Snakebite
Restday, day 7 of the month Olaesta in the year 5102

***TECHNICAL NOTE***
This log is from Atoyoz's player, and, therefore, the "you" references in this log refer to said character, not Iscikella.
***END NOTE***

[Spotted Owl Table]
The tabletop is painted white, and dotted with large, brown circles. As you aimlessly study the patterns, you see the forms of cats, cows, and owls in the blurry spots. It is probably just a trick of the light. You also see an enruned tanik trunk and a simple maoral strongbox.
Also in the room: Turinrond
Obvious exits: out.

Dark oily soot begins to rise up from the table's surface.

You hear the voice of Palence say, "eh"

You blink.

Turinrond stares at a table.

You glance at a table.

Turinrond asks, "is that you, Palence?"

You hear the voice of Palence say, "Nope"

You fidget.

The table is soon covered in a blanket of thick black oil, odd shapes writhing within.

You hear the voice of Palence say, "I don't do oily soot tricks"

Turinrond says, "Oh good grief"

You take a few steps back.

Turinrond scoots his chair back and stands up.

Turinrond squints at a table.

Turinrond says, "black oil"

You ask, "What is it?"

The substance begins to bubble, as if boiling.

You hear a scraping noise as a chair slides away from the table, though you can't see why.

You hear the voice of Palence say, "sheesh"

You say, "Looks like something is in it."

Turinrond says, "Can't see anything"

Turinrond shifts his weight.

Turinrond fidgets.

Turinrond squints at a table.

You lift one end of the table, causing everything upon it to slide precariously to the other side!

You stare at a table.

Bits of oil begin to splatter, narrowly missing you.

Turinrond stands in front of you.

You duck your head.

Turinrond blinks.

Turinrond says, "Why is the table boiling"

You ask, "Did it get you?"

Turinrond says, "no"

You cock your head at Turinrond.

Turinrond asks, "you?"

You shake your head.

You say, "Almost did though."

Turinrond shifts his weight.

You cower away from a table.

Turinrond glances at you.

Turinrond is admiring you.

A large serpent begins to form within the liquid, its body coiling and uncoiling.

You gasp.

Turinrond blinks.

Turinrond stands in front of you.

You ask, "Do you see the snake?"

Turinrond asks, "What business, snake?"

Turinrond squints at a table.

You say, "I guess it can't talk."

Turinrond says, "well.."

The serpent strikes out at Turinrond.

Turinrond flails his arms about.

Turinrond ducks his head.

You blink.

Turinrond exclaims, "bah!"

You ask, "Did it get you?"

Turinrond exclaims, "it bit me!"

You try to pull Turinrond towards you.

Turinrond snarls menacingly!

Turinrond removes a deeply curved elven-crafted waraxe from in his lizard skin harness.
Turinrond removes an enruned veniom-banded shield from in his lizard skin harness.

Turinrond says, "blast"

You ask, "Are you okay?"

With a practiced eye, you glance over Turinrond:
Turinrond is injured.

Turinrond says, "so far.."

You see Lord Turinrond Coyoterre the Dark Elf.
He appears to be in his 60's, has long, straight silver hair, violet eyes, and dark skin.
He has a primitive circle tattoo on his ankle, a twining ivy tattoo on his ankle, a stalking coyote tattoo on his leg, a map of Elanthia tattoo on his forearm, and a snarling coyote tattoo on his neck.
He has minor bruises on his neck.
Turinrond fidgets.

Turinrond gestures and utters a phrase of magic.
Turinrond gestures.
There is a dim flash around Turinrond.
Turinrond's body seems to glow with an internal strength.

The serpent slides back into the oil.

Turinrond gestures and utters a phrase of magic.
Turinrond gestures.
There is a dim flash around Turinrond.
Turinrond's veins stand out briefly.

Palence suddenly fades into view.

Turinrond blinks.

You squint at a table.

Palence grunts.

Palence glances at Turinrond.

The substance drips off the table, and sinks into cracks in the floor, leaving only an unpleasant odor.

Palence says, "That is not good, elf."

You blink.

Turinrond groans.

You glance at Turinrond.

Turinrond leans on his waraxe.

You try to pull Turinrond towards you.

Turinrond glances at a table.

You ask, "Are you okay?"

Turinrond smirks.

Turinrond says, "message from the town elder, perhaps"

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.



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