Cordir: Be Bardic

2017-08-21T20:45:19Z

Be Bardic

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It is 8pm on Zoardryn the 15th, the month of the Thawing Ice, in the year 3452. 
TFC started up at Mon May 29 17 04:41:47 The system time is Fri Jun 23 17 22:27:33 
 
At Peace Within a Tree's Embrace 
[Exits: east down] 
Twigs, string, grass and stolen fishing line form a bird's nest. 
Wulfe is sleeping here. 
 
Wulfe wakes and stands up. 
 
>c bless Wulfe 
 
Wulfe blinks. 
Wulfe makes a complicated-looking gesture. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'huh'. 
Wulfe says (in common), 'that usually works'. 
Wulfe scratches his head. 
 
Someone says, 'you are already invis'. 
 
Wulfe bows deeply. 
Wulfe says (in common), 'Aah I tried soul sense, but I know better now'. 
Wulfe says (in common), 'Some souls are... special'. 
 
Someone says, 'mayhaps'. 
 
Wulfe smiles happily. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'My thanks'. 
 
Someone nods. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'Is there aught I can do for you?'. 
 
Someone says, 'grow.'. 
Someone says, 'learn'. 
Someone says, 'sing'. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'I shall endeavor'. 
 
Someone says, 'dance'. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'Ooh...'. 
 
Someone says, 'be .. bardic'. 
 
Wulfe scribbles a note to work on the dancing. 
 
Wulfe smiles happily. 
 
Someone says, 'something tells me'. 
Someone says, 'it will involve moonlight '. 
Someone says, 'nymphs '. 
Someone says, 'and wine'. 
 
Wulfe grins. 
Wulfe says (in common), ''tis moonlit here'. 
 
Someone nods. 
 
Wulfe looks up at the stars. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'But I lack for a partner'. 
Wulfe says (in common), 'I shall seek one'. 
 
Someone blinks. 
 
Wulfe bows deeply. 
 
A nymph arrives from a puff of smoke. 
Ok. 
 
Wulfe sweeps a nymph into a romantic waltz. 
A nymph looks around, startled. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), ''tis all rightm fair maid'. 
Wulfe says (in common), 'I have no designs on your tree'. 
Wulfe looks at a nymph. 
 
The nymph is almost blindingly beautiful, driving all thoughts but awe and 
wonder from your mind. She almost rivals the immortals in her grace and 
charm. Her delicate features and bemused, welcoming, perfect smile draw you 
to her like an Arch-Mage's magic. 
A nymph is in perfect health. 
 
Wulfe says (in common), 'Now your slender grace'. 
Wulfe says (in common), 'Come deeper into my bower...'. 
Wulfe winks at the bymph jauntily. 
 
A nymph leaves east. 
Wulfe leaves east. 
 
The sun rises in the east. 
 
Wulfe gossips (in common), 'Aah the sun rises and work begins again'. 

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