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Halloween Costumes!


I'm certain there are more entries into Tamar's costume contest than these, but here's the ones I spotted...



Elf [ Demigod ] Vorax, Nurse Bliss' mental patient

I will flay the skin from your flesh and the flesh from your bones and
scrape your bones dry. And still you will not have suffered enough.
Heh...heh...heh...they think I'm CRAZY. But I know better.
It is not *I* who am crazy. It is I who am MAD!
Didn'tcha hear 'em? Didn'tcha see the CROWDS?
Oh my beloved ice cream bar...how I love to lick your creamy center!
HOOOWWWWWW...and your oh-so-nutty chocolate covering! You're not like
the others...you like the same things I do! Waxed paper...boiled
football leather...dog breath.
We're not hitchhiking anymore! 
We're RIDING!

I'm going to sing The Doom Song now! Doom doom da doom doom doom da doom
doom doom dadadoom doom doom doom da doom doom...
Vorax is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Vorax is in perfect health.
Vorax is using:
<worn on body> a white straitjacket
<worn on head> a pair of flight goggles
<worn on legs> a pair of pajama bottoms
<worn on feet> a worn pair of old slippers
<worn about waist> a catheter
<worn around wrist> a Medic Alert bracelet
Vorax gossips (in drow), 'Trick or treat!'.
Solanthas gossips, 'Trick!'.
Phriti gossips (in aarakocran), 'twick or tweet'.
Vorax gossips (in drow), 'I was hoping for a treat. :('.
Vorax gossips (in drow), 'You house gets egged tonight!'.
Mystical gossips (in common), 'i got a treat for you Vorax'.
Solanthas gossips, 'bah, only good boys gets treats'.
Bliss gossips, 'Vorax gets no treats'.

Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] Bliss, Registered Nurse: Shout 9-1-1 for Emergency <Inv 70>

Nurse Bliss is indeed busy today taking care of all the mental patients in the sanatorium.
She looks like she is about to give some lucky patient a sponge bath, after injecting
him with something purplish-green. You notice her cap is pinned on just perfectly,
with her long auburn tresses neatly tucked up into a french twist. She smiles brightly
at you and asks if you need an examination. She will be more than happy to check your
pulse, listen to your heart beat, check your pupils, and inject you with her special concoction.
Bliss is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Bliss is in perfect health.
Bliss is using:
<used as light> (Token magic) (illuminated) an Ophthalmoscope
<worn around neck> a stethoscope
<worn on body> an extremely short, low-cut white dress
<worn on head> a nurse's cap
<worn on legs> a pair of white lace stockings
<worn on feet> a pair of white stiletto heels
<worn on hands> a pair of latex gloves
<worn about waist> a white leather belt
<wielded> a syringe with a long, thick needle
<wielded off-hand> (Humming) a tongue-depressor
<held> a big, soapy sponge
<worn with pride> a sanatorium ID badge
Lanfear says (in common), 'INJECT ME!'.

Azeworai shouts (in common), '9-1-1 i NEED HELP!'.




Hum [ Lesser Goddess ]Cordir has become a sociopath.. it was Fate.
The woman who slouches before you has a sardonic, feral smirk curving her lips.
Her pale, scratched hands move restlessly at her sides, as if unable to keep
from typing 'whozone' at a meteoric rate, and trying to keep the cat off the
keyboard. Glancing at a notebook covered in a astonishing array of facts and
bits of data including home towns, reports, and stolen glances at inventories
and equipment lists, her hazy blue eyes scan the horizon, searching for prey.
A large, forgotten mug holds a no-longer very cold quart of some unknown,
caffeine and sugar laced substance to help her maintain the long hours needed
to track down the smallest possible character in her level range and pounce.
A row of blinking lights reflect up on her face, from the row of IMs calling
for her attention. She chews reflectively on her lower lip and her eyes narrow
once more as she glances around her surroundings. A quick movement of one hand
checks her macros and aliases once more, and a soft, muttered curse escapes as
she sees someone depart the Realm. 'Next time, bloo, you gonna be my biatch!'
Cordir the evil PKer is in perfect health.
worn on finger    (Potent magic) raggedly bitten fingernails
worn on body (Potent magic) a blue t-shirt badly in need of laundering
worn on head (Potent magic) a ballcap worn backwards
worn on legs (Potent magic) droopy, torn sweatpants, stained with catsup
worn on feet (Potent magic) a pair of mis-laced sneakers
worn on arms (Potent magic) hand and wrist support braces
worn about body (Potent magic) a flannel bathrobe
wielded (Potent magic) a slice of day old pizza
worn with pride (Potent magic) logs from her last four PKs
worn with pride (Red Aura) a PK'er's grim determination
Cordir is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Cordir is in perfect health.


