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Kotin's Notes

Excerpts from small blue leather journal.

A giantman brigand shouts, "Die, ya egg-shell!"

A giantman rogue feints to the right, but you aren't fooled for a second.

Table of Contents

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Hefty Hibbits the Halfling

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===== Hibbits appears agains / We also do a penitentiary run to check out rumors, 16th day of Eoantos =====

[Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow]
A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see the Jalodg disk, a tidal bobcat, a golden brown jaguar, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten, a bushy-tailed chipmunk, a troublesome tropical spirit that is flying around, the Kotin disk, the blackened silver Azerik disk, the Pietra disk, a fluffy tabby cat, the brown Selaesia disk, a rock ptarmigan that is flying around, the seaweed-covered Liquaxis disk, the Mylenna disk, the Arnylon disk and a copper-edged modwir podium.
Also here: Enestrie, Ethguard, Boatswain Colborn, Sothog, Hefty Hibbits, Nightstir, Kippit, Great Lord Jalodg, Arshwikk, Executrix Dirvy, Macillus, Laralana, Weslee, Pietra, Azerik, Zosozpage, Joness, Selaesia who is sitting, Rioja, Rdum, Afall, Brisbobar, Thoohl, Originator Oubar, Lord Liquaxis who is sitting, Great Lord Jaggery, Brewyte, Grrlug, Mylenna, Arnylon, Gharn, Cabolt, Knucktuck who is sitting, Lord Kilded who is sitting, Commander Roblar
Obvious paths: north

Hibbits saunters in and hops up on the modwir podium.

Brewyte glances at Hibbits.
You smile at Hibbits.
Azerik turns an inquisitive ear toward Hibbits.

A churning, light grey shadow follows Hibbits' every movement.

You see Hefty Hibbits Hoft the Deputy Mayor.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is indescribably short and has stubby arms and legs. He appears to be in his second childhood. He has close-set grey eyes and alabaster skin. He has closely shaved, spiky peppered hair with long, dull red sideburns. He has an oval face, a broad nose and a short unkempt dull red beard. He has a pronounced pot belly.
He has a light sephwir pipe clenched between his teeth, several blood-stained bandages wrapped around his forearms, and a brilliant blue snowflake tattoo on his ear.
He is in good shape.
He is holding some parchment notes in his right hand.
He is wearing a pair of soft rabbit fur earmuffs, a brushed blue felt hat, a fraying red and ivory cameline scarf, a crumb-covered beige canvas pack, several tight-fitting tunics of various furs and leathers, a chipped dark iron bucket, a coil of braided jute rope, some grey wool pants tearing at the seams, and a pair of thick blue fur boots attached to large snowshoes.

Mylenna glances at Hibbits.
Joness exclaims, "Hibbits gives me a snowball pin!"
Speaking softly to Azerik, Dirvy says, "Your orb wants to be turned into a paperweight."
Joness exclaims, "He CANTS be a bad guy!"
Knucktuck blinks.
Joness nods enthusiastically!
Kilded nods at Hibbits.
Joness taps his snowball pin, and a sprinkling of glittering diamond dust gently floats to the ground.
Afall whispers something to Rdum.

Speaking to Brewyte, Oubar asks, "Agreed! But you assume that he's lying about everything under the sun and stars because you've decided he's dishonest?"

Speaking to Oubar, Brewyte says, "No assumption, he has."

Hibbits says, "Good frigid evening, Icemulians and guests."

Joness waves to Hibbits.
Azerik says, "Good evening."
Brewyte points at Hibbits.

Joness praises Hibbits, expounding upon his fine features and excellent characteristics.
Joness sings sonorously:

"He's here to say the days!
And makes us safe at night
Cuz hibbits hibbits hibbits
Make everythings alright"

Jalodg melodically says, "Hiiiiii."
Sothog nods at Hibbits.
You nod to Hibbits in greeting.
Afall waves to Hibbits.

Hibbits loudly says, "We'll begin in just a moment whilst I clean up my notes."

Hibbits dusts off the parchment notes in his hand.

Rdum whispers quietly to himself.

Rdum whispers something to Hibbits.

Speaking slowly to Brewyte, Oubar says, "It's very clear your mind is made up, and we're not going to agree on this. My apologies for that."

The voice of Nicolao murmurs, "The last time someone stepped in for the mayor and said she was indisposed was when Protelen had her kidnapped and imprisoned. There -is- precedent. Recent precedent, after all."

Oubar exclaims, "Hiya Nico!"

The voice of Nicolao says, "And good evening."

Speaking to Oubar, Brewyte says, "No need to apoligize, we obviously have far differing opinions, and when the facts prove me worng, I will accept it, but the facts to date have put me to this place."

Everyone joins Azerik's group--well, all the cool people, that is.

Azerik is the leader of your group.
Enestrie is also a member of your group.
Ethguard is also a member of your group.
Jalodg is also a member of your group.
Dirvy is also a member of your group.
Weslee is also a member of your group.
Pietra is also a member of your group.
Joness is also a member of your group.
Kaladriel is also a member of your group.
Rioja is also a member of your group.
Rdum is also a member of your group.
Afall is also a member of your group.
Brewyte is also a member of your group.

Speaking to Mylenna, Arnylon says, "Hibbits is not a gnome. Just a halfling who didn't experience his growth spert."

Speaking to Hibbits, Jaggery says, "You know I could probably heal up those arms."

Hibbits exclaims, "Well some in the audience tonight seem to think they know a bit about me!"

Speaking to Jaggery, Hibbits says, "It's just a flesh wound."

Hibbits announces, "Now!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Brewyte says, "Only what you have shown."

Hibbits exclaims, "I'm going to ask for everyone to remain quiet for the first part, then I'll take questions, and keep the side comments and movements to a minimum! We have lots ta cover!"

From nearby, you hear Svardin yell, "Rar!"

Zosozpage yells, "South!"

From nearby, you hear Svardin yell, "Pfft!"

From nearby, you hear Svardin yell, "Keepin da idjits away from der so not ta cause a panic!"

Dirvy yells, "Shut it, the dead are trying to sleep!"

Dirvy tilts her head toward Hibbits, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Hibbits clears his throat.

Hibbits says, "First, I wanted to thank those of you who aided the town's defenses during the recent, random invasion."

Joness whispers to the group, "It was so random!"

Hibbits says, "I was proud to be out there fighting by your side and seeing your best swings and spells in action." <-- I missed the invasion

Pietra stares at Hibbits.

Pietra whispers to the group, "Don't recall him being there."

Jalodg whispers to the group, "Hibbits was fightings withys ussy? Musta misseds thats!"

Brewyte nods at Pietra.

Enestrie whispers to the group, "He was not by our side!"
Joness whispers to the group, "I'm sure he was somewhere!"

Hibbits says, "I will have words with the guards... I got reports that they acted the fool. Quite the shame! They will receive better training."

Brewyte whispers to the group, "Hidden wathing to see our strengths and weaknesses?"

Dirvy whispers to the group, "Well, he is short, so maybe he was lost in the fray?"

Jalodg whispers to the group, "We makes sure those facts gets straight."

Hibbits exclaims, "There are also guards posted throughout town, but I've only ever seen them... standing there. Time to get them marching!"

Joness gasps.
Nicolao nods approvingly.
Jaggery nods.

Knucktuck grins.

Joness whispers to the group, "The guards was crying for help! "I's not combat trained for this!"."

Pietra nods at Joness.

Liquaxis says, "Spend a lot of the time in the tavern..."
Dirvy whispers to the group, "Well, they are only trained to drink, so..."

Jaggery murmurs, "They're always at the pub."

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "Posted IN town you say?"

Hibbits exclaims, "In over 20 years of my vigilance and service to this town, I've never seen our walls breached in this way. Murderous creatures should not push past our defenses!"

Brewyte whispers to the group, "In times past I have seen the guards be most velient, until overwhelmed."

Pietra stares at Hibbits.

Everyone makes some sort of disagreeable expression toward Hibbits

Nicolao gives a sidelong glance at Hibbits.

Joness whispers to the group, "Twenty years! What a warrior!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "Pardon. WHICH 20 years are you referring to?"

Joness gasps.
Althaz laughs!
Pietra grins slowly at Faulkil.

Hibbits says, "Questions at the end, if you please."

Hibbits exclaims, "I'm proud we made it through, and I'm working to Keep Icemule Great - you can trust that!" <-- ooc people made references to Trump

Jalodg whispers to the group, "Thissy soundings creepy!"

Hibbits says, "My next point is one of huge concern." <-- Huuuuge concern

Jaggery says, "We already have a wall."

Dirvy whispers to the group, "No, no, you are just distracted by his foot hair, look up."

Dirvy nods at Jalodg.

Speaking to Jaggery, Faulkil says, "But you aren't marching enough."

Faulkil nods at Jaggery.

Jaggery marches back and forth, sharply turning at the end of each stride.

Hibbits exclaims, "We have record snowfall, and it doesn't show any signs of stopping!"

Hibbits gazes up into the heavens.

Pietra stares at Hibbits.

Jalodg whispers to the group, "You sees the light grey shadow followings him??"

Faulkil says, "Some good news for a change."

Hibbits exclaims, "Between invasions, "orbs", and weirdness at the penitentiary, the snow is my biggest concern!"

Hibbits says, "Our infrastructure may not support the weight of it piling on and on..."

Hibbits frets.
Pietra stares at Hibbits.
Brewyte nods at Jalodg.
Pietra gazes up into the heavens.
Liquaxis rolls his eyes.
Faulkil squints.

Hibbits says, "Because of this, I'm collecting donations to make improvements! Some have already begun, which I'll address in a moment."

Speaking to Hibbits, Pietra asks, "The weather? Really?"

Speaking to Pietra, Hibbits says, "Questions at the end, please."

Pietra smirks.

Pietra says, "I say one thing."
Pietra smirks.
Jaggery says, "What about 20 years of gate fees."
Pietra gazes up into the heavens.
Zosozpage mutters rhetorical.
Speaking to Pietra, Faulkil says, "Please restate your question in the form of a statement."
Faulkil grins.

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Dirvy observes, "I am not so sure Icemule is the place to be, if you are worried about snow so much..."

Hibbits exclaims, "Last night I placed a donation bin outside White Haven and we raised TEN MILLION! I bet we can raise TEN BILLION!"

Pietra stares at Hibbits.

Everyone was amazed by the donations given.

Hibbits raises his hands, calling for silence.

Jaggery says, "I bet we can't."

Hibbits groans.

Brewyte whispers to the group, "Here it comes."

Faulkil says, "We'd need a bigger town if we donated that many silver just to hold all the silverr."

Jalodg whispers to the group, "Issy that really rights? They raiseds ten millions?"
Speaking to a copper-edged modwir podium, Hibbits exclaims, "Useless!"
Joness notes, "Or at leasts a bigger box." <-- YES! To get a BIGGER note, you need a BIGGER box!

Hibbits waits impatiently for the chatter to cease.

Pietra asks, "Billions are useless?"

Pietra laughs!

Enestrie recites softly:

"If we could please be quiet and let him speak please?"

Enestrie makes a shushing sound!

Hibbits smiles politely.
Hibbits says, "Thank you."

Hibbits says, "The more donations I receive, the more I can improve the quality of life in this town."

Pietra whispers to the group, "He's more concerned with the snow than with the orbs."

Hibbits says, "Nihala had many plans that for one reason or another, she never carried out. I have gone through her notes and I am intent on executing them. For example, a citizen's lounge..."

Kaladriel whispers to the group, "E' jus said e's executing us!"

You whisper, "That's what I heard." to your group.

Speaking to herself, Pietra says, "A lounge where we can pile up the bodies of our dead citizens. Great."

Brewyte whispers to the group, "The quality of life in this twon doesn't depend on anything but the people , citizens of this town."

Joness whispers to the group, "My own private workshop! ANd a tart bar! And a spa! And a heated pool!"

