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== Anti-Necromancy: ==
== Logs: ==
<!-- Generally, Zithri has a zero-tolerance approach to known Necromancers. He is convinced that a majority of the realm has become detached from the vile nature of necromancy -- to the point of being 'okay' and apathetic toward the Perverse. -->
<!-- Generally, Zithri has a zero-tolerance approach to known Necromancers. He is convinced that a majority of the realm has become detached from the vile nature of necromancy -- to the point of being 'okay' and apathetic toward the Perverse. -->
Check out logs [[Zithri/Logs|here]].
== Drunken Diaries: ==
<small>Anuril takes a sip of his tea.</small>

<small>Amabalis grins, revealing her dimples.</small>

<small>You hopefully ask Anuril, "Want somethin' stronger than that tea?"</small>

<small>Anuril ponders.</small>

<small>Anuril asks, "What have you got?"</small>

<small>You grin slowly.</small>

<small>You get a shot of Tog whiskey from inside your barkeep's apron.</small>

<small>Anuril raises an eyebrow.</small>

<small>You playfully say, "Start ya off slowly.."</small>

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

<small>Anuril has accepted your offer and is now holding a shot of Tog whiskey.</small>

<small>Anuril sniffs at a shot of Tog whiskey.</small>

<small>You quietly say to Anuril, "It won't kill ya."</small>

<small>Anuril makes a grunting noise.</small>

<small>Garvamres takes a sip of his windhaze.</small>

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

<small>Anuril casually observes the area.</small>

<small>Amabalis giggles.</small>

<small>You nod emphatically.</small>

<small>You firmly say, "Down the chute."</small>

<small>Amabalis rubs her hands together.</small>

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

<small>Anuril gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!</small>

<small>Garvamres gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!</small>

<small>Anuril winces.</small>

<small>You grin at Garvamres.</small>

<small>You grin at Anuril.</small>

<small>Anuril takes a sip of his tea.</small>

<small>Anuril quietly says, "Maybe IN the tea..."</small>

<small>Amabalis nods.</small>

<small>Garvamres chuckles.</small>

<small>You sigh dramatically.</small>

<small>Amabalis says, "Couldnt hurt the tea."</small>

<small>You slowly ask Garvamres, "How ya do that?"</small>

<small>You blink.</small>

<small>Garvamres grins at you.</small>

<small>You quickly say, "Not that I should..."</small>

<small>Anuril gasps and chokes as his face takes on a bright reddish hue!</small>

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

<small>Amabalis laughs!</small>

<small>Garvamres says in a Zoluren accent, "Glythtide's Gift spell."</small>

<small>Garvamres nods.</small>

<small>You slowly say, "Ahhh..."</small>

<small>You glance at Amabalis, a female Elf.</small>

<small>Amabalis grins, revealing her dimples.</small>

<small>You scoot over near Amabalis.</small>

<small>Amabalis takes a seat near you.</small>

<small>You sadly say to Amabalis, "Why don't you ever..."</small>

<small>Anuril takes a sip of his tea.</small>

<small>Amabalis cocks her head at you.</small>

<small>You curiously ask Amabalis, "Isn't that a Bard spell?"</small>

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

<small>You say, "Or..."</small>

<small>You glance at Garvamres, a male Elothean.</small>

<small>You slowly say to yourself, "Wait..."</small>

<small>Garvamres says in a Zoluren accent, "Cleric spell."</small>

<small>Amabalis says, "No its a cleric thing."</small>

<small>You say, "Ahh..."</small>

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

<small>You bop yourself over the head.</small>

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

<small>Garvamres chuckles.</small>

<small>Amabalis laughs!</small>

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

<small>You grin drunkenly.</small>

<small>You accept Garvamres's offer and are now holding some Reshalia stout.</small>

<small>You happily say, "Cheers, mate."</small>

<small>You take a sip of the stout.  Smooth and pleasant ... warms your throat!</small>

<small>You hum happily to yourself.</small>

<small>Amabalis nods.</small>

<small>You grin drunkenly.</small>

<small>Gabigale just arrived.</small>

<small>You see Gabigale, an Elven Commoner.</small>

<small>You break out in a silly grin.</small>

<small>You say to Gabigale, "Good afternoon, miss..."</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>Gabigale says, "Hello."</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>Gabigale glances at you.</small>