Khore tells you, 'i dont wear my bathrobe when I pk.'.

Kaleyah says (in common), 'i would have dressed up as a mud monster, but i play enough as it is'. Lanfear says (in common), 'Lady.. It's the most Orpikishy description you ever wrote'. You say, 'actually.... its sorta based on Borneo and Alecto.'. Mystical gossips (in common), 'Im gonna be wearing my birthday suit'. Rolken says (in common), 'that's not funny, that's what i'm wearing :('. Drazuk says (in elven), 'heh, your descrip sounds like my reallife (:'.

Zaaris says (in common), 'my costume is a full set of a blue's equipment, lemme go 'acquire' a set ;)'.


Hel [ Vampyre God ] Khore dresses goth for Halloween.

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Fear prickles the hair at the back of your neck and a fine, chill sweat
breaks out over the entirely of your body. Like a midnight sun, the mere
presence of the individual who hovers before you beats at your skin, cold
and unrelenting. Every instinct tells you to flee, run, hide, get AWAY...
this is a predator. Ivory fangs gleam as He smiles slightly, drinking in
the heady wine of your emotional response.
One elegant, pale hand brushes back locks of the darkest inky hue, drawing 
your gaze up to his face. Those eyes... like gleaming pools of blood or
raw, angry wounds or the dark coals of a forge ... they are unrelenting,
boring into the recesses of your mind, weighing, witnessing, seeing all.
An invisible wind, laden with the dry scent of caves hidden deep within 
the earth, stirs His hair, and causes the fine fabric of his garb to
ripple softly. His eyes close, as if to receive the tender caress of a
ghost. But then the moment of rememberance passes, and only the weary,
uncaring Undead Lord remains...
Khore is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Khore is in perfect health.
Khore is using:
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a silver ring set with an oval Saphyre
<worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a twilight gray silk cravat
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) the faintest hint of moonlight
<worn on legs> (Moderate magic) a pair of tailored black suede trousers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a full sleeved, banded collar shirt of black muslin
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) starched white cuffs with onyx buttons
<worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) starched white cuffs with onyx buttons
<held> (Artifact magic) the spiny adamantine staff
<worn with pride> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) the black Cape of the Ordinus Nosferatus

You tell Khore, 'That does look ever so spiffy :-)'.

Khore tells you, 'what does?'.

You tell Khore, 'the desc and restrings.'.

Khore tells you, 'Thanks, I did them all myself :)'.

You poke him in the ribs.

Khore tells you, 'With help from a good friend :)'.




Elf [ -* Courtesan *- ] Lanfear waits for her patron to arrive


A black cloak flows like a midnight wind around the delicious form of the
woman before you. Her lips are as crimson as a drop of freshly spilled
blood, but that cannot distract you from the wicked promises in her eyes.
Her body is barely clad in tiny bits of silk and lace, hinting in whispers
at what lucious delights lie beneath. A black velvet coinpurse dangles at
her waist, filled to overflowing by the generosity of her wealthy patrons.
Many have sold their soul for a single night with this woman... are you next?

Lanfear has a special twinkle in her eye.
Lanfear is in perfect health.
Lanfear is using:
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (woven) succubi dreams and sleepless nights
<worn around neck> (Potent magic) (Glowing Red) a pair of tiny fang marks
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) a wicked black silk and suede corset-gown
<worn on head> a black lace veil
<worn on legs> (Potent magic) ebon black, back-seamed gartered stockings
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a pitch black cloak
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) a painful-looking piercing



Lanfear says (in common), 'you my patron, Whozzy?'.
Whoz snickers softly.
Whoz says (in common), 'Can't afford you'.
Whoz turns out his pockets.
Lanfear raises an eyebrow at Whoz.
Whoz looks at Lanfear.
Lanfear says (in common), 'type balance, whozzy-boozy'.
Mish says, 'I'm told that you have 1721742 gold coins on deposit, Whoz.'.
Whoz snickers softly.
Lanfear smiles happily.
Whoz says (in common), 'Still not enough'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'you'll do juuust fiiine'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'for about 15 mins'.
Whoz chuckles, evidently amused.
Lanfear tickles Whoz.
Lanfear bounces onto Whoz's lap.
Lanfear sings a little ditty to herself.



