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Talmud's Prize


As a prize for completion of a quest that was on-going for several months, Cordir was granted dispensation to summon Talmud to a non-temple, non-guild room, if he could get to the zone it was in. He did, and this is what he saw... The first mortal ever to see it.
This log was provided by Talmud, and is from his point of view.
Mag Annwyn
[Exits: none]
Where ARE you? One moment you knew, but now you find yourself in this
strange, hellish place. It's a meadow, but such a meadow as you've never
seen before. Twisted grass grows up in oddly deformed shapes, like some
artist had tried to make monstrous sculptures out of the plant life here.
The trees that surround this evil-looking glade are bare of leaves, and
decorated only with the silken strands of a thousand spider webs. Owls
and ravens look down at you from the branches, their stares frighteningly
intense. To the west of you is a dark lake, its black water shrouded with
discolored mist, while in all other directions, fierce, impenatrable-looking
briars and those stark, menacing trees block your exit.
You realize with a profound terror that you are not alone.. you can hear
things; shuffling through the trees, clawing at the ground... creatures you
are certain you never, ever wish to see....
The sky is rainy and a warm southerly breeze blows.
(Purple Aura) Cordir is here.
(Purple Aura) Talmud is here.
You sit down and thinks deeply.
Talmud looks around slowly.
Cordir says, 'Welcome to Mag Annwyn'.
Cordir says, 'You are the first mortal to EVER set foot here.'.
Cordir says, 'That is the first gift I have for you'.
Cordir says, 'For completing of your quest.'.
Talmud seems to raise a brow.
You bow deeply.
You say (in common), 'I am very honored'.
l n
The spiders seem to love this part of the wood best, and have covered the
trees with so many of their webs that it almost seems to be snowing. Small
indigo spiders scurry about in the trees, on the ground, furiously going
about the business of weaving. The patterns formed by the webs, almost
opalescent, seems quite beautiful. Except... except that one of the shadows
you can see deep in the web, coccooned and drained of all life, seems to
have the shape of a man...
The spider-web is closed.
Cordir says, 'I received special permission to bring you here.'.
Cordir says, 'Look around.'.
Your skin feels soft again.
Your force shield shimmers then fades away.
c shield
You are surrounded by a force shield.
c 'stone skin'
Your skin turns to stone.
l e
The briar here forms thick clumps of inpenetrable brush filled with small,
mocking white flowers and thorns as long as your hand. One patch of the
brush thins and at first you think that it might be possible to escape that
way, but closer examination shows that it is not a path, but a burrow. The
bright gold eyes of a wolf stare back at you, and you retreat quickly before
its menacing growl. You've never seen a wolf that big before. An owl
resting nearby looks at you and hoots, almost a chuckle, at your predicament.
The briar-patch is closed.
l s
The trees here twist and seem to move when you are not looking at them
directly. The menace here can't just be your imagination. THINGS are
watching you from the shadows, things that hate and kill, staring at you
with hard yellow eyes. Small toadstools - the name Fly Agaric comes to mind -
are the only color you can see; small clusters of red and white at the base
of the trees. Even such brightness looks bloated and decayed, as if the
lighting itself is wrong. Off in the distance you think you can see lights,
but they shift and move in no human fashion. From a tree close by, a
raven watches you hatefully while he tears apart a small mouse.
The tree is closed.
l w
A large black lake stretches out to the south of you, the near side filled
with rotting marsh reeds, snails, and toads. You cannot guess how deep the
lake is, and the yellow-white mists obscure your ability to estimate its
size. There is something wrong with the hazy fog, too... parts of it that are
too thick, clump together in wrong ways, almost as if the mist was somehow
...alive. You cannot shake the feeling that trying to leave over the water
would be a certain way to die.
The mists is closed.
l d
Water has seeped up, and pools at your feet. The ground is moist, marshy,
and has a strong, sweet, almost cloying scent. Tangled roots reach up like
the arms of the dead to clutch at your legs, and you vervently wish that you
could be gone from this place.
l u
The sky overhead seems darker than it should, given the time and season...
Although out of doors, not a single pair of wings graces the sky.
You nod.
You say (in common), 'Where is this...'.
% shiver
Brrrrrrrrr.
Cordir utters the words, 'dispel magic'.
Your skin feels soft again.
Your force shield shimmers then fades away.
You are no longer invisible.
The detect magic wears off.
You slowly float to the ground.
You no longer see invisible objects.
The rain stopped.
Cordir utters the words, 'detect invis'.
Your eyes tingle.
Cordir frowns.
Cordir says, 'that... shouldn't be...'.
