Item:Small mechanical cleric
| small mechanical cleric | |
|---|---|
| Look: | A holy aura of benevolence emanates from the Cleric, illuminating his countenance brightly. He has crystal blue eyes. His blue-black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn braided. He has tanned skin. |
| Core Noun: | Unknown |
| Weight: | 5 stones |
| Metal: | Unknown |
| Appraised Cost: | 312500 Kronars250,000 Lirums <br />225,500 Dokoras <br />312.5 LTBpoints <br />312.5 Tickets <br />312.5 Scrips <br /> |
| Properties: |
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| Dimensions: | ? length x ? width x ? height |
| Sources: | Source is Item:Worn and tattered map |
You study your mechanical cleric carefully. Obviously of Gnomish crafting, the tiny articulated cleric seems almost lifelike in its movements. You're sure that you could do the following things to it:
POKE, RAISE, TAP, TILT, TURN
You poke your cleric in the chest. That's surely one way to anger the gods!
You lift up your cleric. It looks to the sky in apparent delight.
You tap the cleric and it smiles kindly at you.
You tilt the cleric. It holds out a hand as if telling you to stop that!
You turn the cleric and wind it up several times. [NOTE: TURN leads to the following ATMO messages from the toy.]
The mechanical cleric furrows its brow. It looks concerned. Taking a tiny flask and cloth from within its robes, he reverently kneels on your palm and begins to methodically wash your thumb. Upon completion, a sense of peace seems to wash over the toy's face and he smiles with a sense of accomplishment.
Your mechanical cleric cautiously peers over the side of your hand. What could it possibly be looking for?
The faintest hint of a smile crosses the face of your mechanical cleric as it taps the business end of its little metallic mace.
Your mechanical cleric turns its head and glances at you. It straightens its robes and bows ever so slightly.
Your mechanical cleric closes its eyes as if in prayer. Its expression is quite peaceful.
Your mechanical cleric calmly strolls back and forth atop your hand, as if pontificating upon something of grave importance.
The mechanical cleric kneels down on your hand, then makes a few subtle motions. After a long moment, it rises back to its feet and smiles.