, and set the bottle aside.

You hiccup.

You drunkenly say, "I should shuffle off before I embarrass myself.."

You rub your neck.

You hopefully say to Gabigale, "Maybe I'll catch ya 'round more often."

You drunkenly say to Anuril, "And you... you be well."

You hiccup.

Gabigale says, "I'm sure I'll see you around."

Anuril nods to you.

You grin drunkenly at Gabigale.

Anuril says to you, "Thank you for the drinks."

You drunkenly say to Anuril, "Truly... it is my pleasure."

You wave.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

Garvamres waves.

You stumble out.