Cordir utters the words, 'detect hidden'.
Your awareness improves.
Talmud seems to raise a brow.
You shake your head.
frown
What's bothering you?
Cordir frowns.
Cordir is starting to be annoyed.
You comfort her.
whoz
Players near you:
Talmud
Cordir
Cordir says, 'Well, damn.'.
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Mag Annwyn
[Exits: none]

Where ARE you? One moment you knew, but now you find yourself in this
strange, hellish place. It's a meadow, but such a meadow as you've never
seen before. Twisted grass grows up in oddly deformed shapes, like some
artist had tried to make monstrous sculptures out of the plant life here.
The trees that surround this evil-looking glade are bare of leaves, and
decorated only with the silken strands of a thousand spider webs. Owls
and ravens look down at you from the branches, their stares frighteningly
intense. To the west of you is a dark lake, its black water shrouded with
discolored mist, while in all other directions, fierce, impenatrable-looking
briars and those stark, menacing trees block your exit.
You realize with a profound terror that you are not alone.. you can hear
things; shuffling through the trees, clawing at the ground... creatures you
are certain you never, ever wish to see....
The sky is cloudy and a cold northern gust blows.
No one has been through here recently.
Cordir is here.
(White Aura) The Each-Uisge shakes himself off as he rises from the lake.
Cordir says, 'That needs fixing.'.
l each-uisge
This is the most gloriously beautiful horse you have ever seen, with a
shining black coat that puts the darkest moonless night to certain shame and
a wondrously long and ample mane of jet hue. His eyes are wild and bright,
bright blue, like the color of a clear sea in summer. His muscles are
perfect, his legs long: what a joy to ride a horse like this! You find your-
self moving forward to grab hold of the mane, to mount this King of horses,
when something stops you...
.
Since when do horses have fangs?
The Each-Uisge looks at you and snickers.
The Each-Uisge is in perfect health.
You blink.
You say (in common), 'What... is that?'.
% l each-uisge peek
This is the most gloriously beautiful horse you have ever seen, with a
shining black coat that puts the darkest moonless night to certain shame and
a wondrously long and ample mane of jet hue. His eyes are wild and bright,
bright blue, like the color of a clear sea in summer. His muscles are
perfect, his legs long: what a joy to ride a horse like this! You find your-
self moving forward to grab hold of the mane, to mount this King of horses,
when something stops you...
.
Since when do horses have fangs?
The Each-Uisge looks at you and snickers.
The Each-Uisge is in perfect health.
You peek at the inventory:
Nothing.
% con each
They're not here.
% con each-uisge
Death will thank you for your gift.
Cordir says, 'That's a bit better.'.
Cordir says, 'At least you can see him.'.
Talmud nods, not in the least disturbing the cowl about his head.
The sun rises in the east.
Cordir says, 'whee! lag spam'.
You comfort her.
Cordir says, 'Have you seen all that you wish to see?'.
You say (in common), 'I... I believe so.. if this was something I ever desired to see.'.
Talmud nods, not in the least disturbing the cowl about his head.
Cordir chuckles, evidently amused.
Talmud glances to the north again.
Cordir says, 'Then pick a pathway out.'.
l n
The spiders seem to love this part of the wood best, and have covered the
trees with so many of their webs that it almost seems to be snowing. Small
indigo spiders scurry about in the trees, on the ground, furiously going
about the business of weaving. The patterns formed by the webs, almost
opalescent, seems quite beautiful. Except... except that one of the shadows
you can see deep in the web, coccooned and drained of all life, seems to
have the shape of a man...
The spider-web is closed.
open n
You open the spider-web.
You say (in common), 'The webs...'.
% c 'stone skin'
Your skin turns to stone.
You nod.
Cordir nods.
% c shield
You lost your concentration.
Cordir says, 'what about them?'.
% c invis
You fade out of existence.
% c 'detect magic'
Your eyes tingle.
You are hungry.
You say (in common), 'Feel a bit more comfortable passing through...'.
Talmud glances at the shape again.
You shrug.
You say (in common), 'Here we go'.
Cordir now follows you.
You say (in common), 'The more I talk, the less resolute my will becomes'.
sn
You attempt to move silently.
% n
Talmud leaves north.
In The Loom of the Weaver
[Exits: none]
You are surrounded on all sides by the massive beams of the loom which..
well... somehow seem much bigger from the inside than it appeared on the
outside. The air is dead calm, with no movement whatsoever, yet you can
hear the sound of a wind rustling against the threads above you. A sense
of peace flows over you like a soft blanket of warmth, instilling you
with a sense of safety and well-being.
