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Tamar: The Something-th Annual Halloween Costume Contest Winners
Sun Oct 31 18:18:18 2004
To: All
First let me say that there were only a few entries, possibly due to
my erm, lateness in posting this quest (sorry!). But the winning entries
were wonderful, and will be posted on the forums if you would like to
see what they were. Jeda wins for most humorous, and Sabella wins for
most likely to make Khore drool. (See me for your prizes, and thanks
to those that participated!)

Tamar
		*****

Jeda's costume 
<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> snore 
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> snore 
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> snore 
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
You are SUNBURNED!!! 
Your burn *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You are no longer sleeping. 
You are thirsty. 

<900hp 1000ma 1000mv> look self 
The sun hasn't been kind to him. He is sunburned over his entire body! 
There isn't much a person could do while in his condition, yet he looks 
peaceful and happy in his beach chair. It appears as if he has tried 
to wash away the pain with large amounts of lotion, but you doubt it has 
any affect. Or perhaps the margarita in his hand has numbed his pain 
away after countless drinks. Either way, you doubt he'll be leaving the 
comfort of his chair any time soon. 

Jeda is slightly injured. 

Jeda is using: 
<used as light> (Glowing) a painful sunburn 
<worn on finger> an old wedding ring, worn on the wrong finger 
<worn on finger> an old class ring 
<worn around neck> (Glowing) a dark-red farmer's tan 
<worn around neck> a lay of fine-smelling flowers 
<worn on body> (Glowing) a dark-red sunburn, with a chest full of hair 
<worn on head> a faded sun visor, and a pair of sunglasses 
<worn on legs> a pair of swimming trunks 
<worn on feet> a pair of red flip-flops 
<worn on hands> a set of hairy knuckles 
<worn on arms> (Glowing) a dark-red sunburn 
<worn as shield> a large beach umbrella 
<worn about body> (Glowing) a thick layer of suntan lotion 
<worn about waist> a large beach towel 
<worn around wrist> a waterlogged watch 
<worn around wrist> a wristband from the bar 
<wielded> a bottle of +50spf lotion with aloe 
<held> a large margarita glass 
<worn with pride> the mark of a jellyfish 
<worn with pride> a drunken smile 

<900hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
Your burn *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You are thirsty. 

<800hp 1000ma 1000mv> mutter self 
You mutter angrily to yourself. 

<800hp 1000ma 1000mv> say blah... 
You say (in common), 'God I'm thirsty! Time for a trip to the bar!'. 

<800hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
Your burn *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You are thirsty. 

<700hp 1000ma 1000mv> look 
Your Own Personal Piece of the Beach 
[Exits: north east south west] 
The beach stretches out in all directions. Its' pearly, white sand blinds 
your eyes until you can get your sunglasses on. You promptly notice the 
hot chick sun-bathing to the east, but turn your attention to the more 
pressing issue of numbing your pain away with another drink from the bar. 
The bar's sign glows hauntingly in the daylight, almost mocking your pain 
from across the sand. You look south toward the water, thinking for a 
second how refreshing it would feel, and then you remember the last time 
and the jellyfish that promptly wrapped it's prickly arms around your burned 
leg. Your gaze turns north again toward the bar, and you wish it had an 
indoor pool you could soak in for a few hours, but the margaritas they serve 
more than make up for it. Thank God for the umbrella over your chair, or 
you'd probably be dead right now! 
A large beach umbrella is here, stuck in the sand at one end. 
A large beach chair is here. 

<700hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
Your burn *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You are thirsty. 

<600hp 1000ma 1000mv> stand 
You stand up. 

<600hp 1000ma 1000mv> kill sunburn 
You stumble and almost fall! 
A painful sunburn's rash maims you. 
You deftly move out of the way of a painful sunburn's attack. 
You deftly move out of the way of a painful sunburn's attack. 

<567hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
Your burn *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You are thirsty. 

<467hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
Your lotion *** ANNIHILATES *** a painful sunburn! 
A painful sunburn's rash MUTILATES you. 
A painful sunburn attacks, but you manage to scramble out of the way. 
A painful sunburn attacks, but it wasn't even close. 

<400hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
Your lotion *** ANNIHILATES *** a painful sunburn! 
A painful sunburn is DEAD!! 
You hear a painful sunburn's death cry. 

<400hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
You are thirsty. 

