Log file from Mike - Aaelin.
The Golden Anchor Tavern - Linas(#3030Rnt)
The Golden Anchor Tavern is a very popular spot. The building is made of wood, with a stone foundation. The wooden floor is swept clean at the moment, though often it can become quite dirty as fights between the crews of various trading ships break out. The tables set about the room are all round, and more or less match. Their chairs on the other hand come in an assortment of shapes and colors, as do the people sitting in them.
At the rear of the building is the bar, where the tavernkeeper sells his finest to his finest patrons. Stools line the bar, and glasses hang behind it, some not very clean. Bottles of ale and wine sit behind the bar. The tavern is a rough place, but the sailors are generally good fellows.
Contents:
Michel(#713PerAC@McJF)
DorLan(#2649PeAcF)
Opi(#2304PeACc)
Obvious exits:
Back Room
leads to The Back Room - Golden Anchor - Linas.
Out leads to On the Docks - Linas.
+Time: Aaelin: 12:00 PM on Thursday, February 20 of the Year 1200 CA
Game: Sun May 07 13:21:04 2000
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General Weather for Certain Regions of Aaelin
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Arctic: Clear Desert: Clear
Forest: Fog Jungle: Rain
Mountain: Snow Plains: Sleet
Sea: Fair Swamp: Fog
None: Snow
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Noontime sunlight tries to shine down on the docks without, but heavy clouds that spew sleet block its attempts. Inside the tavern known as the Golden Anchor it is dark, windows barred against the cold weather without. Sailors stare glummily into cups of ale. One patrons of the tavern sits at a booth just to the left of the door, alone at the moment, a glass of wine in his hands as he scans the small crowd, apparently looking for someone.
Adventurer Loc # On For Idle Cmds Des Host
DorLan 3030 00:10 45s 15 16 ppp11210.qc.bellglobal.com
Islae 3224 00:19 44s 16 19 ip152.vpop142.psi.net.uk
Michel 3030 00:28 1m 33 18 ts15-181.ctaz.com
Jerric 3030 00:32 0s 63 14 arpa-66022.atl-001.abraxis.
Opi 3030 01:01 1m 34 17 63.163.56.134
Telas 2852 03:26 11m 52 13 PPPa46-ResaleFrederickB1-2R
There are 6 players connected.
~*~* Noin, an IC Linas Human, has connected in The City of Linas *~*~
DorLan has left.
DorLan has arrived.
~*~* Michel, an IC Navigant Draak, has disconnected in The City of Linas *~*~
Opi is looking at you weirdly.
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Linas MOTD!
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General: Welcome to Linas, mightiest of human nations.
IC: Recently, Lord Gabriel was raised to the Council of Five by Lord Serin, the Lord of Justice. Gabriel is now the Lord of Commerce. Several Aelves have been in the city telling people of a demon named Faris, though not many truly believe them. These aelves claim to be from a people known as the Yilras. Several Sephnil, who came with the Saragnoss Leader Sssra for the ceremony were Gabriel was raised, are still in town, though its been heard they'll leave soon.
OOC: A lot of RP has been going on in Linas, scattered all about the city. We've currently have some Yilras in town, as well as several Sephnil. We also have the only two Kaylin in town. So we've got lots of cool RP :)
If you are a member of Linas, you need to have a @desc before roleplaying or trying to get a job. Certain jobs might require a history, which will need to be at least 5 lines. These are likely to be mainly positions of power (A Priest of the church, a Knight of Justice, etc).
Your LAs: Jerric, and Kaelye
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In a dark corner of the room, a man seems to be fall asleep with a large buck in his hand. This young man has his dark hood on the head. His face his under it and nobody can see him. Few time, his large and huge hand just move to his mouth with the buck. A large sip falland reach his mouth. His long feet are holded by the chair in front of him like if he was sleeping.
Master Linas ZMO/MOTD_IC - Set.
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Linas MOTD!
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General: Welcome to Linas, mightiest of human nations.
IC: Much is going on... The Sephnil have attacked a caravan.. An object was recovered from the raid that has since disappeared from the vaults of the Republic's Army.. Where did it go? And these strange rat-creatures that have appeared, these Razar... From where did they come? (No one knows, btw. They should be brought into RP if you can, they eat stuff :) Big rats, chew holes in walls, etc :P) And there's rumors that a strange sickness has started in the poorer sections of town...