Azerik whispers to the group, "I will take the heat pool...."

Jalodg whispers to the group, "I hopes they builds a greenhouse!"

Hibbits says, "A city archive..."

Speaking to Pietra, Zosozpage says, "Meeting rooms for all the militia to gather in."

Nicolao gazes with interest at Hibbits.

Hibbits squints at some parchment notes.
Hibbits shivers.

Pietra rolls her eyes.

Hibbits says, "Among other improvements."

Hibbits says, "Berrytoe, who financed the shop changes in the general store, will return tomorrow, along with Blackfinger."

Speaking quietly to Nicolao, Oubar whispers aloud, "City archive could be interesting."

Kippit disgruntledly says, "Blackfinger can rot." <-- yet, when Blackfinger was gone, many had to leave their locked boxes at the well when no pickers were available.

Hibbits exclaims, "That is just one example of the kinds of improvements that I'm pushing through!"

Enestrie glances at Kippit.

Kippit glances between Enestrie and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.
Joness flashes Kippit a conspiratorial grin.
Kippit has 1292186 fame.
Kippit sighs.

Kippit rubs his locksmith kit.

A deep hum reverberates through the air, but its source is indeterminate. The vibration of the noise causes the ground to tremble beneath your feet, then it falls silent just as a quickly as it began. <--this again?

Hibbits says, "Now I've heard reports of some "orbs" or something about town."

Brewyte blinks at Hibbits.

You peer north and see ...

[Icemule Trace, East Road]
Merchants and adventurers crowd this gravel path, talking and laughing as they stroll along. Off to the south, a stately white dome rises high into the sky. You also see a crackling flawless glass orb resting on a low tri-pronged electrum stand and a half-timbered pale grey stone guildhall.
Obvious paths: east, south, west

Hibbits says, "I've sent my assistants out and they haven't found anything. I encourage you not to believe such rumors without hard evidence, as you would in any situation."

High Lord Svardin's group just arrived. (bark!)

Enestrie's jaw drops.
Jaggery flails his arms about.
Kippit blinks at Hibbits.
Woulfgar gawks at Hibbits.
You blink.

Speaking to Hibbits, Svardin says, "Rar."
Woulfgar begins chuckling at Hibbits!

Oubar blinks.

Svardin tries humming a joyful tune.
Enestrie blinks at Hibbits.
You heartily say, "There one just north of us."

You heartily say, "Outside the guild."
Jalodg agrees with you.
Speaking to Hibbits, Pietra says, "You, sir, are a moron."

A blinding flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies.
Jalodg points north.
Nicolao murmurs, "Your own eyes are not hard enough evidence, it seems."

Svardin arranges his posture and features in a skillful imitation of Hibbits.

Hibbits says, "I'm not sure if there is some intent to instill fear in the hearts of Icemulians or what."
Hibbits shrugs.
Rioja agrees with Nicolao.

Svardin says, "Dat'll never happen."
Svardin giggles.

Jalodg whispers to the group, "Maybees we drag Hibbits north to see withsy own eyes!"
Zosozpage says, "I must be seeing things."
Chemaine scoffs at Hibbits.

Svardin says, "Well."
Svardin says, "Unless ya looks up."

Svardin glances up. <-- cos Hibbits is too short!

Brewyte laughs at Hibbits!
Pietra nods at Jalodg.
Joness blinks.

Speaking to Hibbits, Pietra says, "We can give you a tour."

Hibbits looks down at his notes, hands trembling.
Sothog mutters under his breath.

Weslee says, "Shapes are hard people, be nice."

Speaking to Pietra, Hibbits says, "Unfortunately, Lady Snake Tongue, I have other commitments after this."

Joness says, "Ones mans orb is another mans oblong egg."

Brewyte peers quizzically at Hibbits.
Pietra smirks at Hibbits.
Kilded hisses.
Enestrie gawks at Hibbits.
Laralana cackles!
Zosozpage whispers something to Pietra.

Pietra says, "Well that's a new nickname."

Hibbits regains his composure.

Laralana says, "I like it."
Laralana winks at Pietra.

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie says, "I woould encourage you to use kinder words, sir."

Enestrie moves to stand in front of Pietra.

Speaking to Hibbits, Pietra asks, "Honestly, you can't take one minute to see an orb?"

Pietra points north.

Speaking to Enestrie, Hibbits exclaims, "I would encourage them to stop mocking me. I have investigated every claim made since Nihala fell ill!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Pietra asks, "And a moment more to see the metallic circle in Town Center?"

Pietra whispers to the group, "So, can we lynch him?"
Pietra clears her throat.
Laralana turns to Pietra and cheers!
Azerik looks over at Pietra and shakes his head.

Pietra snaps her fingers.

Dirvy whispers to the group, "Perhaps it is the shadow that obscures his vision?"

Rioja whispers to the group, "Aye, Dirvy.. you may something there."

Hibbits says, "I will surely check again, but I swear upon the life of my father, I have seen nothing unusual except SNOW."
Weslee says, "Perhaps the snow covered them, while you investigated."
Weslee shrugs at Hibbits.
Kippit gazes up into the heavens.
Jalodg whispers to the group, "Or maybe that shadow is controllings the meat puppet!"

A pall of silence settles on the area.

Dirvy whispers to the group, "Yes, it could be manipulating him, but it could also be keeping him from seeing things right in front of him."

Brewyte whispers to the group, "He is snow blind."

Hibbits says, "Now."

Joness whispers to the group, "Can we ask him to teach us the shadow spell?"

Hibbits says, "Regardless of whether or not you believe me, you'll show a bit of decorum until I finish, please and thank you."

Jalodg whispers to the group, "I nots know of Hibbits for long. Has he always liveds here?"

Weslee whispers to the group, "The ore he speaks, the more we know... he knows."
Pietra whispers to the group, "If he finds snow unusual, I'm guessing he's not from around here."

Hibbits says, "The next rumors I'd like to address are those of Nihala."

Dirvy whispers to the group, "What better way to manipulate someone to do one's bidding, if not by showing them things that are not there, for instance the snow that he thinks is scary... and hiding things from them, like the orbs."

Enestrie whispers to the group, "Lets listen to him, please and save the comments for a bit?"

Hibbits says, "The Mayor is deathly ill as it remains, sleeping most days and nights. My attendants are trying every known cure."

Enestrie whispers to the group, "I would appreciate you all if you would."

Hibbits says, "It has come to my attention that many are accusing me of having killed her to take this office."

You whisper, "Cure to what?" to your group.
Hibbits exclaims, "Let me be clear: I do not want the office of Mayor!"

Hibbits chuckles.

Pietra whispers to the group, "We at least are whispering now, Enestrie."

Joness whispers to the group, "I'll take the office of Mayor!" <-- ambitious little fella

Enestrie whispers to the group, "Yes, and I love you for it, thanks Pietra."
Laralana whispers to the group, "Joness for mayor!"

Hibbits says, "As you can see tonight, the controversy gets to me. Besides, these old hands couldn't kill a white vysan if they tried, let alone a person."

The king penguin waddles around the area.

Hibbits says, "Since many of you in your arrogance do not believe me, I will arrange a visit to her abode where you can see her."

The severe snowstorm blankets the entire area into white drifts.
Hibbits says, "THEN you will have the same evidence you demand from me."

Hibbits's hands tremble on his notes as he turns them over.

listen hib This is not an appropriate place for that. <--it's an inappropriate time to LISTEN to Hibbits!

Hibbits says, "Last item of warning, though I mentioned it earlier: I encourage you all to investigate the penitentiary as well, as the Warden has reported strange happenings."

Kaladriel whispers to the group, "I'll have to find a new place for my late night endeavors now."

Hibbits says, "I have not yet been myself, but I will go when I am able. I have much to do behind the scenes as you imagine."

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. <-- spooky timing

Hibbits says, "Don't let these rumors or strange occurances dampen your spirits for the possibilities! Many opportunities are on the horizon, including one I'd like to announce now."

Hibbits says, "I am forming a committee of (mostly) citizens to determine ways in which the town can be improved."

Hibbits says, "It will have around 10 seats, and is a good opportunity for those who wish to get involved in local affairs. I will also sit on the committee in an ex-officio capacity."

Hibbits squints at some parchment notes.

Hibbits says, "I will call it the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, er, etc..."

Hibbits rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Hibbits says, "That's it. The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc."

You whisper, "I.C.I.C life." to your group.

Hibbits says, "ICICLE for short."

Pietra whispers to the group, "Icicle... yeah."

You whisper, "I likes mine better." to your group.

You whisper, "Sounds like Icy, Icy Life... it's cold up here, ya know." to your group.

Hibbits says, "The committee will choose a chair, and will work toward implementing some of these initiatives I have announced such as the archive and the town hall improvements."

Hibbits says, "I will allow a small number of seats to be held by non-citizens, because an outsider's opinion is important too."

Heavy gusts of wind cause the area to be blinded in white snow.

Hibbits says, "In a moment I will place two sign up sheets out, one for citizens and one for non-citizens. If there is a lot of interest, I will have an assistant choose at random."

Hibbits says, "I will now open the floor for questions as I place these lists out that you can JOIN or WRITE on. I'll leave them out through the weekend."

The pall of silence leaves the area.

Hibbits carefully places a long crinkled off-white sheet that reads "NON-CITIZENS" on the ground.

Hibbits carefully places a large frost-covered parchment that reads "CITIZENS" on the ground.

People sign up.

Speaking to Laralana, Pietra says, "I'm sure he won't allow 'Lady Snake Tongue' on the committe."

Speaking to Pietra, Hibbits says, "I assure you, Lady Snake Tongue, it will be random."

Svardin asks, "Dis is joinin I.C.I.C.L.E?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Pietra says, "All I want is for you to see the orbs."

Speaking heartily to Svardin, you say, "It's the Icy, Icy Life."

Speaking to you, Pietra says, "Please stop." <-- Lady Snake Tongue cans speak when asked not to, but can'ts allows others to speak? Who's truly the cold-hearted snake? Pietra or Hibbits?

Speaking to Pietra, Joness exclaims, "We cans CONTROLS the orbs if we on committee!"

Hibbits says, "Now I'll set out a donation box here and in town center later..."

Speaking to Hibbits, Nicolao murmurs, "I suspect those who question your motives, good sir, are doing so from a position of concern for their homes and their town."

Speaking to Pietra, Joness says, "Blindies blind hibbits cants see them."

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie asks, "May we ask you now to look at the orbs with us?"

Svardin says, "Hard nuff ta keep da idjits from blowin stuff up."

Speaking to Pietra, Joness exclaims, "But we's can!"

Speaking to Pietra, Joness exclaims, "We cans control them!"

Speaking to Nicolao, Hibbits says, "I have nothing but their motives and safety in mind."

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Dirvy says, "I have a question for you, if I may."
Nicolao agrees, "One sincerely hopes."
Speaking to Joness, Pietra says, "And that is the problem."

Speaking to Hibbits, Kilded says, "Did you consider calling it In Service of Icemule Safety? Just curious." (ISIS)

Speaking to Hibbits, Svardin says, "Good luck in yer temporary role."

Hibbits struggles momentarily with the box before looking away guiltily.

Laralana giggles at Kilded.

Nicolao notes, "We've run into those who asserted such and proved otherwise, in the past, you see."

Svardin says, "An Icemule is da most fortified town in da lands."
Svardin chuckles.
Kilded winks at Laralana.

Hibbits carefully places a bright pine donation box on the ground.

Hibbits says, "I assure you, I am not interested in power."

Hibbits says, "Now I know many have questions. Please raise your hand if you have one, I'll go in order."

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie asks, "When may we see the mayor? What date and time?"

Speaking to Enestrie, Hibbits says, "I have to coordinate that with her caregivers. I promise to give advance notice as I always do."

Speaking to Hibbits, Svardin asks, "I know ya is concerned wit really important stuff, but Rufus was wonderin if ya could find da time ta bring a large wagonload of chocolate doughnuts fer em?"