<400hp 1000ma 998mv> north 
An Open Spot on the Sand 
[Exits: north east south west] 
The beach stretches out in all directions. The sand here is extremely 
hot from the lack of shade. Exposed like this, you suddenly feel sick 
to your stomach and your skin burns like it was on fire. Unless you 
find shade soon, you will pass out and die. You begin to wonder how 
all these hot chicks can stand the sun's rays and heat for so long, but 
then your vision blurs and you feel the sensation of death drawing near. 
Your thoughts drift toward the bar, and the wonderful drinks that wait 
for you inside. 
A hot chick is here bathing in the sun. 
A hot chick is here bathing in the sun. 

<400hp 1000ma 998mv> 
The Sun's rays *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You sure are BLEEDING! 
You are thirsty. 

<250hp 1000ma 998mv> curse 
You swear loudly for a long time. 

<250hp 1000ma 998mv> 
The Sun's rays *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 
You sure are BLEEDING! 
You are thirsty. 

<100hp 1000ma 998mv> north 
The Bar 
[Exits: south] 
You've finally made it to the bar! Bottles line the walls, bringing 
delight to your weary eyes. Every kind of drink is here, even your 
cousin's famous fire brandy. The thought of it makes your skin sizzle 
though, causing visions of cold margaritas to drift through your mind 
instead. The bar itself isn't much to be of interest. There are only 
three stools, with a single bartender behind the bar washing glasses. 
A single table sits in the center of the room, with four empty chairs. 
You didn't come here for the atmosphere though, and you get the feeling 
that most of their patrons spend their time sitting on the beach instead. 
The fan just above the bartender sends swirling, cool air through the 
room. The shade of the bar, along with the cool air, are enough to 
remind anyone of a cool spring breeze. It feels refreshing in here! 
A long bar stretches from wall to wall, with stools next to it. 
A round table is place in the center of the room, with chairs around it. 
A bartender is here, fixing drinks. 


<100hp 1000ma 996mv> 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 
You are thirsty. 

<150hp 1000ma 1000mv> tell bartender blah... 
You tell a bartender (in common), 'Hello there, friend. I'd like two large margaritas, please!'. 

<150hp 1000ma 996mv> 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 
You are thirsty. 

<200hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A bartender tells you (in common), 'Welcome. Sure looks like you need one too, stranger!'. 

<200hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A bartender tells you (in common), 'I'll even add something special to the mix for ya!'. 

<200hp 1000ma 996mv> 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 
You are thirsty. 

<250hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A bartender gives you a large margarita glass. 

<250hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A bartender gives you a large margarita glass. 

<250hp 1000ma 996mv> 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 
You are thirsty. 

<300hp 1000ma 1000mv> tell bartender blah... 
You tell a bartender (in common), 'Thanks! Can you put it on my tab, room 5948?'. 

<300hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A bartender tells you (in common), 'No problem. That's what I'm here for!'. 

<300hp 1000ma 996mv> 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 
You are thirsty. 

<350hp 1000ma 1000mv> drink margarita 
You drink liquor from a large margarita glass. 
You are not thirsty. 
You feel better! 

<600hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A hot chick enters from the south. 
A mass of muscle enters from the south. 

<600hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A hot chick says (in common), 'Hey sweetie, pour me a Manhattan and I'll give you a kiss!'. 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 

<650hp 1000ma 1000mv> say blah... 
You say (in common), 'Put that on my tab, if you will? The lady's on me.'. 

<650hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A mass of muscle grits his teeth and fumes with rage. 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 

<700hp 1000ma 1000mv> 
A mass of muscle say (in dude), 'DUDE!!! Back off my girl before I crush your skull in!'. 

<700hp 1000ma 1000mv> drink margarita 
You drink liquor from a large margarita glass. 
You feel better! 

<950hp 1000ma 1000mv> consider dude 
A mass of muscle is no match for you. 
A fan swirls cool air through the room. 
You feel better! 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> chuckle self 
You chuckle at your own joke, since no one else would. 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> tell bartender blah... 
You tell a bartender (in common), 'Take 25% for yourself, and the lady is still on me.'. 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> south 
An Open Spot on the Sand 
[Exits: north east south west] 
The beach stretches out in all directions. The sand here is extremely 
hot from the lack of shade. Exposed like this, you suddenly feel sick 
to your stomach and your skin burns like it was on fire. Unless you 
find shade soon, you will pass out and die. You begin to wonder how 
all these hot chicks can stand the sun's rays and heat for so long, but 
then your vision blurs and you feel the sensation of death drawing near. 
Your thoughts drift toward the bar, and the wonderful drinks that wait 
for you inside. 
A hot chick is here bathing in the sun. 
A hot chick is here bathing in the sun. 

