The Trouble With Absinthe

The Trouble With Absinthe

This is just a fun little log of Danay inbibing a bit too much absinthe. This took place during the GSS time period, in between events going on in the EN. Danay has always been known to get drunk occasionally, but if she's under emotional pressure it's much more likely to happen. She drank quite a bit during this period of her life. Juspera wasn't exactly the most stable or safest person to be around at that point in time, which helps indicate Danay's general frame of mind in choosing her as a drinking buddy.

The middle part of the log is an example of how roleplaying by yourself can actually be fun sometimes. And also makes more sense for character continuity than just going on to doing something else with other people as if nothing has happened in between.

2/10/03

s>[Yegharren Valley, Narrow Cave]
Massive walls of dark granite meet overhead to form a small passage, shielded from the wind and weather. The walls are patterned with greenish lichen, and clumps of white-capped mushrooms grow in the sparse patches of soil and debris that have collected in the cool darkness of the cave.
Also here: a stunned Juspera who is sitting
Obvious exits: out

s>An owl hoots somewhere close by, its mournful sound like a ghost in the woods.

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe. Strong stuff!

s>Juspera takes a drink from her golden brandy. Juspera's eyes glaze over slightly and her face pales.
Juspera is stunned!

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe. Strong stuff!

s>Juspera shudders.

s>Juspera glances at a bottle of golden brandy.

s>You smile.

s>You say in Elven, "I still remember the very first airship I ever saw."

s>You say in Elven, "It was that Potentate fellow's."

s>You say in Elven, "Did you ever meet him? He was always lost."

s>Juspera shakes her head.

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe. Strong stuff!

s>Juspera says, "No, though I think Mustafo did."

s>You say in Elven, "Funny fellow."

s>You laugh out loud!

s>You nod to Juspera.

s>Juspera grins.

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, a silly grin spreading across your face. Life is good!
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>(Danay hums a little)

s>Juspera takes a drink from her golden brandy. Juspera's eyes glaze over slightly and her face pales.
Juspera is stunned!

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, a silly grin spreading across your face. Life is good!
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>You say in Elven, "I really like this."

s>You carefully inspect your minty green absinthe.

sR>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, a silly grin spreading across your face. Life is good!
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>Juspera wrinkles her nose.

s>Juspera says, "I dislike absinthe."

s>You say in Elven, "This is the last of my stock."

s>You sigh sadly.

s>Juspera takes a drink from her golden brandy. Juspera's eyes glaze over slightly and her face pales.
Juspera is stunned!

s>You ask in Elven, "Why do you dislike it?"

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, gently swaying your head back and forth in the process.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>Juspera says, "It's yucky."

s>You say in Elven, "Tis a bit bitter, but it brings an odd form of clarity."

s>You break out in a silly grin.

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, gently swaying your head back and forth in the process.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>Juspera glances at you.

s>Danay smiles at nothing in particular.

s>Juspera grunts.

s>Juspera takes a drink from her golden brandy. Juspera's eyes glaze over slightly and her face pales.
Juspera is stunned!

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, then burst into a sudden fit of laughter.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>Juspera stares at you.

s>Juspera mutters something about elves.

s>You grin ear-to-ear.

You ask in Elven, "What was that?"

s>You lean forward.

s>Juspera says, "You need more practice."

s>You ask in Elven, "Practice doing what?"

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, then burst into a sudden fit of laughter.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

sR>Juspera says, "Drinking."

s>Juspera mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

s>Juspera takes a drink from her golden brandy. Juspera's eyes glaze over slightly and her face pales.
Juspera is stunned!

s>You say in Elven, "Oh I practice all the time."

s>You flash a wide grin.

s>Juspera mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

s>You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

s>You glance at a bottle of minty green absinthe.

s>You say in Elven, "I just remembered...."

s>You say in Elven, "The last time I had some of this...."

s>Juspera glances at you.

s>You say in Elven, "I think I asked one of the Cloud crewmembers out on a date."

s>You blush a nice shade of rosy pink.