Speaking to Svardin, Hibbits says, "Chocolate shop. Would love to see it."

Speaking to Hibbits, Kilded asks, "What does the refurbished store and locksmith have different?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Joness exclaims, "Can we builds catapults to launch snowmen at peoples that is walkings on the trails! And makes em fall down!"

Speaking melodically to Hibbits, Jalodg asks, "Ums, would you haves a moment to come walks up with us just north to shows you something?"

Speaking to Joness, Hibbits says, "I had catapults in mind, though not that kind."

Speaking to Joness, Hibbits says, "I'll see what we can do. ICICLE will start discussing those requests. And I have a commitment to work for the citizens right now, so I can't."

Speaking to Kilded, Hibbits says, "Some new customizable inventory."

Speaking to Jalodg, Hibbits says, "I don't have the time right now, but I will."

Hibbits says, "Okay! Thank you all for attending. Citizens who wish pins and work done, let's step inside."

Altering services for citizens.

You hear the faint thoughts of Enestrie echo in your mind:
[Local]: "We will be going to the penitentiary outside Icemule Trace to investigate reports of strange happenings. Join Roblar's group in Clovertooth Hall in about half an hour."

[Icewall Penitentiary, Entryway]
Lit only by a single iron-sconced torch east of the gated entrance, this ice-enclosed cavern is filled with an unwelcoming silence and a sense of foreboding. To the northwest, countless stalagmites of crystalline ice jut wickedly upwards towards a suspended rope bridge far above the penitentiary floor. Garbed in hooded black robes, a pair of grizzled halflings guard a thick imflass-chain ladder that leads upwards into the Icewall.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: none

>Commander Roblar's group just climbed a thick imflass-chain ladder.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Ledge]
The guards at the top of an imflass-chain ladder stamp their feet in a vain attempt to fight off the biting cold. A single torch set in an unadorned iron sconce provides only scarce light, causing shadows to flitter about the area. Near the torch, a thick imflass door has been fixed securely into the ice and bears a prominent mithril plaque. To the west, a suspended rope bridge crosses a narrow chasm.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: none

people try casting

The magic fizzles ineffectually.

>Commander Roblar's group just went through a thick imflass door fixed securely into the eastern wall.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Office]
The slick, icy floor provides an unstable purchase to this tiny, cramped office. The uneven walls and ceiling are formed of a mix of transparent and milky white ice reinforced with heavy iron strips. Three iron sconces holding flickering torches are spaced evenly throughout the room, all hooded so as to prevent any melting ice from extinguishing the flames. A mithril-legged, short wooden desk and a matching chair face a thick imflass door fixed securely into the western wall.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: none

Jalodg melodically says, "It feels pretty locksed down."

Pietra asks, "The inmates are all behind bars?"

Roblar searches around for a moment.
Leyann says, "As long as the inmates are locked up."

Commander Roblar's group just went through a thick imflass door fixed securely into the western wall.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Ledge]
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: none

Jalodg melodically says, "I can'ts seem to feels Imaera as well."

>Commander Roblar's group just went over to a suspended rope bridge.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Bridge]
Four sections of iron-shod rope, each consisting of several lengths wound around another, offer dire passage over an ensured death below. From an icy ledge to the east, the plankless bridge extends over the chasm and has been securely tethered to both sides of a circular opening to the west. Hooded iron sconces offer limited torchlight on either end of the bridge.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: none

Roblar just tried to pull a twisted section of rope.

>Commander Roblar's group just went through a circular opening.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Corridor]
Rounded walls, ceiling and floor of slick, solid white ice make this otherwise simple corridor quite hard to navigate. The subtle glow of a torch to the west provides enough light to see the outlines of an iron-shod wooden door to the south and the imflass bars of a cell door to the north. One end of the hallway stretches farther to the west, while the other ends in a circular opening that leads to a suspended rope bridge uneasily spanning a narrow chasm.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: west, out

>Commander Roblar's group just went west.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Corridor]
Placed within a hooded sconce and set low upon the southern wall, an unfaltering torch provides ample light to the center of the passageway. A cell to the north, sealed by an iron-barred cell door, looks terribly uncomfortable, its icy confines providing barely enough space to hold a single humanoid captive. You also see a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: east, west

Roblar deeply says, "And der it iz."

Jalodg gasps.
Azerik says, "An orb."
Roblar scowls at a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
Jalodg blinks.
Azerik glances at a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
Joness waves into the distance, a trail of ethereal energy following his hand.
Joness gestures at a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.

You heartily say, "Pitch black."
Azerik says, "When..."
Jalodg pauses for a moment and observes a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
Reciting the mystical phrases of his elemental spell, a rime of frost suddenly encircles Joness's crystal blue eyes and infuses the whites of his ocular cavity with icy blue energy that dissipates as he releases his spell.
Pietra squints at a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
Leyann says, "Those orbs are everywhere now."

Jalodg melodically says, "That one looks nastier than the others."
You heartily ask, "He seen this one, but not the others?"

You sense that your attunement to the minds of others is fading, and that it will cease in about a minute.

You rub your crystal amulet.

Feels smooth!

There is a small power ebb, but then it fades.

You heartily say, "Can't rub amulets here."

Jalodg unfastens the clasp on his beige burlap cloak and opens it, no longer needing the extra protection from the weather outside.

Enestrie softly says, "How dark."
Jalodg rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Joness gazes thoughtfully at a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.

Leyann traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
Leyann gestures.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.

Joness waves into the distance, a trail of ethereal energy following his hand.
Joness gestures at a large rotating pitch black orb hovering above a tri-pronged electrum stand.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.

Roblar commands the local spirits to aid him, an intense expression on his face as he stares straight ahead...
Leyann says, "Too bad you can't cast light in this place."

Jalodg snaps his fingers.

>Commander Roblar's group just went west.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Corridor]
Light dimly filters in from the east, revealing the difficult terrain of the hallway. Three cell doors line the walls here, one set in each wall. Formed of hammered plates of mithril and imflass, the western door is intermittently covered with cryptic runes. The wrought mithril bars of the northern cell door have been wickedly barbed to prevent any stray hands from reaching through. Finally, a solid door of riveted iron has been set into the ice on the south side of the corridor.
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: east

Jalodg blinks.
Azerik says, "I can try to glen something from it if you like."

>Commander Roblar's group just went east.
[Icewall Penitentiary, Corridor]
Also here: Enestrie, Joness, Great Lord Jalodg, Pietra, Lady Exchequer Leyann, Azerik, Commander Roblar
Obvious exits: east, west

Enestrie softly says, "Very strange."
Pietra nods slowly at Azerik.
Enestrie nods at Azerik.

Azerik says, "Well here goes."

Azerik sits down.

You arm yourself for battle.

Speaking heartily to Enestrie, you say, "Gots my blades."

Speaking heartily to Enestrie, you say, "And plenty of rage."

Enestrie nods to you.

Enestrie praises you.

Azerik gazes at the silver-sheathed crystal around his neck for several moments and a glassy expression comes over his eyes.

Azerik says, "The Hanged man."

Azerik says, "I see a man hanging upside down with deep scares. He has a sadistic smile across his face."
Azerik says, "This bodes ill."

Azerik says, "As if someone is being tormented."

Azerik says, "It could be Hibbits."

Azerik says, "It could be the mayor."

Azerik says, "But it points to a person."

Roblar deeply says, "There are many closed cell doors."

Roblar gestures at an iron-barred cell door.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.

Azerik asks, "Would anyone like to see the image?" <-- of course, everyone!

Azerik shows you his silver-sheathed crystal. Sheathed in a labyrinthine cage of silver filigree wrong to resemble a cascade of feathers, the icy blue crystalline structure falls away from the metal and culminates in a softly rounded point. Micro inclusions of moss green illuminate the heart of the piece, while tiny grey striations along the exterior mute the brightness of rolling mist that is in constant motion within the tiny piece. A simple loop at the top of the metallic half-sheath is just wide enough to hold the incredibly thin chain. As you gaze into the crystal's depths, a vision blossoms within your mind's eye...

A man with delicate features hangs upside down upon a trunk of wood. Deep scars are visible along the edge of his collar and a sadistic smile crosses his face.

Azerik says, "Every reading I have done has pointed to a controlling force tormenting another force."

Leyann says, "Hmm, spirit servants don't come in here."

Jalodg melodically says, "Or Pepper." <-- his trusty bobcat

Leyann says, "I guess mine will be dropping oblivion quartzes somewhere."

Jalodg melodically asks, "So's we thinks Hibbit's being controlled?"

Azerik says, "I don't know that I can place blame on Hibbits for any of this."

Joness whispers to the group, "Can we meteor swarm it?"

Enestrie looks over at Joness and shakes her head.

Pietra smiles at Azerik.
Azerik says, "If he is being controlled and tormented."
Jalodg melodically asks, "Why can'ts he see the orbs?"

Jalodg melodically says, "Then what's controlling hims says that Mayor is here....but this orb is here..."

Azerik says, "But the readings are always vague."

Azerik says, "So there can be many meanings."

Jalodg melodically says, "May nots be Mayor here. Only doom..."

Enestrie softly says, "We do not have enough information at this point."

Speaking to Azerik, Pietra says, "I think you're right though."

Leyann says, "And we can't get much info magically, since this place is magic shielded."

Joness whispers to the group, "Aren't demons anti-magic."
Joness whispers to the group, "Get a sorceror!"

Enestrie softly asks, "Commander, what is your take on this?"

Roblar shrugs.
Roblar deeply says, "Ugly ball."

Pietra begins chuckling at Roblar!

Speaking to Roblar, Pietra says, "You're pereceptive."
Speaking to Roblar, Azerik asks, "Can you smash it?"

Leyann says, "Can't even touch it with it moving like that."

Roblar shakes his head.

Roblar deeply says, "Moving too quick."
Roblar bashes the cell door with his rolaren waraxe.

Roblar deeply says, "But."

Roblar bashes the cell door with his rolaren waraxe. <-- Did this 18 more times.

Roblar deeply says, "Lets do a jailbreak."

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.

You heartily say, "Interesting that their magics can comes in.... but ours can't go out."

Leyann nods to you.

Roblar deeply says, "Well."

Roblar deeply says, "Headin back."
Roblar deeply says, "Iz well built."
Roblar smiles.
Roblar put an immense rolaren waraxe in his bear hide axe scabbard.

Roblar deeply says, "Locked cells."

>Commander Roblar's group just returned to Town Center.

Left Azerik by mistake because he sat down to examine the orb.

Azerik joins Roblar's group.
Azerik says, "Thanks for coming back."
Roblar smiles at Azerik.

Azerik says, "I was scared."
Roblar nods.
Azerik shivers.

>Commander Roblar's group just returned to Town Center.

Hefty Hibbits the Halfling (notes/shorthand in this color)

===== Hibbits appears agains, 15th day of Eoantos =====

[White Haven, Grand Courtyard]

A vast and peaceful courtyard surrounds the crystal tower, bordered by a stone wall. Delicate vines coated with a fine layer of ice cling to the wall, creating a frozen mosaic. Almost hidden by the vines, a staircase spirals upwards against the central tower, while a massive white modwir-framed entryway stands as the obvious entrance. An ice-covered pond dominates one corner of the courtyard. You also see a bunch of muffins and tarts along with people's disk, a white granite monument, a dark arch with a large sign above it, a mound of snow, a heavy slate blackboard and the doorman.
Also here: Azerik, Kerven, Chatelaine Traiva, Sothog, Bilfords, Enestrie, Hefty Hibbits, Originator Oubar, Faulkil who is sitting, Maylan, Sage Niadja, Lady Khylynnia, Lady Telira
Obvious paths: out

Hibbits says, "Just need one Officer to give the okay."