OOC: A lot of RP has been going on in Linas, scattered all about the city. We've currently have some Yilras in town, as well as several Sephnil. We also have the only two Kaylin in town. So we've got lots of cool RP :)
If you are a member of Linas, you need to have a @desc before roleplaying or trying to get a job. Certain jobs might require a history, which will need to be at least 5 lines. These are likely to be mainly positions of power (A Priest of the church, a Knight of Justice, etc).
Your LAs: Jerric, and Kaelye
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The door opens and a figure wrapped tightly in a blue cloak enters, closing the door and trapping the cold, wintery weather outside behind him. He shivers violently, almost like a convulsion as the warmer air inside the tavern touches his flushed face. Making his way towards a table nearby he removes his cloak and drapes it across the chair, then does the same with his weapon. Sitting down slowly he peers around the room...
The man in the booth by the door sips his drink, continuing his scanning of the crowd. Eyes fall on the large man that seems almost asleep, then move on to see the new comer, the figure so tightly wrapped against the weather. His eyes follow this one, studying him. To himself he mutters something, unheard by any others. He continues to watch the blue-cloaked one.
Suddenly with a rapid move, the young man get on his feet but stay sitted. His eyes turns to the new comer and see the other one not too far of him. DorLan didn't says anything but seems to be really interreted by those people. The young man keep his hood on his head too.
Opi rubs his arms gently warming them for a few minutes, still watching everyone around him. His eyes fall upon Dorlan in the corner, sleeping and he shakes his head chuckling at the big smith always being so tired. He yawns, and stretches his arms far back over his head. Gazing around the room slowly, thoughtfully, then pipes up, "Not too cheery in here is it? Everybody asleep but me?" He inquires with a grin.
With a quirked eyebrow, the man at the booth says, "No. Far from asleep." He sips his wine, and continues with this converstation that spans the room, "Merely not taking an active role in events, playing the observer. At the moment, anyways." He leans back in his chair, giving Opi a nod, a belated greeting.
DorLan turns again to the man and takes his large buck with his large right hand. Again he approches it to his mouth and takes a long sip from it. Then he places the buck back on the table. With his other hand, he removes his hood from his head and nods slwoly to Opi. DorLan stands up and says gnetly,"Anybody want something! I pay!" The young man approches the table not far of him and says,"Can I sit sir!?"
Opi shrugs slightly, then says in more hushed tones, "Feel free too.. But I wouldnt suggest throwing yer hard earned money around like that." He pauses and shakes his head, "People could drink you out of forge and home when you offer things such as that." He then turns to face the man in the booth, "More often than not, observing is a better course of action than most."
Jerric nods to Opi, and chooses to not follow up on the converstation at the moment.
GAME: Faris rises up to freeze the sun and the moon.
GAME: Faris releases her hold on time.
+Time: Aaelin: 1:00 PM on Thursday, February 20 of the Year 1200 CA
Game: Sun May 07 13:52:23 2000
The young man moves his hand to his pockte and drop on the table a little pocket and says slowly to Opi,"Yeah you may be right...but do you want anything.?"
Opi declines with thanks.. "Not currently. Thanks anyway." He looks at the smith for a second, "I assume work has been paying off lately, no?"
Players Online Record: 16
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Name Sex Status Species Culture Location
Noin F --/IC Human Linas The City of Linas
DorLan M --/IC Human Linas The City of Linas
Islae F --/OOC Human Linas The City of Linas
Jerric M W-/IC Half-Aelven Linas The City of Linas
Opi M --/IC Human Linas The City of Linas
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Flag Help: E = Emeritus r = Royalty W = Wizard
h = +COM Haven H = Page Haven IC = In Character OOC = Out of Character
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Total Players Connected: 5
~*~* Silriel, an IC Kharon Kaylin, has connected in The City of Linas *~*~
DorLan nods slowly and says,"Yeah last time I've see you I was really busy but not that's ok. Almost all my work is done till people ask me to do new things!"
Opi grins at him, "So how comes the artwork?"
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Top Times for the Top 10 Connected Players
Last Reset: Mon May 01 00:00:57 2000
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1. Manannan..................1d 6h 24m 22s
2. Michel....................1d 5h 13m 27s
3. Telas.....................1d 2h 45m 59s
4. Zathmat......................20h 55m 19s
5. Beurchas.....................18h 23m 59s
*6. DorLan.......................18h 0m 25s
7. Nimaldawen...................17h 40m 28s
8. Gabriel......................12h 25m 4s
*9. Opi.......................... 9h 59m 29s
*10.Silriel...................... 8h 38m 9s
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+TOP: Jerric has been connected for 6h 55m 2s this month.