s>Juspera snickers.

s>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe, gently swaying your head back and forth in the process.
Roundtime: 2 sec.

s>You take a swig of your absinthe, seemingly uncaring that much of it escaped out of the corner of your mouth and now drips down your chin. You then gaze about the room for a moment before giving Juspera a saucy wink.
Roundtime: 5 sec.

sR>Juspera clenches her jaw.

s>Juspera says, "Maybe you should get back to town."

s>You squint at Juspera.

s>You ask in Elven, "What is wrong?"

s>Juspera says, "I'm going to sleep."

s>You say in Elven, "Oh..."

sR>Juspera points out.

s>You move to a kneeling position.

K>You squint at Juspera.

K>You ask in Elven, "Did I say something to upset you?"

K>Juspera says, "Go on, you'll be safer."

K>Juspera smiles thinly.

K>You ask in Elven, "Safer than here?"

K>You scratch your head.

K>You attempt to take a swig of your absinthe, but for some reason you have difficulties swallowing it. Instead, you elect to let it dribble from your lower lip. The world spins around you, and nausea threatens to overcome you - perhaps it is time to sober up a bit.
Roundtime: 20 sec.

KR>Juspera says, "Oh yes."

KR>Juspera asks, "You don't feel well, do you?"

KR>Juspera says, "Best fog home."

KR>You groan.

KR>You ask in Elven, "Fog?"

KR>You feel the blood drain from your face.

KR>You stand back up.

>Juspera says, "You could walk, but I wouldn't advise it."

>You sway back and forth.

>You frown.

>You ask in Elven, "What did I do to make you mad at me?"

>drin my ab In your state, you should be drinking coffee - not more liquor!

>Juspera grins slowly.

>Juspera says, "Maybe we'll talk tomorrow."

>Juspera reaches out and pulls a wavy grey imflass misercord from thin air!

>You sigh heavily.

>You wave.

>Juspera waves.

You begin to walk out but trip over something and end up stumbling your way there.

[Yegharren Valley, Ravine's Edge]
The level ground of the old riverbed suddenly disappears as the ground falls away to the east amid a jumble of boulders and fallen branches where a rushing waterfall must have once filled the still air with mist countless years ago. A huge formation of piled rocks bounds the northern entrance to the ravine, and the more traversable ground of the forest rises in a shady hillside to the south. High moors rise beyond the deep ravine, their geography shrouded in clouds of darkening mist.
Obvious paths: south, west, northwest

>You hiccup.

>A cloud passes over the moons, and for a moment, the forest seems as dark and silent as the grave.

>You gaze up into the heavens.

>You lean against a huge formation of rocks.

>(Danay hums in an odd high-pitched sing-song.)

>drin my abIn your state, you should be drinking coffee - not more liquor!

>A tawny brindlecat stalks in!

>You wave to the tawny brindlecat.

>You belt out, "Hi!"

>A tawny brindlecat bounds west.

>You belt out, "Where are you going?!"

>hug ab
I'm quite sure that the absinthe appreciates the sentiment.

>You sniff.

>A tawny brindlecat stalks in!

>A tawny brindlecat claws at you!
AS: +174 vs DS: +54 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +47 = +198
... and hits for 22 points of damage!
Stomach shot lands with a hollow *thump*.

>You exclaim in Elven, "Ow!"

>A tawny brindlecat bounds south.

>You furrow up your face and wince.

>whineHow can they be so mean to you?!

>A tawny brindlecat claws at you!
AS: +174 vs DS: +54 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +20 = +171
... and hits for 15 points of damage!
Quick slash to your upper right arm! Just a nick

>You say in Elven, "Leave me alone."