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An churning, light grey shadow follows Hibbits' every movement. <-- what is this mysterious shadow?
You see Hefty Hibbits Hoft the Deputy Mayor.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is indescribably short and has stubby arms and legs. He appears to be in his second childhood. He has close-set grey eyes and alabaster skin. He has closely shaved, spiky peppered hair with long, dull red sideburns. He has an oval face, a broad nose and a short unkempt dull red beard. He has a pronounced pot belly.
He has a light sephwir pipe clenched between his teeth, several blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his forearms, and a brilliant blue snowflake tattoo on his ear.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a pair of soft rabbit fur earmuffs, a brushed blue felt hat, a fraying red and ivory cameline scarf, a crumb-covered beige canvas pack, several tight-fitting tunics of various furs and leathers, a chipped dark iron bucket, a coil of braided jute rope, some grey wool pants tearing at the seams, and a pair of thick blue fur boots attached to large snowshoes.

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "To give the OK for which?"

Hibbits struggles momentarily with the box before looking away guiltily.
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I'll happily authorize anything, so long as we can blame Faulkil if it goes awry."

Hibbits hefts a bright pine donation box into the air, displaying his find for all to see.

Brewyte glances at Hibbits.

Speaking to Faulkil, Oubar says, "I think this one's going to end up being your fault."

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Niadja says, "You haven't been in office lon' but ah see you're already hittin' the donation trail."
Joness hums happily to himself.
Joness whistles at Hibbits!
The sky all around is white with falling snow.

Azerik grins at Niadja.
Oubar gazes up into the heavens.
Hibbits says, "Since we no longer tax foreigners for passing through our walls, we need to raise some funds for improvements to the town hall."
Pipitta asks, "What'r th'donations for?"
Niadja winks at Azerik.

Hibbits glances at Pipitta.
Faulkil says, "Or something like that."
Oubar nods understandingly.
Speaking to Pipitta, Hibbits exclaims, "I just said it!"
Niadja rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Sothog says, "Politics and money tends to go hand in hand."

Pipitta stares at Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Pipitta asks, "And who are you?"

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Niadja guesses, "You needa bigger office?"

Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits says, "I put the citizens' needs first."

Hibbits stamps his feet.

Niadja adopts an agreeable expression.
Azerik just nudged Pipitta.

Speaking to Pipitta, Azerik says, "He is the stand in."
Kittai blinks.
Hibbits says, "I'd like to place a box here, and one in town square, for donations."

Brewyte raises an eyebrow in Hibbits's direction.
Azerik nods at Pipitta.
Speaking softly to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Well then ah might like ya a little."
Hibbits nods at Oubar.

Pipitta asks, "Stand in fer wha?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords says, "The citizens need to know what the orbs are."

Hibbits turns away from Bilfords, ignoring him.

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "What sorta donations?"

Speaking to Pipitta, Azerik says, "Mayor or some such."

Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits says, "Silvers of course."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I think we'd be fine with that. You were the one who approved the renovations to the general store, after all."

Speaking to Hibbits, Brewyte says, "This citizens millions of silvers."

Hibbits nods at Oubar.
Hibbits carefully places a bright pine donation box on the ground.

Hibbits struggles momentarily with the box before looking away guiltily.

Sothog asks, "What of the circle in the center of town? A rather unusual civic improvement, don't you think?"

Hibbits turns away from Sothog, ignoring him.

Maylan recites:

"We've only given away one chrism tonight. Send me your refreshment ideas! If they are extra delicious, we may even decide to stock them!"

You recite heartily:

"Red Rum - 1 parts liquor, 2 parts maniacal rage"

Oubar nods understandingly.
Enestrie turns to you and cheers!
Maylan laughs at you!

Niadja starts chuckling at you!
Kittai grins at you.
You smile.

Maylan offers you a frosted blue dragonmist crystal. <-- I win the chrism challenge!

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Do you have a target goal in mind?"

Pipitta mutters, "Ent no Mayor but the Mayor in 'er bed, Nihala Wineberry."

Pipitta glances suspiciously at Hibbits.

Speaking to Oubar, Hibbits exclaims, "The town has quite a nice reserve, but I want the citizens' lounge to be beyond what the town has ever seen!"

Oubar nods understandingly at Hibbits.

Niadja softly says, "Oooo."
Faulkil turns to Hibbits and cheers!

Speaking softly to Oubar, Niadja says, "Ah like him."

Speaking to Oubar, Hibbits says, "Since I haven't taken but a meager salary for 48 years that I've served the public..."

Hibbits chuckles to himself.

Speaking to Niadja, Oubar says, "I might not like everything about him, but I can get behind improvements to the town, and would be willing to see that contributions are gathered."

Pipitta frowns at Hibbits.

Rioja's group just arrived.

Tetreves waves to you.

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "No offense meant."

Bilfords visibly whispers to the group, "No one else is worried about those orbs?"

Enestrie whispers to the group, "We all are. He refuses to discuss the issue."

Brewyte glances at Hibbits.
Sothog whispers to the group, "I also am concerned."

Kittai whispers to the group, "We all are what?"

Joness whispers to the group, "Orbs is a source of rare magics! I needs one!"

Khylynnia giggles at Joness.

Bilfords whispers to the group, "Did we try beating it out of him?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Can we get an official position from you with regards to the reports of orbs appearing around town?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Brewyte asks, "So what have you found out so far, about this snw and sorcery thing?"

Enestrie whispers to the group, "No, perhaps he will discuss the orbs at the meeting tomorrow night."

Hibbits says, "I'm not sure what orbs you're referring to, have seen nothing of the sort."

Maylan can offer Hibbits only a blank expression.

Brewyte peers quizzically at Hibbits.

Speaking softly to Oubar, Niadja says, "He hasn't seen his shadow, either, so that don't mean much."

Hibbits exclaims, "But what about this SNOW? Something so unnatural about it!"

Joness ponders.
Oubar acts puzzled.
Joness sticks his tongue out and manages to catch a snowflake on its tip!

Speaking to Hibbits, Joness says, "Tastes good."
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "You keep saying that... why do you feel the snow is unnatural?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Azerik says, "Unatural...the snow."

Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords exclaims, "Maybe it's the orbs!"

Maylan whispers to the group, "He will not even acknowledge their existence? How very strange."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I agree that it seems to be snowing a bit more, but it's always snowed here."

Khylynnia whispers to the group, "He is the mayor of Icemule."
Enestrie whispers to the group, "He states he is the acting mayor of Icemule."
Oubar shrugs at Hibbits.

Maylan whispers to the group, "Hibbits is our supposed...interim Mayor?"

Kittai whispers to the group, "Anyone know what happened to the old mayor?"

Sothog whispers to the group, "So he says, yes."

Bilfords whispers to the group, "So he says."
Oubar whispers to the group, "Yep, interim mayor while the actual mayor is laid up ill."

Maylan whispers to the group, "She is....well he claims she is safe?"

Oubar whispers to the group, "Safe and being cared for."

Joness whispers to the group, "Has the scary thick tusk boar flu."

Pipitta visibly whispers to the group, "Pipi said... Ent no Mayor but the Mayor in 'er bed, Nihala Wineberry. Don't like th'look of this one."
Joness nods sagely.

Kittai whispers to the group, "Yeah but its been forever since anyone has seen her, right?"

Enestrie whispers to the group, "Agreed Pipita."
Maylan whispers to the group, "You all should try to get some information out of him. We can't let him get away with being so mum. Not in THIS town!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Tetreves asks, "Hello, Hibbits! I'm not from here, did I hear correctly that you are the mayor of Icemule?"

Hibbits says, "I'll send my assistants to check about for these "blorbs" or whatever you say in the morning as I prepare my speech."

Speaking to Hibbits, Azerik corrects, "Orbs."

Speaking to Hibbits, Joness whispers aloud, "We shoulds move the orbs to the workshop here! it will makes me even better!"

Brewyte glances at Hibbits.

Maylan whispers to the group, "Who wants to volunteer to get him drunk? We have plenty of refreshments on the cart here."
Speaking to Tetreves, Hibbits says, "Nihala is the Mayor of our town, but she is quite ill. I am filling in."
Bilfords says, "And the circle, have them look at that."

Bilfords nods once at Hibbits.

Hibbits taps a bright pine donation box.

Speaking to Hibbits, Brewyte says, "Well we can sure see you rinvestigations are worthless."

Hibbits exclaims, "As a measure of good faith, I'll make the first deposit for the citizen lounge and improvements!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Tetreves says, "I see! Thank you, and a pleasure to meet you."

Speaking softly to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "What's goin' on with Niahala, anyway? Does she need a puff or sommat?"

Hibbits drops some silver into the box.
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Your box... It is empty."

Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits says, "I'm not authorized to discuss the details at this time."

Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits says, "I'm sure you understand she needs her privacy."

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Can you at least tell us if she's being well cared for?"

Maylan whispers to the group, "Tomorrow night during this meeting might be a good time to get him drunk. Loosen his lips a little, eh?"

Speaking to Oubar, Hibbits says, "My many attendants are with her round the clock."

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "House White Haven will bring refreshments to your meeting tomorrow. Would you like that?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords says, "I am an empath, take me to her."

Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits says, "My attendees include pharmacists and apothecaries of the highest caliber."

Speaking to Hibbits, Brewyte asks, "D to worry about what your attendants are doing to her?"
Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits exclaims, "Can't hurt! Bring lots of tarts!"

Hibbits glances at Brewyte.
Niadja softly muses, "Ah hope they don't get ridda the kumys."

Hibbits does a cartwheel.

Oubar blinks at Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "We are fresh out of tarts, sadly. How about a nice hot toddy to ward off the cold?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar exclaims, "Good form!"

Speaking heartily to Maylan, you ask, "If liquor not work on loosening his lips?"

Maylan shushes you!

Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits demands, "I'll need tarts."

Speaking to Maylan, Faulkil says, "Don't give him any."
Niadja softly says, "Oh sure. NOW he wants a tart."
Faulkil mutters tartstomper.

You burst out in loud, raucous laughter.

Joness knowingly says, "I knews he would come around."
Sothog chuckles.

Speaking to Hibbits, Azerik says, "You have an odd aura. I can't place it."
Azerik shrugs.
Joness shows Hibbits a snowberry tart tattoo.

Speaking softly to Azerik, Niadja says, "It's the shadow."

Maylan whispers to the group, "Plan Get Hibbits Drunk is a go. I repeat, Plan Get Hibbits Drunk is a go!"

Speaking to Joness, Hibbits says, "What an unattractive rendition."

Hibbits chuckles.

Oubar whispers to the group, "Can we get drunk too?"

Joness whispers to the group, "I love drinking!"
Maylan whispers to the group, "Naturally."

Barely visible, glowing motes materialize from nowhere, then streak off into the distance faster than the eye can follow!

Sothog says, "And there's more motes again."

Brewyte raises an eyebrow in Hibbits's direction.
Azerik ponders.
Khylynnia whispers to the group, "Well, I aced my drinking class in Bard College."

Brewyte whispers to the group, "What is that shadow behind Hibbits."

Oubar asks, "There's definitely something going on... we're seeing orbs, and he's seeing things in the snow. Perhaps it's just appearing differently for him?"

Speaking to Brewyte, Hibbits says, "Perhaps it is you who is aware of something that is not actually there."

Brewyte blinks at Hibbits.

Khylynnia whispers to the group, "I was acclaimed as a "Dwarven Drinking Equivalent"."
Maylan whispers to the group, "Perhaps we could get the shadow drunk."

Khylynnia giggles.

Oubar says, "Maybe we're all seeing the same effect, but he's seeing it in a different form."

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "You are holding a meeting tomorrow?"

Maylan whispers to the group, "If only we had alcoholic tarts..."

Kittai whispers to the group, "Maybe that should be the new food."

Speaking to Faulkil, Oubar asks, "You haven't been reading the Crier, I take it?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Apologies if I missed your announcement. I get rather focused on my casting duties." <--- He's the group leader and mail caster of Service Night -- in addition to being the owner of the BIGGER note

Azerik whispers to the group, "An interested forsight. When that shadow changed. I saw a private project and something being overburdening."