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

<small>Necho nods to Amabalis.</small>

<small>You slowly ask, "New to The Crossin'?"</small>

<small>You gaze thoughtfully at Gabigale.</small>

<small>Gabigale says, "Yes, somewhat.."</small>

<small>Anuril asks you, "What else have you got?"</small>

<small>You gawk at Anuril.</small>

<small>Anuril appears to be trying hard not to grin.</small>

<small>You laughingly exclaim to Anuril, "You're interested in more?!"</small>

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

<small>You distractedly say to Gabigale, "Oh, I see..."</small>

<small>You smile.</small>

<small>Gabigale says, "But have recently returned now that I'm grown."</small>

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

<small>You softly say to Gabigale, "And you -have- grown..."</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>Amabalis appears to be trying hard not to grin.</small>

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

<small>You playfully ask, "Take it up a notch, no?"</small>

<small>You glance at Anuril, a male Elf.</small>

<small>Amabalis grins at Necho, her dimples flashing into view.</small>

<small>You rummage through a black barkeep's apron stitched with boozy iconography</small>

<small>Anuril ponders.</small>

<small>You get a bottle of Asketi's ride from inside your barkeep's apron.</small>

<small>Anuril reluctantly says, "I suppose.."</small>

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

<small>You confidently say to Anuril, "You'll be fine."</small>

<small>You wink at Anuril.</small>

<small>Anuril squints.</small>

<small>Anuril sniffs at a bottle of Asketi's ride.</small>

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

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>You softly say, "Not in need of a..."</small>

<small>You carefully ask, "Guide?"</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>Anuril observes Gabigale with fascination.</small>

<small>You take a sip of the stout.</small>

<small>Amabalis sighs and drops her face into her hands in defeat.</small>

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

<small>You give a slight nod.</small>

<small>Anuril pats you on the back.</small>

<small>You sadly say, "I see."</small>

<small>Gabigale says, "There's dangerous stuff out there ya know."</small>

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

<small>You say to Gabigale, "Horribly dangerous."</small>

<small>Anuril stumbles, just a little.</small>

<small>You grin at Anuril.</small>

<small>Anuril quickly dives to one side, conking his head in the process.</small>

<small>You proudly say to Anuril, "You're stayin' upright... I'm impressed."</small>

<small>You slowly say, "Well.."</small>

<small>Anuril covers his head with his hands, seeming frightened of something.</small>

<small>Anuril snorts, loudly.</small>

<small>You tilt your head down.</small>

<small>Anuril dryly says, "It was short lived."</small>

<small>You try not to grin at Anuril.</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>Anuril looks around, seeming quite relieved.</small>

<small>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."</small>

<small>Anuril sits up.</small>

<small>Anuril leans against a carved cedar bench.</small>

<small>You hum to yourself.</small>

<small>You slowly say to Gabigale, "Well, I dunno 'bout that..."</small>

<small>Gabigale says, "I'm just an ordinary villager."</small>

<small>You gaze thoughtfully at Gabigale.</small>

<small>You dryly say, "'Ordinary' is someone like Anino."</small>

<small>You say to Gabigale, "You're not that."</small>

<small>You wave your hand distractedly.</small>

<small>You take a sip of the stout.  Smooth and pleasant ... warms your throat!</small>

<small>You distractedly say, "In any case..."</small>

<small>You take in a great breath of air.</small>

<small>You lean forward.</small>

<small>You stand back up.</small>

<small>You pat Garvamres on the back.</small>

<small>You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>You drunkenly say to Garvamres, "The stout is good."</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>You weakly say, "Too good."</small>

<small>You guzzle down the stout.</small>

<small>You finish off the rest of it, and set the bottle aside.</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>You drunkenly say, "I should shuffle off before I embarrass myself.."</small>

<small>You rub your neck.</small>

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

<small>You drunkenly say to Anuril, "And you... you be well."</small>

<small>You hiccup.</small>

<small>Gabigale says, "I'm sure I'll see you around."</small>

<small>Anuril nods to you.</small>

<small>You grin drunkenly at Gabigale.</small>

<small>Anuril says to you, "Thank you for the drinks."</small>

<small>You drunkenly say to Anuril, "Truly... it is my pleasure."</small>

<small>You wave.</small>

<small>You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.</small>

<small>Garvamres waves.</small>

<small>You stumble out.</small>

Latest revision as of 22:07, 5 April 2025

Zithri
[[Image:Zithri.jpeg|200px]]
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.

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Logs:

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