>w
[Yegharren Valley, Riverbed]
Smaller trees have taken root in the shade of the older oaks that bound the ancient riverbed, their leafy branches intertwining in the filtered moonlight. The subtle, rich scent of earth and rotting leaves drifts through the air. A narrow strip of ground leading east through the trees has been obviously trampled, as if many visitors have passed in that direction.
Obvious paths: north, east

>w
[Yegharren Valley, Forest]
A sprawling thicket of blackberry bushes threatens to overrun the path here, its tangled branches forming ominous shapes in the filtered moonlight. The roots of the surrounding oaks crisscross the open ground, peeking out from the thick carpet of dirt and leaves. You also see a tawny brindlecat.
Obvious paths: north, east, southwest

>You hum distractedly as your mind wanders.

>A tawny brindlecat bounds southwest.

>You turn around.

>n
[Yegharren Valley, Forest] The massive trunk of a fallen oak lies half-buried in the loam, home to colonies of tiny brown and white mushrooms that in turn are home to thousands of tiny beetles and spiders. The underbrush grows thicker on the northern hillside, making the forest impassable in that direction.
Obvious paths: south, southwest

>nw
[Yegharren Valley, Trail] Branches grow thickly overhead, weaving in a nearly junglelike canopy of oak and cedar boughs and drifting moss. The narrow trail slopes further down to the southeast, its route becoming clearer as it winds between tree trunks and hillside boulders.
Obvious paths: southeast, west

>A plains orc scout wanders in!

>You hiccup.

>You cower away from a plains orc scout.

A plains orc scout wanders west.

>You turn around.

>A plains orc scout wanders in!

>You say in Elven, "Hmmm..."

>You ask in Elven, "Which way to go home?"

>You peer quizzically at a plains orc scout.

>A plains orc scout wanders southeast.

>You mutter something inaudible.

>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe. Strong stuff! Only one sip of absinthe remains, so savor it.

>You take a hearty swig of your absinthe. Strong stuff! Having finished your absinthe, you now place the empty vessel aside.

>You hear the faint thoughts of Quinstol echo in your mind: "Good morning, Ta'Illistim."

>(Danay belches)

>You hear the faint thoughts of Allanor echo in your mind: "Howdys."

You hear your own faint thoughts echoing in your head: "Hi Quinstol!"

>w
[Yegharren Valley, Trail]
The trail slopes steeply down to the east, descending into a lush, wooded valley. Bright green fireflies flicker among the ferns that line the shaded path. Far to the east, a vast moonlit expanse of tree-dotted grassland and distant mist-shrouded moors can be glimpsed through the branches.
Obvious paths: east, northwest

>e
[Yegharren Valley, Wooded Slope]
Acorns lie scattered around the leaf-carpeted soil under a particularly fruitful old oak, and a few red and grey squirrels scamper in and around the tree, gathering their nutty feast even in the night's darkness. The forest floor dips in a shaded, brush-filled furrow just to the north. You also see a great stag.
Obvious paths: north, east, west

>You hiccup.

>A great stag tries to impale you with his antlers!
AS: +193 vs DS: +119 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +20 = +129
... and hits for 14 points of damage! Minor puncture to the chest.

>You furrow up your face and wince.

>A great stag charges at you!
AS: +167 vs DS: +109 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +93 = +188
... and hits for 17 points of damage!
Your right leg jerks momentarily but snaps right back.

>You say in Elven, "Oof."

>(Danay rubs her leg)

>A great stag trots east.

>e
[Yegharren Valley, Wooded Slope]
A wide trail winds eastward between the trees, zigzagging up a steep slope that rises out of the forest to a grassy plateau. Thick patches of fiddlehead ferns thrive beneath the spreading branches of the older maples and oaks, competing with saplings born of falling seeds and acorns for the space between the roots. You also see a great stag.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, west

>w
[Yegharren Valley, Clearing]
Banks of deep green grass surround a bubbling spring that emerges from the forest floor in the center of a bright clearing between the trees. Moonlight glints faintly on the water and illuminates the flat, moss-carpeted boulder that extends over the woodland pool.
Obvious paths: east, northwest

>The moonlight filtering through a gap in the trees reflects on a pair of glistening yellow eyes watching you from the shadows. A moment later, they are gone.

>You blink.

>You squint.

>You belt out, "Helloooo!"