Hibbits taps a bright pine donation box.

Hibbits exclaims, "Be sure to donate for improvements to Clovertooth Hall!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "Is there a goal?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Brewyte asks, "Perhas you are ignoring the obvious, because your in league with it, to entrap and oppress this town?"

Enestrie glances at Hibbits.
Maylan squints at Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "What sorta improvements?"
A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you.
The king penguin sits down.

Speaking softly to Maylan, Niadja says, "He's gonna make the lounge all cushy."

Speaking to Brewyte, Oubar says, "I think that might be a bit far. He's already gotten improvements underway for the general store and locksmith. That's pretty good, in my book."

Bilfords appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "I meant a goal amount to collect. Not a goal for the improvements... which I would also expect there to be."

Kerven says, "Improvements to the odds of winning with that blasted wheel, perhaps."
Oubar begins chuckling at Kerven!

Speaking to Kerven, Faulkil says, "The wheel is a lot of fun."
Faulkil adopts an agreeable expression.

Speaking to Kerven, Oubar says, "I think the whell is balanced just right."

Kerven shifts his weight.

Sothog whispers to the group, "I'm beginning to think Hibbits' earlier claim of there being sorcery afoot is not entirely off base."

Speaking to Oubar, Brewyte asks, "For securement of what? How can he be so blind to the obvios?"

Maylan whispers to the group, "Yes, perhaps HIS foot!"
Niadja whispers to the group, "Ah'm just worried the sorcery is his."
Oubar whispers to the group, "Agreed, actually. I wonder if it's a perception thing..."

Bilfords whispers to the group, "I think he knows a lot more than he's saying."

Azerik whispers to the group, "There is powerful magic about of course. The question is what is the purpose of it."

Maylan whispers to the group, "Naturally. He hasn't even noticed the orbs around town? Suspicious."

Joness whispers to the group, "Does it matter what the purpose of it is if we can use it?"

Oubar whispers to the group, "Clearly he does, but he's not going to talk about the orbs, it would appear. I'd rather keep him here and talking than drive him away."

Speaking to Faulkil, Hibbits says, "I'll have my attendants do some calculations."

As Faulkil beams at Niadja, his face breaks out into a goofy lovestruck grin.

Sothog whispers to the group, "Agreed. He knows at least some of what's going on."

Joness tilts his head back.
Faulkil helps himself to a frozen rum and honey tart.

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "How does Nihala fare? Is she feeling better?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "I know I will regret this..."

Faulkil offers Hibbits a frozen rum and honey tart.

Hibbits asks, "The merchants are paying for their own improvements. Who's going to pay for the town hall?"

Azerik whispers to the group, "Its purpose would determine its usefulness."

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar suggests, "Us?"

Hibbits says, "You're all quite lucky I'm able to step in after so many decades of experience."

Brewyte whispers to the group, "He knows alot of what is going on, or why would he try to make it seem we see what is not there?"

You whisper, "Mayhaps... or... mayhaps he not know what an orb is... I mean, he didn't want tarts last time after all.... now he seems to like tarts... next time we sees him, he might know about the orbs." to your group.

Sothog whispers to the group, "We could use a translator to decipher the rune on that cirlce in the center of town. That should tell us something.."
Sothog rummages around in his pockets.

Sothog says, "Certainly, I'll bite."
Sothog drops some silver into the box.

Sothog bows to Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "Pardon... but is there a target total in donations you are trying to achieve?"

Speaking to Faulkil, Hibbits says, "I already answered your question, sir."

You smile at Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "I completely missed it!"

Faulkil flails his arms about.

Azerik whispers to the group, "I don't know much about runes but if a have a burning desire or question I can usually find some insight. Of course there is always the libraries."

Speaking to Faulkil, Oubar exclaims, "The more we can donate, the better the citizen's lounge will be!"

Brewyte whispers to the group, "Point take, but then that suggests that he is being coaxed, or controled."
Oubar grins at Faulkil.

Hibbits chuckles.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Oh... calculations..."

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Please explain what this good fortune is... this luck."

Joness whispers to the group, "And if we can control the orbs, we can control a whole ARMY of ice elementals!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Please do share when you find out. People really like having a goal to strive for."

Faulkil nods at Hibbits.
Sothog whispers to the group, "I think there is a whip, of sorts, behind his actions."

Hibbits flails his arms about.

Azerik whispers to the group, "Yes I got a strange nagging when that shadow changed and my crystal indicted as much."

Hibbits taps a bright pine donation box.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Mister Mayor, how fares Nihala? Is she feeling any better?"

Hibbits exclaims, "I appreciate the house entertaining me! Great work, all!"

Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits says, "No change, sadly."

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "Thank you for dropping by! You're always welcome."

Hibbits says, "I must sneak out for now, but I'll see you all tomorrow night at my State of the Mule Speech."

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Perhaps we should hrm, bring her a basket of goodies? Make her feel better?"

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "You're quite welcomed."

Hibbits snickers.

Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits says, "Perhaps."

Hibbits shrugs.

Speaking to Hibbits, Azerik says, "I look forward to tomorrow evening."

Sothog leans leisurely on his mossbark runestaff, a thoughtful expression upon his face.

Hefty Hibbits just went out.

===== Sorcery Snow Talk 18th of Jastatos =====

Hefty Hibbits just arrived.

We were all in the middle of The BIGGER NOTE game led by Faulkil and White Haven when Hibbits arrived.

Niadja waves to Hibbits.
Hibbits looks around meticulously, scrutinizing each detail as an inspector would.
Faulkil turns to face Hibbits.
Niadja makes a complex gesture at Hibbits.
A light blue glow surrounds Hibbits. (and she continued to spell him up)

Nicolao glances to his left.
Nicolao glances to his right.
Nicolao's eyes cloud over with dark shadows as he prepares a spell...
Nicolao gestures.
Nicolao suddenly disappears.

Hibbits exclaims, "What's the meaning of this gathering?!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "You just stepped in so likely don't know what is happening... but you are welcome to take a guess!"

Faulkil points at Hibbits. (his turn to guess)
Faulkil grins.
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Guess the value of my note and it is yours."
Faulkil nods.

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We're trying to give away Faulkil's money."
You hear someone laughing softly nearby.
Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords exclaims, "It's Service Night!"

Frumpous smiles.
Oubar agrees with Bilfords.
You poke Hibbits in the ribs.
Pookia exclaims, "More like silence night!"
Pookia flails her arms about.
Oubar says, "That too."

Hibbits has 500 fame.

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "This is White Haven House, it's service night tonight! We're offerin' free services for anybody in need."
Niadja smiles.

Hibbits exclaims, "I don't need your money!"
Pookia exclaims, "Ohoho!"
Maylan wiggles her eyebrows.
You chuckle at Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Very well then."

A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you.

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Win it and gives it to me."

Brokkrsten unleashes a series of unintelligible grunts followed by a proud belch...

Faulkil points at Niadja. (Seeing that Hibbits won't play, Faulkil moves on)

The voice of Nicolao says, "That's alright, Faulkil clearly doesn't need it either."

Pookia beams happily at Brokkrsten!
Faulkil chuckles.

You chuckle.

Hibbits says, "Sounds like evil at play. A room of magicians, with all that has befallen lately..."
Oubar asks, "There's some saying about a fool and his money.... what is it...?"
Pookia asks, "Are nightmares part of the services?"
Pookia fidgets excitedly, rubbing her hands together.

Hibbits stomps around the courtyard, scanning each nook and cranny.

Maylan glances at Hibbits.
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "We're not all magicians..."
Brokkrsten squints at Hibbits.
Oubar agrees with you.

You take a deep breath, and look around with renewed vigor. It is good to be alive, and an adventurer in this land.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Some of us are hedgewizards."
Faulkil adopts an agreeable expression.
The voice of Nicolao soothingly assures, "I'm sure none of them are at all suspicious characters."

Faulkil ponders.
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "We have a strict no-evil policy here at White Haven."
Niadja nods.

Hibbits exclaims, "And all this snow!! Which of you has been conjuring that?!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We pride ourselves on avoiding problems, actually."
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "It IS winter."
Faulkil nods slowly.
Hibbits scoffs at Faulkil.
Frumpous smiles.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Have you ever been to this town before?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "Really!"

Speaking to Faulkil, Hibbits exclaims, "It's always winter!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "It snows all the time."
Maylan waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.
The voice of Nicolao says, "I believe you can blame 'the climate' and 'the weather' for this powdery white stuff."

Faulkil turns to face Oubar.
Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten says, "Been snowin' fer a while. Does that a lot here..."
You quietly whisper to Maylan, "He has 500 fame... likely new."

(OOC) Maylan's player whispers, "That's an NPC."
Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits asks, "I'm unofficial Deputy Mayor! Have YOU ever been here?"
Speaking to Brokkrsten, Faulkil says, "For years! On and off."
Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.
Brokkrsten nods in agreement at Faulkil.

[White Haven, Grand Courtyard]
A vast and peaceful courtyard surrounds the crystal tower, bordered by a stone wall. Delicate vines coated with a fine layer of ice cling to the wall, creating a frozen mosaic. Almost hidden by the vines, a staircase spirals upwards against the central tower, while a massive white modwir-framed entryway stands as the obvious entrance. An ice-covered pond dominates one corner of the courtyard. You also see a felt-covered card table, the rolton-shaped Maylan disk, the Rioja disk, the Medicius disk, the Kotin disk, the Bloodwhirl disk, the Richheal disk, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, the Pookia disk, the Frumpous disk, the Brokkrsten disk, the Niadja disk, the Oubar disk, the Bilfords disk, some calamia fruit, a lively aurora spirit that is flying around, a vine-carved cherrywood cart with some stuff on it, the doorman, a heavy slate blackboard, a mound of snow, a dark arch with a large sign above it and a white granite monument.
Also here: Maylan, Hefty Hibbits, Rioja, Medicius, Bloodwhirl who is sitting, Richheal, Pookia, Faulkil, Great Lord Frumpous, Lord Kethore, Brisbobar, Caligos Seaman Oubar, Bilfords, Maven Brokkrsten who is sitting, Sage Niadja
Obvious paths: out
Niadja says, "It's been doin' it more of late."
Niadja ponders.
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Did Nihala elect you?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, "Did Nihala appoint you?"

You chuckle at Hibbits.
The voice of Nicolao murmurs, "Unofficial, hmm."
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "How can you be unofficial Deputy Mayor without recognizing an officer of your finest local institution?"
Niadja laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Looking at Niadja, Brokkrsten holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

Hibbits says, "I am not permitted to discuss the mayor. You'll have to take those matters up with the Council. The situation is... rather confidential."

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "So you are concerned with this snow? It appears normal to me. Some yellow snow here and there, but that can't be helped. I had a lot to drink last night, afterall."
Niadja rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Hibbits snorts!
Faulkil grins at Maylan.
Snowflakes drift to the ground.
You agree with Maylan.
Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits exclaims, "Do I look like a bandit to you!"
Hibbits stamps his feet.
You glance at Hibbits.

You carefully examine Hibbits's physique and figure he weighs about 120 pounds.
Oubar is admiring Hibbits.

You see Hefty Hibbits.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is indescribably short and has stubby arms and legs. He appears to be in his second childhood. He has close-set grey eyes and alabaster skin. He has closely shaved, spiky peppered hair with long, dull red sideburns. He has an oval face, a broad nose and a short unkempt dull red beard. He has a pronounced pot belly.
He has a light sephwir pipe clenched between his teeth.
He is in good shape.
He is holding an opaline snowball pin in his right hand.
He is wearing a brushed blue felt hat, a pair of soft rabbit fur earmuffs, a fraying red and ivory cameline scarf, a crumb-covered beige canvas pack, several tight-fitting tunics of various furs and leathers, a coil of braided jute rope, a chipped dark iron bucket, some grey wool pants tearing at the seams, and a pair of thick blue fur boots attached to large snowshoes

Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits says, "I'm concerned with the sorcery that I feel brewing."

