Everything around you seems to be warped and twisted. Pillars, consisting
of quivering rock and slime, seem to be filled with unholy life. Bodies of
trapped souls are melted into the hellish ground, their faces open-mouthed
and screaming in silent agony. The sky is enlightened by a sickening green
light and the constant smell of sulphur fills the nearly nauxious air.
There are three obvious exits: slash, southeast, west.
Jezz is resting here, Phelan, a horned gray-furred female faun (shackled
with a glowing, green chain) and a merry gray-furred female faun (shackled
with a glowing, green chain).

The faun is a goat-like creature, looking like human from the waist up and
like a goat below, possessing two hooves. The fur below the waist is a gray
colour. In addition, two curly horns emerge from the forehead of this
creature.
She has blue eyes.
She has long blond hair.
She looks beautiful.
She is in a very bad shape.
She is extremely alert.
She is helpless.

The faun is a goat-like creature, looking like human from the waist up and
like a goat below, possessing two hooves. The fur below the waist is a gray
colour. In addition, two curly horns emerge from the forehead of this
creature.
She has blue eyes.
She has normal long gray hair.
She looks attractive.
She is in a very bad shape.
She is extremely alert.
She is helpless.

You bandage the worst wounds of the merry gray-furred female faun's body.

You bandage the worst wounds of the horned gray-furred female faun's body.

Jezz looks at you.

Phelan looks at the naginata.

Jezz tells you in Common: That's mean.

You ask in Common: Hmm? I dont want them to die due to coldness!

Jezz asks you in Common: giving them false hopes?

You grin at Jezz.

You tell Jezz in Common: Always.

Jezz whispers sexily in Common: stop singsing, we need your brain in perfect shape

You stop singing 'Four seasons'.

You emote: Aragog mutters something under her breath.

You chant coldly in Common: Whatever you mean with perfect shape.

You emote: Aragog lets her eyes look crossover.

Jezz chuckles.

Jezz whispers sexily in Common: book worms have big brains

You bow deeply to Jezz.

You chant coldly in Common: Thank you for the compliment

Jezz whispers sexily in Common: although brains aren't too... filling

Phelan tells you in Common: I have been training swimming and diving.

Jezz looks at Phelan.

Jezz asks you in Common: already taming your pet?

You tell Phelan in Common: Very good, really.

You smile charmingly at Jezz.

You tell Jezz in Common: I need something to do when you're not around, Claw.

Jezz tells Phelan in Common: When she asks you to dance half-naked with barely some black leather clothes on... Don't. It has nothing to do with HIM.

You snap your fingers.

Phelan nods understandingly to Jezz.

You tell Jezz in Common: You HAD to tell him, hmm?

You sigh deeply.

Jezz tells you in Common: The last follower didn't stop crying for two weeks after that.

You shrug.

You tell Jezz in Common: But his dance was really entertaining...with all the whips and lashes and such.

Jezz tells you in Common: Besides, Phelan is under my fighting mentorship.

Jezz tells you in Common: I want him healthy and ready.

You emote: Aragog opens her mouth and closes it.

You chant coldly in Common: Hmmm.

You whistle silently.

You emote: Aragog stares into space.

You ask Jezz in Common: Fighting mentorship?

Jezz tells you in Common: If I find out he's not worth of my time, you can test anything you may wish.

You ask Jezz in Common: Healthy? You mean his body?

You grin silently.

Jezz tells you in Common: I mean he has to be strong enough to lift his weapon.

Jezz tells you in Common: Appearing in front of me with two fingers inserted in each of his ears won't help, like it didn't last time.

You tell Jezz in Common: Oooh well, I think that's something I can work with.

Phelan studies the naginata carefully.

// My congratulationst to Phelan. He managed to ignore this conversation completely!! //

Oops up!

You chant coldly in Common: Oh well, that was bad luck. I started singing, you know...

Jezz smirks.

You are blushing.

You study Phelan carefully.
He is slightly hurt.
He is alert.
You are a bit stronger than he is.
You are much more dexterous than he is.
You are much more agile than he is.
You are a bit less healthy than he is.
He looks mature for a human.
You know he might die if you fight him.
You know his weight is 89 kg, his volume is about 83 liter and his height is
about 192 cm.

Jezz peers intently at you.

You emote: Aragog stares at the ground.

Phelan stands up.
Phelan sits down folding one leg over the other, resting his hands palm up on his legs and breathing steadily.

// Amazing. I bow to your patience, Phel //

-- AragoG - 11 Feb 2008