Hum [ Wa: 4 Ma:17 ] Sabella the wicked little nun. (Coven Anguisette)

Only a soft whisper of sound reveals the presence of the woman before you,
so non-assuming and unmoving as she was. Her voice barely audible in a
prayer to her deity, the sound of her lips brushing against the cloth of
her veil is nearly louder. Her head is bowed in piety, her figure shapeless
beneath the garb of her Order.
Sabella the penitant nun is in perfect health.
used as light     (Artifact magic) the light of devoted service
worn around neck (Potent magic) a large wooden holy symbol
worn around neck (Potent magic) a white wool mitre
worn on body (Potent magic) a black, shapeless, itchy wool cossack
worn on head (Potent magic) a white veil
worn on legs (Potent magic) white, thick, knitted wool leggings
worn on feet (Potent magic) clunky, unattractive black shoes
worn on hands (Potent magic) lye burns and and bristle brush scratches
worn about body (Potent magic) a capelet of thick white wool
worn with pride (White Aura) conviction and belief



And we're close with a fun bit of log!

No one is quite sure what prompted this, or if they know, they aren't telling... But the Someone isn't Cordir!


Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift wounds Lanfear.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift injures Lanfear.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift hits Lanfear.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift injures Lanfear.

Bliss giggles.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift hits Lanfear.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift injures Lanfear.

Bliss says, 'what is that for!'.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift injures Lanfear.

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Lanfear has a few bruises.

Bliss gasps in astonishment.
Bliss sits down and thinks deeply.

Lanfear says (in common), 'thank you, Master'.

Bliss looks at Lanfear.

(A comment is made on another channel)

Bliss giggles.

Someone utters the words, 'heal'.

The Lower Hall
[Exits: north up]
This hallway must have been built by giants! It is huge! Then
again, there are more than a few giants that belong to The Guild, so
it may just be so. A stairway leads up to another hallway above.
A copy of the TFC Daily News lies here.
(Invis) (Light Blue Aura) Korran is here.
(Invis BIG) (Intense Immortal Aura) [GS] Someone is here.
(Intense Light Red Aura) Bliss is here.
(Intense Dark Red Aura) Vorax is here.
(Light Cyan Aura) Lanfear is here.
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price.

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift *** ANNIHILATES *** Vorax!

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift *** ANNIHILATES *** Vorax!

Someone utters the words, 'rift'.
Someone's soul rift *** ANNIHILATES *** Vorax!

Bliss says, 'ack'.

High Priestess of Jester Night gossips, 'I like this day. Now where is my candy?'.

Bliss says, 'who is that!'.

Lanfear says (in common), 'DIE PERVERT!'.
Lanfear cackles gleefully at Vorax.

Vorax coughs.

Vex gossips (in common), '*howl*'.

Lanfear looks at Vorax.

Lanfear says (in common), 'really.. the goggles.. look super on you!'.

Vex gossips (in common), 'I see a bunch of people in want of chocolate!'.

High Priestess of Jester Night gossips, 'Me, too.'.

Vorax gossips (in drow), 'mmm... chocolate'.

Bliss gossips, 'Where?!'.

Solanthas gossips, 'chocolate is bad for you, makes you all fat and stuff'.

Bliss gossips, 'Solanthas is a heretic'.

Mystical gossips (in common), 'Chocolate is bad'.

Kerriariadne gossips, 'Vanilla is very nice...but doesn't come in a neatly wrapped package very often.'.

Bliss gossips, 'You had a bad Halloween experience didn't you Sol?'.

Mystical gossips (in common), 'they dont have halloween in sweden'.

Vex gossips (in common), 'He doesn't know how Halloween goes'.

Mystical gossips (in common), 'They just look ugly year round'.

Solanthas gossips, 'fools!'.

Solanthas gossips, 'unfortunately i cannot even escape the silliness over here anymore'.

Vex gossips (in common), 'silliness?!'.

Vorax gossips (in drow), 'Time for my feeding. *wave*'.

DarkClaw gossips (in common), 'Take care, Vorax.'.
DarkClaw waves goodbye to Vorax.

Vorax smiles happily.
Vorax has left the game.

Mong says (in common), 'Im disguised as an ogre'.

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