Kotin's Notes

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Ainfore

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=====  Etching on my full plate  18th of Jastatos  =====

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Ainfore sets his amethyst cufflinks in the palm of his hand and gently spins it.

The amethyst cufflinks comes to a stop pointing directly at you!

Ainfore recovers the amethyst cufflinks and exclaims, "Congratulations Kotin!" 
 

Hickok giggles.
Elbromo applauds.
 

You let out a cheer!

Oteskra turns to you and cheers!
Tetreves turns to you and cheers!

Speaking heartily to Roelaren, you say, "I gots it."
Roelaren turns to you and cheers!
Troeika turns to you and cheers!
Elbromo applauds you.
 

Ainfore nods to you in greeting.

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You ponder.

Balantine hoots at you.
Roelaren says, "There ye go."
Troeika raises his Onoir bourbon in a toast!
Roelaren lets out a cheer!
You beam!

Elbromo chuckles.
Dominikov turns to Tetreves and cheers!
Speaking to you, Goldstr says, "Whish I a thought a dar."
Goldstr nods to you.
 

Ainfore whispers, "What did you have in mind?"

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "Can the image be of a warrior raging toward on the front while from the back side of the armor, you see the the backside of the warrior raging into a large swarm of enemies?  Mayhaps glacei, ice wraiths, frozen corpses with scenes of the snow-capped mountains of Pinefar?"
 

(OOC) Ainfore's player whispers, "I can certainly put that into a show description!"

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "This particular warrior weilds a large claidhmore and lots of plate armors with the accessories..."
 

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "If you need a model for the warrior, take a look at me."
 

Ainfore whispers, "Just need you to hand it over."
 

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "Would be nice if the warrior also had an arrow in his helm."

You offer your mithril field plate to Ainfore, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
 

You tap a glossy red wooden arrow fletched with black feathers that you are wearing.

You smile at Ainfore.
 

Ainfore has accepted your offer and is now holding a suit of etched mithril field plate with faenor inlay.
 

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "This my first try... I knows you are talented and can fills in the details."
 

You bow to Ainfore.

 

You quietly whisper to Roelaren, "I'm going to show you first."
 

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "Will this alteration change the dust, pull, push, touch, rub verbs?"
 

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "I sorted head to toe now... I was advised by my friend that this might help."
 

Tetreves whistles tunelessly to himself.

Ainfore shows you a suit of mithril field plate, which he is holding in his right hand.  Etched onto the surface of the mithril plate is a massive battle scene, the image of the snow-capped mountains of Pinefar blending into the blue-grey background of hammered metal.  A claidhmore-wielding warrior is depicted raging towards a menacing swarm of enemies, the glacei, ice wraths, and frozen corpses lurching forward in an attempt at an ambush.  A single black-feathered arrow sits pierced through the warrior's head, yet the his face still remains frozen in a look of utmost fearlessness.  You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.

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You are wearing a vibrant red imflass helm, a crystal amulet, a floor-length granite silk velvet robe patterned with broad silver-white leaves, an ivory dagger symbol set with chalcedony and blue quartz, a white leaf-shaped pin with red lettering that reads, "Vote Leafi: She Delivers!", a scratched villswood greatshield, a plain eel skin harness, a cloudy grey pack, some silvery white mithril greaves, a thick gold ring, a roan suede survival kit, a glittering golden leather sack, and some linked mithglin chausses plated with zorchar.
You have a glossy red wooden arrow fletched with black feathers stuck in your head!

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "The arrow is glossy red."
 

You quietly whisper to Ainfore, "That looks nice."
 

Ainfore shows you a suit of mithril field plate, which he is holding in his right hand.  Etched onto the surface of the mithril plate is a massive battle scene, the image of the snow-capped mountains of Pinefar blending into the blue-grey background of hammered metal.  A claidhmore-wielding warrior is depicted raging towards a menacing swarm of enemies, the glacei, ice wraths, and frozen corpses lurching forward in an attempt at an ambush.  A single glossy red arrow sits pierced through the warrior's head, yet his face still remains frozen in a look of utmost fearlessness.  You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.

 

You beam!

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Ainfore offers you a suit of mithril field plate.  Type ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
 

Ainfore grins at you.
 

You accept Ainfore's offer and are now holding a suit of mithril field plate.
 

You bow to Ainfore.

 

Roelaren smiles at you.
Ainfore bows to you.

You smile.
 

Speaking heartily to Ainfore, you say, "Thank you kindly."

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Drakehealius turns to you and cheers!
 

Tetreves asks, "How's it look?"

You nod.
 

Speaking to you, Ainfore says, "You're very welcome."

Speaking to you, Roelaren says, "I am glad your trip paid off."

You show Roelaren your mithril field plate.

You show Tetreves your mithril field plate.

Elbromo nods to you.
You show Drakehealius your mithril field plate.
 

You show Elbromo your mithril field plate.

You show Rendena your mithril field plate.

Roelaren beams happily at you!

Drakehealius exclaims, "Nice!"

Roelaren says, "That is very nice."

Elbromo grins at you.

You heartily ask, "Anyone else wants to see?"

Roelaren says, "I like it."

Drakehealius bows to you.

Alaxandra lets out a cheer!

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Goldstr nods to you.
 