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "The bucket and the rope is sorta makin' me wonder."

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "There's no more sorcery here than usual, so far as I can tell."
Faulkil says, "Sorcery? It's SNOW."
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Have you attempted to locate the source of this....sorcery?"
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Bandits has sorcery... theys removing my magics."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Perhaps you're overreacting a bit?"

Medicius helps himself to a cheese-covered ball of popcorn.

Faulkil waves a hand at Hibbits, dismissing him indifferently.

Maylan adjusts the table, preparing it to become a case.

Maylan lifts a slender burled witchwood case capped with eahnor from the ground and collapses a set of narrow legs underneath it.
Maylan unfastens the strap on the side of a slender burled witchwood case capped with eahnor and slings it over her shoulder.

Niadja pours herself a winterberry red ale.
Niadja offers Hibbits a winterberry red ale.
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "Have some ale!"
Hibbits says, "You're not as in tune with the town as you think."

Hibbits groans.
Hibbits accepts Niadja's red ale.
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "BEST ALE in all Icemule."
Faulkil nods at Hibbits.
Hibbits sniffs at his red ale.
Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.
Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.

Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "If you're this put off by snow, perhaps it's you who's not as in tune as you think?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Excuse me sir, no one is more in tune with Icemule than White Haven."
Frumpous gasps.
Maylan snorts!

You scrape around and gather up a handful of snow.
You roll the handful of snow around in your hands until it is perfectly rounded.
You line up your shot and let the rounded snowball fly!
The rounded snowball hits Hibbits in the face! Nice shot!

Hibbits roars, "FINE! Don't head my warning!"
Maylan laughs at you!
Faulkil folds his arms over his chest.
Oubar snickers at you!
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Snow seems fine to me."

You hear someone chuckling.
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "What was the warnin' again?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Do you have any evidence of this sorcery?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "What warning? Scary snow is here?"
Hibbits exclaims, "But changes are afoot and I can feel them beneath these snowshoes... The ground cries out!"
Oubar waggles his fingers mystically at Faulkil. How nice.
Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten asks, "An.... what was that warnin?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Ah missed it with alla flailin' 'n talkin'."

A dusky snow-owl hops into the area, fluttering his wings as he settles down.
Maylan says, "Well he does have rather large feet. I imagine he feels quite a lot."
Bilfords bursts out in laughter, snorting dark red ale through his nose.
Niadja ponders.

Hibbits coaxes, "You citizens there, you'd better band together now. I can tell you that."
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Are you a shaman of the land?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "Icemule always does!"
Faulkil agrees with Hibbits.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Gladly. but against what and where?"
Hibbits asks, "Any citizens in this courtyard?"
Faulkil says, "It's one of the things I love about here."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "In point of fact... it's snow. It happens, especially at this time of year. You'll need something more concrete than that."
Bilfords says, "All Icemuyle citizens are banded together, it's how we survive."

Maylan exclaims, "Lemme at em lemme at em!"
Bilfords nods once at Hibbits.
Faulkil raises his hand.

Speaking heartily to Richheal, you say, "Make the gap tighter than Hibbet's toes."
The voice of Nicolao says, "Banding together is something that we do here. Rather well, I feel."
Niadja raises her hand.
Oubar raises his hand.
Frumpous hoots.
Pookia exclaims, "Thats how ya stay warm!"
Pookia nods once.
Maylan agrees with Pookia.

Maylan leans on Pookia, giving her a companionable grin.
Pookia snuggles Maylan, who responds by cradling an arm around her.
Brokkrsten grins at Pookia.

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Faulkil's a citizen too. But he's tryin' to give away money."
Oubar says, "I'm a proud citizen of Icemule... it's what drew me to Ice Haven in the first place."

Hibbits removes an opaline snowball pin from in his beige canvas pack.
Pookia exclaims, "See now im warm!"
You adopt an agreeable expression.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "There's always friendly citizens around here."
Faulkil grins at Hibbits.

Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, "What is it?"
(OOC) Bilfords's player whispers to the group, "Oh, he;s giving out citizen pins!"
Niadja grins.
You whisper, "Am I able to get those?" to your group.

Bilfords cocks his head at Hibbits.
Maylan sticks her tongue out and manages to catch a snowflake on its tip!
Oubar begins chortling at Maylan.
Maylan says, "This snow tastes normal to me."
Maylan shrugs at Hibbits.
Medicius nods in agreement at Maylan.
Hibbits offers Bilfords an opaline snowball pin.
Oubar nods approvingly at Hibbits.

Hibbits exclaims, "Who else is a citizen?!"
Kaladriel raises his hand.
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I am."
Hibbits exclaims, "Times like these call for us to band together!"
Niadja smiles.
Faulkil agrees with Oubar.
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "I'd like to be one."
Bloodwhirl says, "I bank here."
Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten says, "Most here are. I am."
Speaking to Oubar, Faulkil says, "He is."

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan exclaims, "Whoa! Watch where you're stamping! The whole ground shook!"
Bilfords rubs his snowball pin.
Hibbits offers Kaladriel an opaline snowball pin.
Kaladriel accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.

Hibbits says, "Let me find a list."
Hibbits says, "That will make this easier."
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "A list?"
Oubar nods in agreement at Hibbits.
Speaking to Faulkil, Niadja says, "Of citizens."
Rioja gulps.
Speaking to Faulkil, Niadja says, "He's handin' out pins so we can band together against the snow."
Speaking to Faulkil, Brokkrsten says, "A list."
Joness suddenly fades into view.
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil asks, "Are you registering wagglers to lock them up?"
Joness scrubs his hand through his raggedly cut jet black hair in frustration.
Joness put a lacquered scrollworked illthorn runestaff in his spidersilk cloak.
Speaking to Niadja, Oubar says, "I like our odds."
Joness's shiver is barely noticeable, as if the cold barely bothers him.
Niadja turns to Joness and cheers!
Joness exclaims, "Is snowins lots!"

The voice of Nicolao dryly says, "I'm sure that would go over well."
Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia asks, "What if i dont live here, but really really like snow?"
Oubar appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Kaladriel puts on an opaline snowball pin.
You turn to face Hibbits.
Kaladriel dusts off his snowball pin.
Brokkrsten snickers.
Maylan grins at Faulkil.
You smile at Hibbits.
Kaladriel rubs his snowball pin.

The green and gold energy fades from around Kaladriel.

Speaking to Hibbits, Rioja exclaims, "I likes the snow, and the people. We's a warm crowd here!"
Kaladriel exclaims, "Das ferm Hibbits!"
Hibbits exclaims, "If you're a citizen, join the list! Band together!"
Oubar adds his name to the frost-covered list.
Joness glances at Hibbits, teeth chattering and rubbing his hands together for warmth.
Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia asks, "What do you think is wrong with the snow?"
Speaking to Pookia, Niadja says, "He's not real specific."
Brokkrsten adds his name to the frost-covered list.

Joness says, "We's citizens."
Speaking to Pookia, Hibbits exclaims, "I do know there's something wrong with the mayor--- erp, I've said too much!"
Joness says, "Buts mostlies we's drinks a lots and sits in town centers."

Maylan gawks at Hibbits.
Pookia ponders.
Niadja glances at Hibbits.
Oubar raises an eyebrow in Hibbits's direction.
Joness exclaims, "Evils trolls JUST OUTSIDES the gates!"
Joness cackles!

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "What's wrong with Nihala?!"
The voice of Nicolao asks, "What, was she kidnapped again?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "I haven't seen the mayor in ages and ages."

Hibbits asks, "Can citizens who want a pin join the list?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia says, "Does it LOOk wrong? or smell wrong? or what."
Faulkil adds his name to the frost-covered list.
Brokkrsten nods at Hibbits.
Pookia fidgets.
Joness chuckles.
Speaking to Faulkil, Hibbits whispers aloud, "There's a reason for that..."
You add your name to the frost-covered list.
Rioja adds her name to the frost-covered list.
Joness adds his name to the frost-covered list.
>read list

The frost-covered list contains the following names:

(1) Oubar
(2) Brokkrsten
(3) Faulkil
(4) Kotin
(5) Rioja
(6) Joness
(7) Kaladriel
(8) Enestrie
(9) Joskin
(10) Retaxis

The frost-covered list is open with room for 30 signups.
Leaving the game for more than a few minutes is NOT allowed.
Leaving the room is allowed. You MUST be back by your turn.
You may only be on ONE list at a time. Joining another will remove you from the first.

Hibbits offers you an opaline snowball pin. Type ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

>read my pin
In the Common language, it reads:
Kotin, Citizen of Icemule Trace

>tap my pin
As you are not a citizen of the lovely Icemule Trace, you won't be needing this pin. It crumbles to dust at your touch.

Hibbits screams, "NO MORE QUESTIONS!"
Bilfords affectionately rubs the snow-owl.
Kaladriel adds his name to the frost-covered list.
Snowflakes drift silently to the ground.
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Are you sure?"
Bilfords begins chuckling at Hibbits!
Niadja stares at Hibbits.
Medicius mutters under his breath.
The voice of Nicolao says, "I saw her a year and a half ago, after she escaped what's his name. The fellow who was trying to take over the town. She seemed... fine then. Angry, though."
Oubar says, "You would be too."
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, "We love our mayor 'n we're worried sick about her! You can't pretend ya know where she is and what's wron' with her and then not give details!"

The voice of Nicolao says, "Well, yes."
Niadja flails her arms about.
Faulkil says, "Sort of an uppity fellow."
Oubar appears to be trying hard not to grin.

[White Haven, Grand Courtyard]
A vast and peaceful courtyard surrounds the crystal tower, bordered by a stone wall. Delicate vines coated with a fine layer of ice cling to the wall, creating a frozen mosaic. Almost hidden by the vines, a staircase spirals upwards against the central tower, while a massive white modwir-framed entryway stands as the obvious entrance. An ice-covered pond dominates one corner of the courtyard. You also see a frost-covered list, a dusky snow-owl, the rolton-shaped Maylan disk, the Rioja disk, the Medicius disk, the Kotin disk, the Bloodwhirl disk, the Richheal disk, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, a thick disk of golden dwarf bread, the Pookia disk, the Brokkrsten disk, the Niadja disk, the Oubar disk, the Bilfords disk, some calamia fruit, a lively aurora spirit that is flying around, a vine-carved cherrywood cart with some stuff on it, the doorman, a heavy slate blackboard, a mound of snow, a dark arch with a large sign above it and a white granite monument.
Also here: Joness who is sitting, Arena Combatant Kaladriel who is sitting, Maylan, Hefty Hibbits, Rioja, Bloodwhirl who is sitting, Richheal, Pookia, Faulkil, Brisbobar, Caligos Seaman Oubar, Bilfords, Maven Brokkrsten who is sitting, Sage Niadja
Obvious paths: out

Niadja says, "Here. This'll help."
Niadja helps herself to a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.
A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you.
You turn over your field notebook.
Faulkil sits down.
Niadja offers Hibbits a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.

Oubar gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Kumys tarts ... mmmm ...."
Rioja removes a fluffy zombie penguin-shaped marshmallow from in her blue cloak.
Oubar says, "Love this time of year."

Hibbits offers Oubar an opaline snowball pin.
Rioja grins at you.
Oubar accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Hibbits exclaims, "Ooh, a tart!"
Rioja shows you a fluffy zombie penguin-shaped marshmallow, which she is holding in her right hand. You see nothing unusual.
Hibbits accepts Niadja's snowberry tart.
Oubar bows to Hibbits.

Hibbits sniffs at his snowberry tart.
Hibbits carefully places a kumys-glazed snowberry tart on the ground.