<1000hp 1000ma 998mv> 
A bartender tells you (in common), 'Thanks!'. 
The Sun's rays *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 

<850hp 1000ma 998mv> drink margarita 
You drink liquor from a large margarita glass. 
You feel drunk. 
You feel better! 

<1000hp 1000ma 998mv> wink chick 
You wink suggestively at a hot chick. 
The Sun's rays *** ANNIHILATES *** you! 

<850hp 1000ma 998mv> south 
Your Own Personal Piece of the Beach 
[Exits: north east south west] 
The beach stretches out in all directions. Its' pearly, white sand blinds 
your eyes until you can get your sunglasses on. You promptly notice the 
hot chick sun-bathing to the east, but turn your attention to the more 
pressing issue of numbing your pain away with another drink from the bar. 
The bar's sign glows hauntingly in the daylight, almost mocking your pain 
from across the sand. You look south toward the water, thinking for a 
second how refreshing it would feel, and then you remember the last time 
and the jellyfish that promptly wrapped it's prickly arms around your burned 
leg. Your gaze turns north again toward the bar, and you wish it had an 
indoor pool you could soak in for a few hours, but the margaritas they serve 
more than make up for it. Thank God for the umbrella over your chair, or 
you'd probably be dead right now! 
A large beach umbrella is here, stuck in the sand at one end. 
A large beach chair is here. 

<850hp 1000ma 996mv> rest 
You rest. 

<850hp 1000ma 996mv> drink margarita 
You fail to reach your mouth. *Hic* 

<850hp 1000ma 996mv> sleep 
You sleep 

<850hp 1000ma 996mv> snore 
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

<1000hp 1000ma 1000mv> snore 
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

--- 

The End!

		*****

Sabella's costume 
As if the sun had set in a single moment, the space around you 
falls into a profound darkness. Shadows dance up like sanguine 
blood seeping into a still oasis of water: flowing, seeking to 
embrace the figure of a girl a short distance away. How could 
she have come so close, yet unseen until this, a moment of her 
choosing? 

Like the moon, she is pale cold brilliance swathed in the ebon 
stillness of night. Her lips are lush crimson red curves, full 
and tantalizing in their sensuality. Those huge eyes are wells 
of black agony and seduction entwined, within them the embrace 
of the grave, the chaos of life and the dance of death. Beauty 
and grace enfold her like a cloak, though she does not move. A 
single glance, and she entraps you. Daggers of fear pierce you 
as a simple, enigmatic smile curves those perfect lips, baring 
the gifts of her creator: ivory fangs. With sudden clarity, an 
epiphany overwhelms you - you are prey to this creature, food, 
just as a terrified coney draws the attention of a hawk in her 
flight. 

With precise and with an almost devout gentleness, she lightly, 
delicately caresses your cheek. Your eyes fall closed of their 
own volition, and your lips move in a prayer to a fallen deity 
to whom you have never given oath... for in this moment, it is 
Khore to whom you have become offering and sacrament, all in a 
single beat of your dying heart. 

Sabella, Nosferatu Priestess of Khore, is in perfect health. 

<used as light> (Artifact magic) (Dancing) shadows of ebon night 
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a silver ring of archaic sigils 
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a ring bearing Sanguinna's seal 
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a silver ankh upon a thin chain 
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) unhealable scars: Khore’s Kiss 
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) a side-slit gown of ebon velvet 
<worn on head> (Artifact magic) a long veil of sheer black silk 
<worn on legs> (Artifact magic) wicked black gartered stockings 
<worn on feet> (Artifact magic) a pair of black spiked heels 
<worn on hands> (Artifact magic) sheer gloves of antique lace 
<worn about body> (Artifact magic) a billowing cloak of spidersilk 
<worn about waist> (Artifact magic) a tightly laced leather corset 
<worn around wrist> (Artifact magic) delicate silver bangle bracelets 
<worn around wrist> (Artifact magic) delicate silver bangle bracelets 
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a slim, deadly, curved longsword 
<held> your will, captured and subjugated to her desire 
<worn with pride> the marks of a vampire's bite 
<worn with pride> Cape of the Ordinus Nosferatu

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