No one has been through here recently.
Cordir appears out of nowhere.
Talmud seems to smile inside the darkness of the cowl.
l u
Above you lie the threads of the Loom, pristine and perfect in their order.
The loom is closed.
open u
You open the loom.
close u
You close the loom.
% whoz
Players near you:
Cordir
Talmud
l s
The walls are made of a fine dark blue, almost black, slate.
Cordir says, 'You have been here before, I assume?'.
Talmud nods, not in the least disturbing the cowl about his head.
You are hungry.
You say (in common), 'My refuge'.
You ponder the question.
Tirayel tells you (in elven), 'I'm rather new and trying to get a mage to second level so she can be saved.'.
% l e
A small plaque of dark green jade hangs inconspicuously on the east wall.
% l w
The walls are made of a fine dark blue, almost black, slate.
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The walls are made of a fine dark blue, almost black, slate.
Cordir arches an eyebrow inquisitively.
% l plaque
Carved in the shape of a spider from darkest jade, this plaque is inscribed
with runes of silver which read, "A Note From The Area Designer: Thanks go
to four Immortals - the Lords Sirak, Gryphon, Molo and Khore, for Their aid
was irreplaceable. Deepest respects go to Lord Thaygar, for granting His
permission to use the Triat. Acknowledgment is also given to Mr. Robert
Anson Heinlein. All 'L.L.' quotes contained herein should be credited to
him and his character, 'Lazarus Long'."
You say (in common), 'Just... curious.'.
You tell Tirayel, 'Okay... how can I help you?'.
You are hungry.
Your skin feels soft again.
You say (in common), 'Of that last... area I found myself, and now here'.
Tirayel tells you (in elven), 'Any tips?'.
% c 'stone skin'
Your skin turns to stone.
You are hungry.
whoz
Players near you:
Cordir
Talmud
You ftell, '?'.
Cordir ftells, 'what?'.
Tirayel tells you (in elven), 'I've played a warrior who found lots to trainon in her practice room north of the Scholar's garden,'.
Cordir ftells, 'did I miss something you said?'.
You ftell, '(just a bit confused)'.
You shake your head.
### [Somewhere, Palmer MOOO!]
Tirayel tells you (in elven), 'but everything in the mages' looks at me like a punk'.
% who 20 30
9 players.
Hum [ Cl:24 Wa:20 ] Zedar fights to maintain BALANCE. NO LIMIT SOLDIER!
Hum [ Th: 5 Wa:17 Ma:16 ] Tyreth the Grey Knight, Power of the Arcanes
Hum [ Ma:15 Ra:11 Th:16 ] Jessica Unity's expectant mother! *Grishmo*
Gno [ Cl:17 Wa:17 ] Finstis the Miner, Power of the Arcanes
Hel [ Ra:20 Ma:20 Th: 9 ] Korran Stonebow -=*Balance*=- *Aphrael*
Hum [ Th:24 ] Palmer, Rogue of the Black Conclave
Hum [ Wa:24 ] Keisha, A Warrior for (NASH) and his Life's Blood
Hum [ Th: 7 Ra:17 Cl:18 ] Mordon is afkish so prolly wont respond
Elf [ Wa:17 Ma:20 Th:15 ] Talmud, Theologian of Fate.
You are hungry.
Your skin feels soft again.
Cordir says, 'Still pondering?'.
Cordir says, 'Or enjoying the stillness?'.
You say (in common), 'That last area put some unrest into me...'.
Cordir nods.
You say (in common), 'But...'.
Cordir says, 'Mag Annwyn is not a kind gentle place'.
You say (in common), 'Much like when you go from a noisy place to one of silence, the silence tends to be deafening...'.
You say (in common), 'So is it with this peace'.
Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'i wanted to show you that place.'.
Cordir says, 'it is... an allegory of sorts'.
Cordir says, 'a place, representing a thing.'.
Talmud nods, not in the least disturbing the cowl about his head.
You say (in common), '"Fly Agaric" ?'.
Cordir says, 'inquire about. Others may be able to tell you about those'.
You nod.
You rest.
Cordir ftells, 'Chosen, please help Tirayel however you can'.
Cordir ftells, , 'She seems to be struggling in the Realm'.
### [Saran tells Tirayel (in elven), 'sorry ... i have heard that you need aid']
Cordir ftells, 'Okay, Chosen, I must be going'.
You ftell, 'Farewell, Lady'.
Cordir says, 'Rest well, my Theologian'.
You bow before her.
Talmud seems to smile inside the darkness of the cowl.
(End Scene)

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