Lord Divn just arrived.
Oubar puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Faulkil turns to Rioja and cheers!
Rioja nods to Divn in greeting.
Joness glances at a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.
Oubar rubs his snowball pin.
Divn nods to Rioja in greeting.
Hibbits stomps on the tart until it is nothing but a stain in the snow.

Joness gasps.
Pookia's jaw drops.
Joness squeaks oddly.
Oubar blinks.
Niadja's jaw drops.
(Pookia tries to put the tart back together.)
Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, "Now you're going to tell us your a halfong that doesn't like tarts?"
Pookia weeps softly, shedding solemn tears of mourning.

A royal penguin waddles in.

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "I take it you're not a fan?"
Faulkil grins at Pookia.
Brokkrsten blinks.
Executrix Dirvy just arrived.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.
Faulkil shifts his weight.
Faulkil leans against a frost-covered list.
Kaladriel grins stupidly.

Dirvy pinches Brokkrsten!
Hibbits says, "Hush, I'm concentrating."
Speaking to Bilfords, Niadja says, "There's sommat wron' with him ..."
Brokkrsten asks, "Izzat allowed?"

Brokkrsten turns to Dirvy and cheers!
Joness glances at his tart satchel.

Niadja says, "Mebbe he's gonna try 'n read the crumbs."
Niadja shrugs.
Rioja grins.
Brokkrsten hugs Dirvy, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
Joness begins chuckling at Niadja!

Faulkil says, "Whereami."
You chuckle.
Bilfords says, "If you don't like tartts and snow, maybe gir River;s Rest a go."
Joness just opened a jam-spattered tart satchel.
Joness rummages through a jam-spattered tart satchel, pausing once in a while and then quickly resuming the search.
Faulkil says, "Too much ale."
Joness blinks.
Bilfords babbles something unintelligible.
Joness exclaims, "Outta tarts!"

Hibbits offers Brokkrsten an opaline snowball pin.
Brokkrsten accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.

The voice of Nicolao whispers aloud, "You're at White Haven. Don't go toward the light, Faulkil."
Niadja giggles.
Faulkil adopts an agreeable expression.
Faulkil says, "Indeed."
Faulkil removes a winterberry red ale from in his voluminous haversack.
Faulkil takes a drink from his red ale.
Divn deeply says, "Oh i also heard about citizen pins."

Kaladriel says, "Oh da list is fer pins uh'm naw dah smart."
(OOC) Bilfords's player whispers to the group, "In the Common Language it reads: Bilfords, Citizen of Icemule Trace."
Bilfords beams!
Kaladriel glances at his snowball pin.
Faulkil agrees with Bilfords.
Hibbits offers Faulkil an opaline snowball pin.

Hibbits breaks out in a sweat.
Oubar recites:

"Hibbits has hinted at ominous news, and is calling for citizens of the town to band together. Join the list if you're a citizen wanting to help"

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "What did you say your title was again? Deputy snow taster?"
Enestrie adds her name to the frost-covered list.
Joskin adds his name to the frost-covered list.

Joskin giggles.

Hibbits glares at Maylan.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Pookia disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.
Hibbits exclaims, "Believe me or not... something is AFOOT!"

Speaking to Maylan, Bilfords says, "Master Tart Stomper."
Joness wiggles his toes at Hibbits in a fanciful display of his well-groomed feet.
The voice of Nicolao helpfully adds, "That's -unofficial- deputy something or other."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Which one?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia says, "A foot just murdered that poor tart."
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "It's UNDER yer foot. It's a tart. Or was."
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Look mister, I'm still trying to figure out who you are. I didn't say anything about not believing you."
Brokkrsten puts on an opaline snowball pin.

Faulkil says, "We can all have unofficial titles."
Richheal says, "If I'm able to assist, I would like to assist if I'm able."
Faulkil exclaims, "I am unoifficial tart taster. HAND EM OVER!"

Hibbits exclaims, "I'm the Unofficial Deputy Mayor and you can address your concerns with me later!"
Speaking to Faulkil, Oubar says, "That's brilliant."
Hibbits offers Faulkil an opaline snowball pin.
Faulkil blinks.
Faulkil accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Niadja ponders.
You hear someone chuckling.
Faulkil lets out a cheer!
Pookia asks, "Whats wrong with the real mayor?"

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "THank you!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "How do we get hold of ya ... later?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "I've seen many strange things in my day and perhaps I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you need to tell us what you know."
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "I was daydreaming about my unofficial job."
Faulkil nods.
The voice of Nicolao brightly asks, "This one is fun. Can we keep him? Unofficially?"
Hibbits offers you an opaline snowball pin. Type ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Hibbits's offer and are now holding an opaline snowball pin.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "We can't help you if you aren't forthcoming with information."
Hibbits asks, "What is wrong with her indeed?"
Oubar snickers.
Niadja giggles.
You look at an opaline snowball pin and cheer!
Enestrie glances at Hibbits.
Speaking to Enestrie, Bilfords says, "Join the LIST."

You analyze your snowball pin and sense that there is no recorded information on that item. It may or may not be able to be worked on by a merchant alterer.

You get no sense of whether or not the pin may be further lightened.

Pookia peers quizzically at Hibbits.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Pookia disk.

Joness softly exclaims, "Cans anyones helps? I's bleedins to death!"
Hibbits says, "She hasn't been seen in years upon years."
Dirvy softly says, "I need a resident pin, but not a citizen pin."
Dirvy starts chortling.
Enestrie softly says, "I did."
Joness admits, "Okays nots reallies."
Hibbits shrugs.
Joness whistles tunelessly to himself.

Faulkil leans against a frost-covered list.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Pookia disk.

You carefully inspect your snowball pin.

You determine that you could wear the pin anywhere on your body.

It looks like this item has been mainly crafted out of gemstone.

Brokkrsten begins a careful examination of Joness -- he takes his pulse, checks his temperature, and checks for broken bones or any other ailments.

The voice of Nicolao says, "A year and a half is not years upon years."

You bow to Hibbits.

Pookia gives her disk a flip that sends it spinning end over end, dumping everything inside onto the ground by her side.
Pookia giggles.
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Thank you kindly."

Joskin exclaims, "I want a pin!"
Hibbits says, "I'm here doing her business, that's all you need to know for now."
Speaking heartily to Joskin, you say, "Join the list."
Joskin flails his arms about.

Maylan meditates over Joness.
Maylan takes Joness's left leg damage.
Joness gazes lovingly at a kumys-glazed snowberry tart in his hand.
Retaxis rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Maylan meditates over Joness.
Maylan takes Joness's back damage.

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "So ... she sent ya."
Speaking to Brokkrsten, Hibbits exclaims, "Whitehaven is a nosy group!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar repeats, "For now."
Maylan meditates over Joness.
Nothing happens.
Retaxis adds his name to the frost-covered list.
Rioja grins at Hibbits.
Bilfords laughs at Hibbits!
Joness takes a bite of his snowberry tart.

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "I think you mean we are a LIVELY group."
Pookia exclaims, "Its not nosy if you come in here out of nowhere talkin about bad omens!"
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We're invested in this town."

The royal penguin waves her stubby wings about.

You put on an opaline snowball pin.
Pookia nods at Hibbits.

Bilfords says, "Noisy yes..."
Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten exclaims, "Ayup. We are a loud bunch. But we're friendly, ta be sure!"

Hibbits exclaims, "I am too! Why do you think I'm here!"
Bilfords nods at Hibbits.
Speaking to Maylan, Faulkil says, "Except when you are passed out."
Maylan laughs!
Joness joins Faulkil's group.
Maylan thumps her mop-fringed pegleg on the ground in three rapid successions.

Hibbits rages in frustration, seething.
Joness takes a bite of his snowberry tart.

The voice of Nicolao says, "Fun, games, like the rest of us. Usually."
Joness takes a bite of his snowberry tart.
Joness gazes lovingly at a kumys-glazed snowberry tart in his hand.

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Ah get that you're tryin' to warn us, 'n we appreciate that. But yer not bein' specific-like."
Joness takes a bite of his snowberry tart.
Hibbits offers Rioja an opaline snowball pin.

Joness helps himself to a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Without more information, none of us are really sure. You call for us to band together, and we're more than willing, but against WHAT?"

Bilfords says, "Ok, I gotta run."

Speaking to his snowberry tart, Joness exclaims, "Annnd onnees for the roads!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "You say the snow is....strange. Do you have any thoughts as to the source of the strangeness?"

Bilfords exclaims, "Eveyon be safe out there!"

Rioja accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Joness put a kumys-glazed snowberry tart in his tart satchel.
Rioja raises her snowball pin skyward!
Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie asks, "Can you give us some details?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords exclaims, "Thanks!"

Niadja begins chuckling at Joness!

Rioja exclaims, "Yay!"
You turn to Rioja and cheer!

Maylan exclaims, "Details, man!"
Maylan tries to pull Hibbits towards her.

Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan exclaims, "We want details!"
Hibbits offers Joness an opaline snowball pin.

Joness beams happily at Hibbits!
Joness accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Joness exclaims, "Thanks you's!"
Joness puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Joness taps his snowball pin, and a sprinkling of glittering diamond dust gently floats to the ground.

Speaking to Maylan, Oubar suggests, "And maybe a replacement tart?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Rioja exclaims, "Thank you!"
Speaking heartily to Maylan, you say, "Wees figure the details laters... like what I do when I fights."

Maylan exclaims, "And TARTS!"
Maylan reaches for the dusky snow-owl, but can't seem to grab ahold!
Rioja says, "This means a lot."
Kaladriel snickers at Maylan.
Joskin applauds.

Rioja puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Maylan scrapes around and gathers up a handful of snow.
Kaladriel says, "Even da berd likes duh tarts."

You heartily ask, "Is the libririan still around?"
Maylan rolls a handful of snow around in her hands until it is perfectly rounded.
Joness says, "Needs tarts and snowcones for dinners."
Joness nods enthusiastically!
You heartily say, "I'm taking notes."
You tap a viridian leather field notebook wrapped in troll skin, which is in your right hand.

Brokkrsten reaches for the dusky snow-owl, but can't seem to grab ahold!
Hibbits offers Enestrie an opaline snowball pin.
Kaladriel reaches for the dusky snow-owl, but can't seem to grab ahold!
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Perhaps you could tell us what is wrong with the snow if you taste it."
Enestrie accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.

In the Common language, (the pin) reads:
Kotin, Citizen of Icemule Trace
Kaladriel grunts at the snow-owl, obviously terrified!
Enestrie hugs Hibbits.
Oubar appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Faulkil reaches for the dusky snow-owl, but can't seem to grab ahold!

As you are not a citizen of the lovely Icemule Trace, you won't be needing this pin. It crumbles to dust at your touch.

Pookia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Hibbits rolls his eyes.
Kaladriel gives the dusky snow-owl a little tap between the shoulder blades. The snow-owl turns his gaze toward Kaladriel.
Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie says, "Thank you."

Maylan smooths her rounded snowball to even further perfection.
Kaladriel taps his dusky snow-owl charm, causing it to cock its head inquisitively to one side.
Joskin gasps.

Maylan winds up and hurls a perfectly rounded snowball toward Hibbits. At the last moment Hibbits tries to dodge the rounded snowball but ends up sticking his face right in its path. That had to hurt!

Enestrie puts on an opaline snowball pin.

Faulkil rubs an opaline snowball pin in his hand.
You blink.
Dirvy nods at Brokkrsten.
Joskin asks, "What happened?!?"
Hibbits says, "If you think the taste is the problem, you need to look deeper."

You turn to face Hibbits.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Tell me where to look."
Maylan cocks her head at Hibbits.

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "My pin crumbles to dust."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "It's frozen water... How much deeper can we look?"
Brokkrsten scrapes around and gathers up a handful of snow.
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "These are pretty neat!"
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "When I tapped it."
Enestrie gazes up into the heavens.
You ponder.
Marcise adds his name to the frost-covered list.
Maylan smiles at Kaladriel.