Rendena softly says, "Hi kotin."
Balantine nods to you.
Rendena waves to you.
 

You wave to Rendena.
 

You show Goldstr your mithril field plate.
 

Balantine whispers, "Show me please?"
 

Elbromo says, "Its the arrow that teels the story."

You show Balantine your mithril field plate.
 

Roelaren says, "Ye."
 

Dominikov blinks.

Hickok smiles.
 

Goldstr exclaims, "Wow! Verra Nice!"

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Balantine whispers, "Nice!"

You nod at Elbromo.
 

Dominikov gasps.

Roelaren says, "So glad ye made it here."

Goldstr turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
 

Balantine shows you a ruby-studded eonake armband, which he is wearing.  Engraved on the armband and separated by dwarf-cut rubies are the words, "Honor, Valor, Faith, Honesty, Duty, Strength, Loyalty."

You nod at Roelaren.
 

Speaking heartily to Roelaren, you say, "Now my enemies will know what is coming for them."

Roelaren says, "Exactly."

Goldstr grins at you.

Roelaren grins at you.

You heartily ask, "Anyone else wants to see?"

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[House Onoir, Fellowship Tent]
Miniature lanterns dangle from a lofty arch, lighting this spacious room with glowing warmth.  To the left stands a polished rosewood table inlaid with a lion head motif.  To the right, a gleaming suit of platemail emblazoned with a rampant lion crest stands upright, as though at attention.  Covering the opening to the next room is a silver-woven silk tapestry, the fabric cinched back with a tasseled rope to allow easy passage.  You also see the Botez disk, the Tetreves disk, the Dominikov disk, the Tazzlehof disk, the Kotin disk, a haon-framed sign, a gilded linden counter and a red and black barrel.
Also here: Drakehealius, Goldstr, Master Angellos, Rendena, Botez, Grand Lady Roelaren, Madalina, Alaxandra, Tetreves, Lord Tazzlehof, Dominikov, Ainfore, Elbromo, Lady Wintersylph, Fyrentennimar, Archive Keeper Smurch, Sir Balantine
Obvious exits: out

Botez nods to you.

You show Botez your mithril field plate.

Hickok's group just arrived.
 

Elbromo says, "Course they get close enuf to see it they'll feel it."

Botez agrees with you.

Etched onto the surface of the mithril plate is a massive battle scene, the image of the snow-capped mountains of Pinefar blending into the blue-grey background of hammered metal.  A claidhmore-wielding warrior is depicted raging towards a menacing swarm of enemies, the glacei, ice wraths, and frozen corpses lurching forward in an attempt at an ambush.  A single glossy red arrow sits pierced through the warrior's head, yet the his face still remains frozen in a look of utmost fearlessness.  You see nothing unusual, except for a small enchanter's glyph.

Elbromo chuckles.
 

(OOC) Botez's player whispers, "Quite impressive."

You chuckle at Elbromo.

Speaking heartily to Elbromo, you say, "It's for the bandits lurking in the shadows."

Elbromo says, "Ahh..wise move..unless yer huntin em."

You heartily say, "Okay.. wearing the plate."

Citan turns toward Hickok and renders a painful hand salute.

You beam happily at Citan!

[House Onoir, Fellowship Tent]
Miniature lanterns dangle from a lofty arch, lighting this spacious room with glowing warmth.  To the left stands a polished rosewood table inlaid with a lion head motif.  To the right, a gleaming suit of platemail emblazoned with a rampant lion crest stands upright, as though at attention.  Covering the opening to the next room is a silver-woven silk tapestry, the fabric cinched back with a tasseled rope to allow easy passage.  You also see the Citan disk, the Botez disk, the Tetreves disk, the Dominikov disk, the Tazzlehof disk, the Kotin disk, a haon-framed sign, a gilded linden counter and a red and black barrel.
Also here: Citan, Hickok, Drakehealius, Goldstr, Master Angellos, Rendena, Botez, Grand Lady Roelaren, Madalina, Alaxandra, Tetreves, Lord Tazzlehof, Dominikov, Ainfore, Elbromo, Lady Wintersylph, Fyrentennimar, Archive Keeper Smurch, Sir Balantine
Obvious exits: out
 

Citan kneels down.

 

You grunt in tribute to Citan as you bang your fist sharply upon your mithril field plate in a barbaric salute.
Citan turns toward you and renders you a painful hand salute.

You show Citan your mithril field plate.
 

You bend, stretch, and twist, making sure your mithril field plate is properly fitted for battle.

Dominikov's group just arrived.

You tug on the fastenings of your mithril field plate, testing the fit.

You dust off your mithril field plate, removing the debris of battle.
 

You buff your mithril field plate until it gleams.
 

Citan says, "Quite impressive."

Speaking heartily to Citan, you say, "I can't wait to show mama."

 

Citan says, "Indeed... Quite excited she would be to see it."

Citan nods to you.

You nod.

You quietly whisper to Citan, "I thinks I was too specific on the enemies, but those whats I hunts now."

You quietly whisper to Citan, "But it works."
 

You quietly whisper to Citan, "Ainfore made it almost verbaitum..."

Citan whispers, "Seems to fit well with ya fighting ... You got whatcha wanted.. don't let anyone say different."