>nw
[Yegharren Valley, Wooded Slope]
Patches of green ferns and a profusion of wildflowers cover the gentle, rocky slope, thriving in the scattered moonlight that glistens through the branches of the surrounding oaks. Thick moss covers the numerous roots and rocks that encroach on the trail, ready to trip the unwary traveller.
Obvious paths: north, southeast

>You hear the faint thoughts of Juspera echo in your mind: "Hi Quinstol."

>You flash a wide grin.

>You wave.

A tawny brindlecat claws at you!
AS: +217 vs DS: +109 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +61 = +200
... and hits for 21 points of damage!
Weak slash to your lower back!

>You hiccup.

>A great stag snorts as he slowly backs away.

>A great stag trots east.

>A great stag charges at you!
AS: +125 vs DS: +99 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +5 = +68
A clean miss.

>You giggle.

>A great stag trots west.

>ne
[Yegharren Valley, Wooded Slope]
Younger oaks and maples dot the hillside above an undergrowth of moonlit ferns and the dark forms of bushes. The wind blows stronger here, occasional gusts from the east rustling ominously in the shadowy branches of the trees.
Obvious paths: north, southwest

>A great stag tries to impale you with his antlers!
AS: +193 vs DS: +54 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +83 = +257
... and hits for 62 points of damage!
Blow to the eye dazes Danay. You struggle to recover.
You are knocked to the ground!
You are stunned for 12 rounds!

A great stag tries to impale you with his antlers!
AS: +193 vs DS: +4 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +18 = +242
... and hits for 66 points of damage!
Great shot penetrates thigh and shatters bone!

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

...departing in 10 mins...

The great stag stomps proudly in triumph!

DEAD>You gather the energies of your spirit to create a supernatural howl, but only manage a ghostly wheezing sound.

DEAD> * Danay just bit the dust!

DEAD>A tawny brindlecat rakes her claws across your dead body!

DEAD>You say in Elven, "Hey...."

DEAD>Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

DEAD>You giggle eerily.

DEAD>Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

DEAD>You exclaim in Elven, "Eyes! I feel eyes!"

DEAD>Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

DEAD>A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Assclepius.

DEAD>Assclepius says, "hello"

DEAD>You say in Elven, "Hi."

DEAD>
You see Assclepius SpiritSearcher the Cleric.
He appears to be a Giantman. He appears to be ancient and very tall.
He has sleepy crystal blue eyes and tanned skin. He has a shaven head of jet black hair with lighter streaks. He has a long face, a thin nose and broad shoulders.
He has a long white beard, a small lockpick tattoo on his neck, a small black skull tattoo on his forearm, and a rising phoenix tattoo on his ankle.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a naginata in his right hand.
He is wearing an elegant black silk gem pouch, a braided spidersilk satchel, some forest green brigandine, a delicate rose, a shimmering glaesine orb, a deep purple violet, a tanik amulet, a beaded friendship pin, a battered leather map case, a silver-tooled dwarven wand sash, an imflass threaded war harness, some baggy brown linen trousers, a sneering orc face pin, a butterfly charm, a black crescent moon amulet, some gold and black butterfly wings, a small golden butterfly pin, some leather sandals, a glass amulet, a long dark spidersilk cloak, a wide gold ring, and a heavy backpack.

DEAD>Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

DEAD>Assclepius says, "sorry i dont speak elven"

DEAD>Assclepius says, "hmm"

DEAD>You exclaim, "Time to learn!"

DEAD>Assclepius chuckles.

DEAD>Assclepius gestures at you.
You feel a tingle on your soul, as if a powerful hand is gently cradling it.

DEAD>A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Krendella.

DEAD>Assclepius says, "how you die"

DEAD>Assclepius peers quizzically at you.

DEAD>Krendella asks, "need help?"

DEAD>Assclepius reaches down and tenderly cradles your lifeless hand in his.

DEAD>Krendella asks, "o a cleric?"

DEAD>Krendella smiles.

DEAD>Assclepius nods to Krendella.

