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THE SINATORIUM CHRONICLE XI (day 92) of the time of sun era: WARNING: The "Wise Staffs Shop" has been robbed! Many powerful staffs have been stolen in the early mornings today. Although the town's Marshall has increased in the town's guards this cunning rogue manages to break in! Watch your purses adventurer's! Perhaps it is a group of rogues in the action. Investigations continue. If you have any news or have witnessed any unusual suspects please report to the either the captain's quarters or the Marshall’s magistrate. The legendary writer Marissa has extended her stay in town. She is visiting the bookstore "Torik's Old Writing" and will do some booksignings. She is known for such novels as " Interracial love between humans and wood elves", "Elvin History the last Decade", and her present bestseller "How to start a business with no gold". The daily lottery numbers are 6, 24, 43, 2, 40, 17. To play Sinatorium's gold lottery one has to visit "Old Flint's Warehouse" for more information. Currently there is 11,542 gold pieces in the pot. The Sun Era Horoscope Pixies - A joke and a tease will keep people at ease. Wood Elf - The knowledge of herb lore can save a life. High Elf - Intelligence is only valued if shared. Dark Elf - Dark thoughts are not welcomed on the surface. Dwarf - Boasting is a dwarf's nature, but don't overdue it. Hobbit - A riddle a day keeps the magician away. Human - Confusion begins from not knowing. Centaur - Grazing, hugging, and loving is a beasts unwanted nature. Minotaur - When times are rough a weapon is a must. Gnome - Sharing is hard, but inventing is easy. Try to show both. Half- Orc - Tankards of ale can make one rowdy. Be careful. Vampire - Not much is told of powers of the unknown. Sometimes it is a good thing. Lord Elkinsinan is looking for able adventurers to find the sacred sword of trust. It was his father's possession and has been missing since he childhood. Reward 500 gold pieces. If interested in this adventure then email the dungeonmaster. Interesting proposition. |
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I have no intrest in riches.
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I have no intrest in riches. |
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and i have interests in making sure Minotaurs get their lands back.
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and i have interests in making sure Minotaurs get their lands back. |
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I feel like reciting a poem for the occasion
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening ******, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever--or else swoon to death |
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The vampire will return soon. Me thinks she likes Minotaurs for some reason
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Samwise leaves the kitchen and sees the gnome bard recite a poem and claps. Just for that I offer you a drink on the house," the hobbit offers.
He then pours another mug of dwarven mead for the minotaur. |
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The vampire will return soon. Me thinks she likes Minotaurs for some reason |
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Edited by
smiless
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Wed 06/24/09 12:04 PM
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"What shall it be? A goblin's brew, a dwarven mead, a grapan liquor, or a fine elvin wine??" Samwise asks the gnome bard.
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perhaps.
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"What shall it be? A goblin's brew, a dwarven mead, a grapan liquor, or a fine elvin wine??" Samwise asks the gnome bard. |
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"And a fine elvin wine it shall be humble gnome bard," Samwise says proudly happy to talk to someone his size for a change.
He scurries off into the basement to get the finest wine the tavern owns. |
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The day is coming to an end. I have practiced much today.
I will head downstairs to take in the conversations for the rest of the day. I do hope that Boromir and his companions are back and was successful. Good afternoon folks and how have your day been. I must be weary of this vampire. Would not want to be made a meal. |
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"And a fine elvin wine it shall be humble gnome bard," Samwise says proudly happy to talk to someone his size for a change. He scurries off into the basement to get the finest wine the tavern owns. |
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The day is coming to an end. I have practiced much today. I will head downstairs to take in the conversations for the rest of the day. I do hope that Boromir and his companions are back and was successful. Good afternoon folks and how have your day been. I must be weary of this vampire. Would not want to be made a meal. |
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Samwise comes up with a bottle of wine and pours a glass for the gnome. He then sets the bottle next to the glass and smiles.
"Enjoy and mayhaps you make another song when you have a chance," the hobbit mentions. He then turns to greet Gloriana. "I do hope your stay is satisfactory. I prepared you some cheese and fruit incase you are hungry," he mentions stepping up on the step ladder to grab a mug. |
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*runs in an slams the door, stands in front of the door holding it shut. Her breathing is loud an heavy*
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Samwise looks worried. "What is going on?" he asks from behind the bar.
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hunting didnt go to well. someone was following me... not sure what or who it was.
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