From his booth by the door, the other man rejoins the converstation suddenly, saying, "Artwork?" He says nothing but that word, directing it at both of the others. Sipping his wine, he studies their faces in the dim light of the tavern.
DorLan seems to be a bit confuse now but he finaly says slowly,"Yeah I've work on it but it not going too well...my inspiration is gone...maybe that will come back soon!" DorLan takes a long sip of his beer.
Adventurer Loc # On For Idle Cmds Des Host
Islae 3224 00:58 1m 35 19 ip152.vpop142.psi.net.uk
There are 6 players connected.
Opi thinks for a moment, "Maybe you need to get out and do things more often.. Cant be inspired sitting in a forge all day." He turns to the man in the booth, "Would you care to join us Mr.....?"
Jerric nods to Opi, standing slowly from his table and walking calmly over to them. Sipping his wine, he supplies a name, "Travance. Jerric Travance to give you the complete name." Pulling a chair out from the table with his foot, he sits down in it, and promptly leans back.
Opi merely blinks at the name, showing as little surprise as possible. Jerric.. Opi has heard that name before, but cant remember an entirity of what was said about the man, a traveler is all he can recall as of yet. "Well.. Mr Travance, an artist then?" He asks idly.
Jerric smiles slightly, swirling the contents of his glass around being draining it, and setting it on the table. With a strange grin, he says, "Artist? Perhaps...but really, I'm more of a collecter, if you will. I try to obtain what good art I might come across. But there's so little real talent in the world. Its a bit pathetic."
Opi shrugs, "Depends where yer lookin I'd say.. And what type of talent, and art.. Sword play can be an art, cultivating plants can be an art, banging metal on metal in a forge can be an art." He nods appreciatively to Dorlan, "Its all in how you look at things, everthing is art." He thinks deeply again about who this Jerric Travance is...
DorLan nods slowly and says,"What I do can be take as art...make sword can be great thign!"
Jerric smiles a bit grimly, "Art has many forms, but I meant the definition most people put to art, as in the artwork of painters and sculpters. The others are valid examples though. But I have no interest in collecting plants. Weapons, paintings, music...these are true forms of art. A bit hard to collect music though."
~*~* Silriel, an IC Kharon Kaylin, has disconnected in The City of Linas *~*~
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Trathis -- Blacksmith and Lieutenant of the Military sect, Saragnoss.
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Culture: Saragnoss Status: OOC
Race: Sephnil Sex: Male
Real Name: Sean McCuaig Email: Seanmcc@prodigy.net
Personal: Well, if you need some weapons, pay me!
Elsewhere: Trathis@Elendor
Trathis was last on Tue Mar 07 21:10:33 2000
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+TOP: Trathis has been connected for 0s this month.
Opi chuckles at him, "So which art form do you contribute to?" He remembered some of the talk about this half-aelven man, "Collecting.. I do a bit of collecting myself. Funny I havnt seen you around much though."
Players Online Record: 16
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Name Sex Status Species Culture Location
Trathis M --/OOC Sephnil Saragnoss The Saragnoss Swamp
Aderick M --/IC Sephnil Saragnoss The Saragnoss Swamp
Noin F --/IC Human Linas The City of Linas
DorLan M --/IC Human Linas The City of Linas
Islae F --/OOC Human Linas The City of Linas
Jerric M W-/IC Half-Aelven Linas The City of Linas
Opi M --/IC Human Linas The City of Linas
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Flag Help: E = Emeritus r = Royalty W = Wizard
h = +COM Haven H = Page Haven IC = In Character OOC = Out of Character
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Total Players Connected: 7
DorLan just listen to the conversation.
~*~* Noin, an IC Linas Human, has disconnected in The City of Linas *~*~
Jerric smiles once more, and says, "Collecting is a special form of art in and of itself. And I'm fairly good at collecting."
Jerric smiles once more, and says, "Collecting is a special form of art in and of itself. And I'm fairly good at collecting." He grabs the sleeve of a basing waitress and requests a new glass of wine, and then turns back to Opi. "As for not seeing me, I tend to be in and out of the city often."
Opi rolls his neck around gently producing a few audible pops, "Ahh.. That makes sense then. You do most of yer collecting elsewhere, or in Linas?" He seems very interested, "I assume you know Barrik too then?" As the waitress comes back with Jerric's wine Opi politely asks, "A glass of water if you would." She smiles and walks off.
DorLan has left.
DorLan walks in from the southwest.
DorLan has arrived.