DEAD>You say, "The cats were scratching me."

DEAD>Krendella laughs!

DEAD>Assclepius says, "bah bad cats"

DEAD>Assclepius scowls at a tawny brindlecat.

DEAD>Assclepius says, "lets get you back to town"

DEAD>Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

DEAD>Assclepius gestures.
Your surroundings blur for a moment . . .

[Ta'Illistim, Sylvar Pointe]
The breathtaking view from the edge of the precipice is nothing short of spectacular. Spread across the valley to the southeast, the twinkling lights of crafters' huts and the township of Sylvarraend dot the dark landscape, echoing the glimmer of constellations in the night sky. Just beyond the northern edge of the Wraithenmist, mist rolls off the Lake of Shadowed Sorrows, drifting up through the dark sky in ethereal wisps. You also see a small trail.
Also here: Assclepius, Great Lady Krendella
Obvious paths: none

DEAD>You say, "Then I got gored, I was trying to pet the deer."

DEAD>Assclepius stumbles about then collapses!

DEAD>Krendella giggles.

DEAD>You giggle eerily.

> DEAD>Assclepius says, "same thing happens to my good friend glub"

DEAD>Assclepius sits up.

DEAD>You ask, "Aye?"

DEAD>Assclepius begins to do his best to mend your wounded leg.
Roundtime: 3 sec.

DEAD>Assclepius says, "lets get you walking"

DEAD>Assclepius nods.

DEAD>Assclepius raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

DEAD>Assclepius gestures at you.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Assclepius encompassing you. You sense the warmth and comfort of salvation.

DEAD>You say, "I think there is a huge hole in my chest."

DEAD>Krendella smiles.

DEAD>Assclepius carefully diagnoses your injuries.

DEAD>Assclepius says, "well there is but no blood seepin out"

DEAD>Assclepius says, "which is nice"

DEAD>You say, "Guess it all leaked out already."

DEAD>Krendella laughs!

DEAD>Assclepius gestures at you. Assclepius suddenly looks very drained.

You feel a sudden jolt of nothing short of the raw power of divine intervention. For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to move quite yet, but feel relieved nonetheless.
You feel the touch of the hand leave your soul.

PSJ PJ>You groan.

PJ>You sit up.

sJ>You furrow up your face and wince.

sJ>You say, "Thank you for coming for me."

sJ>Assclepius says, "gladly"

sJ>(Danay rubs her head)

sJ>You say, "I lost my bottle."

sJ>You frown.

sJ>Assclepius asks, "have you been drinking?"

sJ>Assclepius peers quizzically at you.

sJ>You grin sheepishly.

sJ>You nod.

sJ>Assclepius whistles tunelessly to himself.

sJ>Krendella says, "that be what i heard"

sJ>Krendella smiles at you.

sJ>You blink at Krendella.

sJ>You ask, "Where did you hear that?"

sJ>Assclepius says, "on the net"

sJ>Krendella says, "round town on dae net"

sJ>You scratch your head.

sJ>Krendella grins at you.

sJ>Assclepius says, "said you passed out in stags"

sJ>You blush a nice shade of rosy pink.

sJ>You say, "How embarassing."

sJ>Assclepius says, "naw its quite funny"

sJ>You move to a kneeling position.

KJ>You furrow up your face and wince.

KJ>You stand back up.

J>Assclepius says, "ive passed out in wraiths before"

J>You groan.

J>You chuckle at Assclepius.

J>Assclepius chuckles.

J>Krendella chuckles.

J>You say, "Thank you both again, I think I will go get healed."

J>You wave.

J>Krendella says, "surely"

J>You move toward a small trail and then stumble, making a total fool out of yourself.

[Ta'Illistim, Sylvar Pointe]
The carefully tended garden is ensconced in a small hollow near the cliff's edge. Through small crevices and in the low bowl of the hollow itself, a myriad of flowering plants tumble over one another in their haste to garner sunlight and water. A small trail, barely visible in the moonlight, leads to the edge of the precipice.
Obvious paths: northwest