Faulkil shows Niadja his snowball pin.
Hibbits offers Joskin an opaline snowball pin.
Faulkil puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Joskin accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Niadja beams!
Joskin beams happily at Hibbits!
Joskin hugs Hibbits.

Speaking to Faulkil, Niadja says, "Aren't they wunnerful? Ah lurv mine."
Speaking to Hibbits, Joskin exclaims, "Thanks!"
Brokkrsten rolls a handful of snow around in his hands until it is perfectly rounded.
Faulkil taps his snowball pin, and a sprinkling of glittering diamond dust gently floats to the ground.
Brokkrsten smooths his rounded snowball to even further perfection.
Kaladriel feeds a dusky snow-owl a bite of his snowberry tart.

Hibbits whispers, "You're not a citizen here."

Faulkil beams!
Joskin puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Joskin rubs his snowball pin.

Hibbits whispers, "Citizens only!"
You frown.

The dusky snow-owl flutters up and playfully snaps his beak at Joskin, and he gently but forcefully eases the snow-owl aside.

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "Aight. So we're bandin' together against sommat we aren't sure what inna snow."
(Everyone joins Faulkil's group)

Faulkil asks, "Ooo. Am I supposed to be doing something?"
Joskin recites:

"Adventure!"

Hibbits says, "I'll tell you more as soon as I can."
You nod at Faulkil.
Kaladriel chuckles.
Joskin giggles.

Glimmear takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.

Niadja nods slowly.
Marcise asks, "I thought it was pins?"
Hibbits exclaims, "RIght now it's dangerous to assume... that's why I look for evidence!"

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, "We'll make sure the word gets spread."
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "Of WHAT?"
Enestrie glances at Hibbits.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, "Well I am curious as to what you will present to us."

Speaking to a dusky snow-owl, Kaladriel says, "Uh-kay berd stop eatin uhs oudda house n home."
eYou whistle tunelessly to yourself, remembering days past.
A dusky snow-owl takes a bite of a thick disk of golden dwarf bread.
Kaladriel flails his arms about.

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "We'd be happy to help search, if we knew what to look for."
Hibbits offers Retaxis an opaline snowball pin.
Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Please do! These unsupported attacks on snow aren't very helfpul."
Maylan nods at Oubar.
Brokkrsten taps his snowball pin, and a sprinkling of glittering diamond dust gently floats to the ground.

Marcise joins Hibbits's group.
Retaxis accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Retaxis issues a quick, appreciative bark to Hibbits.
Brokkrsten rubs his snowball pin.

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Our snow appears to work just fine."

Faulkil agrees with you.
Joskin agrees with you.
Richheal scrapes around and gathers up a handful of snow.
Hibbits offers Marcise an opaline snowball pin.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, "Sure you don't want to taste it one more time?"
Speaking to Hibbits, Retaxis asks, "This pin will allow me to help investigate the strange snow?"

Marcise beams!
Richheal taps a handful of snow, which is in his right hand.
Marcise accepts Hibbits's snowball pin.
Richheal licks a handful of snow.
Marcise exclaims, "Thank you!"
Richheal eats his handful of snow.
The royal penguin watches Richheal intently.

Marcise puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Retaxis puts on an opaline snowball pin.
Hibbits asks, "Any other citizens need their pin?"
Retaxis says, "I look official now."
Hibbits says, "Join together, filthy tart lovers..."

Marcise grins.
Retaxis rubs his snowball pin.
Marcise struts about.
Maylan grins.
Divn raises his hand.
Joskin joins Hibbits's group.
Oubar blinks at Hibbits.
Joskin giggles at Hibbits.
Retaxis taps his snowball pin, and a sprinkling of glittering diamond dust gently floats to the ground.

Glimmear joins Hibbits's group.
Enestrie whispers to the group, "So far we don't have enough information, you are fine."
Marcise taps his snowball pin, and a sprinkling of glittering diamond dust gently floats to the ground.
Faulkil glances at a frost-covered list.
Hibbits flutters his eyelashes at Joskin.

You leave Faulkil's group.
You join Hibbits.
Niadja ponders.
Kaladriel nods.
Retaxis joins Hibbits's group.
Hibbits flutters his eyelashes at Glimmear.
Speaking slowly to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I like whiskey..."
Speaking deeply to Hibbits, Divn says, "I was asking about that."
Richheal joins Hibbits's group.
Rioja joins Hibbits's group.
Enestrie joins Hibbits's group.

Faulkil exclaims, "There are a LOT of citizens here!"
Hibbits disbands his group.

Enestrie stands up.

You laugh out loud!
Hibbits says, "That's not quite what I meant."

Rioja grins.
Everyone rejoins Faulkil's group.

You burst into a fit of insane laughter!

Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Ya don't like tarts? What kinda Halflin' are ya?"

Retaxis holds himself in dignified silence, bristling with pride.
Faulkil's jaw drops.

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "Wees already joined befores."

You glance at Hibbits.
Faulkil nods at Niadja.

Hibbits whispers, "You can't get a pin here friend... You have to be a citizen of this town."

Speaking heartily to Hibbits, you say, "You talks of bad snow and joining..."

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "What do you need us to do, precisely? Just be ready, or is there something we can do to help?"
Hibbits exclaims, "At this point, be ready for anything!"
Speaking to Oubar, Niadja says, "We needa spread the word."
Oubar nods slowly.
Faulkil chuckles.

Hibbits suddenly looks nervous and distracted.
Oubar agrees with Niadja.
Niadja tucks her hand into the crook of Faulkil's arm as she moves next to him.
Speaking to Niadja, Oubar says, "I can do that."

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil exclaims, "I am ready for... MORE SNOW!"
Niadja beams happily at Oubar!
Faulkil lets out a cheer!
Speaking curiously to Hibbits, Maylan says, "As you say."
Maylan shrugs her shoulders, lifting her wings slightly.
Rioja turns to Faulkil and cheers!

Hibbits says, "I need to get back before---"
Rioja agrees with Faulkil.
Joskin giggles at Faulkil.

Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten asks, "Before?"
Maylan raises an eyebrow in Hibbits's direction.
Niadja peers quizzically at Hibbits.
Oubar squints at Hibbits.
Speaking curiously to Hibbits, Niadja asks, "Afore what?"
Enestrie turns an inquisitive ear toward Hibbits.
Pookia gazes up into the sky.

Speaking to Hibbits, Faulkil says, "Thank you for visiting! And for sharing your warnings... I think."
Hibbits appears to be frozen in concentration.

Rioja turns toward Hibbits and renders a sharp salute with her penguin-shaped marshmallow.
Joness exclaims, "Thanks for you's pins!"
Joness whistles at Hibbits!
You grin at Hibbits.
Faulkil nods.
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, "When can we look for you to check in again, and let us know how we can help?"
Maylan turns toward Faulkil and renders a sharp hand salute.
Retaxis nods in agreement.
Faulkil turns to Hibbits and cheers!

Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, "I want to get the word out, so we can get as many as possible."
Maylan laughs!

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

You nod at Hibbits.
Hibbits says, "I've waited too late..."
Joness cackles!
Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia asks, "Is there anything non citzens can do to help?"
Hibbits says, "I should have been back before now."
Hibbits asks, "Can't you feel that sorcery in the air?!?!?"

Snowflakes drift silently to the ground.
Brokkrsten squints.

An obese drunken chinchilla scurries into the room.

Hibbits screams!
Retaxis sniffs.
Hibbits is suddenly sucked into a void that rips open above him! With a loud pop, he is gone!

Niadja ponders.
Retaxis sniffs.
Retaxis shakes his head.
Oubar blinks.
Maylan blinks.
Niadja blinks.
Pookia exclaims, "Well!"
Maylan says, "Well then."

Oubar says, "That...."
Enestrie gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Faulkil works his fingers under his floppy purple hat and scratches his head.
Joskin ponders.
Niadja says, "Woah ..."

Maylan warily picks up the drunken chinchilla by the scruff of its neck, the creature squirming angrily.

Oubar says, "Didn't look good."

Maylan carefully places an obese drunken chinchilla on her shoulder.

Rioja says, "Dramatic exit, that."

(OOC) Joness's player whispers to the group, "I feel that you all should know that i am under 4k to level and you should feed me scary monsters."

Faulkil says, "I don't think he likes snow very much."

* Dreaven joins the adventure.

Joskin exclaims, "He was right! Something's wrong!"
Niadja exclaims, "First the pond ... THEN the snow!"
Faulkil grins at Joness.
Rioja grins at Joness.
Joness nods enthusiastically!

Enestrie softly asks, "Okay, can someone tell me everything he said?"
Maylan says, "He is surely living in the wrong town, in that case."
Enestrie softly says, "I missed most of it I think."
Faulkil chuckles.

Speaking to Enestrie, Niadja says, "He said nothin', really."

Brokkrsten winds up and hurls a perfectly rounded snowball toward Joness. At the last moment Joness tries to dodge the rounded snowball but ends up sticking his face right in its path. That had to hurt!
Niadja giggles.

Speaking to Enestrie, Joskin says, "He said something was wrong."
Speaking to Enestrie, Maylan says, "Just that there is something wrong with our mayor, and that the snow is...unusual."
Enestrie nods at Niadja.
Oubar slowly empties his lungs.

Speaking to Niadja, Rioja asks, "The skating pond?"

Speaking heartily to Enestrie, you say, "Snow is melting due to sorcery."
Pookia says, "He just said the snow is terrible, and its not just the taste, AND that he hates tarts."
Enestrie gazes up into the heavens.
Enestrie sighs.

Richheal says, "Um, Hibbits just vanished...."

The royal penguin squawks.
Speaking to Enestrie, Niadja says, "He said there was sommat wron' with the snow. There's some kinda sorcery afoot 'n we should be ready."
Dirvy suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing her features as she listens intently.
Oubar agrees with Richheal.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Brokkrsten disk.

Speaking confusedly to Enestrie, Joness says, "He says is snowings and scaries, but snowcones is delicious and he doesnt likes tarts."
Joskin exclaims, "Someone find him!"
Joskin searches around for a moment.
Retaxis says, "An he is deputy mayor now."
Speaking heartily to Enestrie, you say, "Join group.. just not his group."

Enestrie softly says, "Thank you everyone."
Enestrie nods to you.
Speaking to Pookia, Faulkil says, "I caught the tarts part. REally odd."
Enestrie nods at Retaxis.

Pookia says, "Oh yeah and hes unofficial deputy mayor, and we need to join together."
Speaking to Richheal, Rioja says, "Aye, and in dramatic fashion."
Enestrie nods at Joness.
You smile at Enestrie.

Joness helps himself to a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.
Pookia exclaims, "Er, citizens do!"
Enestrie nods at Pookia.

Speaking to Joness, Brokkrsten asks, "What kinda halflin' dinnae like tarts?"
Joness takes a bite of his snowberry tart.
Speaking to Retaxis, Faulkil says, "Unofficial deupty mayor."
Niadja agrees with Pookia.
Joness acts puzzled.

> * Hobbitz joins the adventure. <--- Coincidence? You decide.

Speaking to Brokkrsten, Niadja exclaims, "Exactly!"
Joskin gasps.

Joness adds, "Maybe he's ACTUALLIES a dark elf!"
Speaking to Joness, Joskin asks, "Do you think?!?"
Pookia says, "And when i asked whats wrong with the mayor he said what isnt wrong with the mayor."

Joness gasps.

Speaking to Joness, Faulkil asks, "What's wrong with that?"
Faulkil grins at Joness.

Speaking to Faulkil, Joness exclaims, "Jus sayins they doesnt loves tarts like truefolks!"
Joness cackles at Faulkil!

Joskin asks, "Are we in danger here?"
Joness nods at Joskin.
Joskin gasps in terrified panic, trembling and flailing his arms about!
Speaking to Joskin, Joness exclaims, "If I casts meteor storm!"
Joness beams!

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

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