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Gildenlow takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Paralysed as you are, your body is not able to pick up anything.
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I'm not aware of how
Mhaldorian men normally take brides..."
Gildenlow takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "But this is my... improvised
example."
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Your legs are broken. You
have no way out of here."
Gildenlow appears to jolt to a halt as his reflexes slow to normal speeds.
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Gildenlow smiles impishly and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "What am I do to do now, I wonder?"
You are:
paralysed.
sprawled on the ground.
afflicted with clumsiness.
has a partially damaged left leg.
has a partially damaged right leg.
Gildenlow frowns, and a look of seriousness passes over his face.
Gildenlow kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility and respect.
Gildenlow stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Gildenlow moves to between the splayed legs of you, concern and even fear upon
his face.
Gildenlow ceases to wield a hunter's spear in his right hand.
A bend in the road (road).
A smattering of clouds fills the sky, lacing it with spiderwebs of grey. An enormous black orb spins slowly in mid-air here above a golden pedestal. Overflowing with blood and other trophies of the dead, a sacrificial altar to the Lord of Warfare has been erected nearby. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. Gildenlow, South Shore Myrmidon is here. He wields a throwing
axe in his left hand.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.
With a wistful look on his face, Gildenlow touches a throwing axe.
The cloud cover clears, and sun fills the skies.
Gildenlow stares directly at you, his eyes full and his face on edge.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I... am very uncertain of
what to do. I hardly know how to look after myself, let alone somebody else,
but..."
Gildenlow swallows loudly.
You narrow your eyes to thin slits.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Be my wife, young cleric."
Gildenlow ceases to wield a throwing axe in his left hand.
Gildenlow gets down on one knee and, while holding forth a throwing axe,
declares his eternal love for you, and asks you to marry him. Type AGREE if you
will agree to marry him.
The radiant sun shines all about you.
You joyfully accept Gildenlow's proposal of marriage, and his gift of a throwing
axe.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "It is the most important
thing in the world to me."
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "May you now have the
privilege of directing its aim, by controlling my hand."
Gildenlow clambers onto his feet.
Gildenlow stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Gildenlow blushes furiously.
You say, "If you prove to be a dissappointing husband, it shall be aimed at your
chest."
The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full
light upon the land.
Gildenlow gulps nervously.
You say, "Do I make myself Clear?"
Gildenlow smiles impishly and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "May I
have the axe back?"
You say, "Of course."
You say, "My husband, I expect you to be more faithful to it than me."
Gildenlow nods his head emphatically.
You say, "A warrior is nothing without his weapons. A warrior is who I shall have
for a husband.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "It shall know the blood of
Shallamites until it falls into dust."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "It better, or else I shall show you Suffering Lord Apollyon would be
proud of."
You give a throwing axe to Gildenlow.
You rub your hands together greedily.
Gildenlow peers at his axe solemnly.
You narrow your eyes to thin slits.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "One last thing..."
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I will seal this commitment
in my own blood."
Gildenlow says solemnly to you with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "On the axe."
You nod your head emphatically.
Gildenlow roughly cuts a large gash into his palm with the sharp blade of the
axe, blood welling up instantly.
Your daegger comes racing towards you, stopping unnaturally quickly to land in
your grasp.
You call out, ordering your Baalzadeen to return to serve your whim.
Gildenlow wraps his bloodied hand around the haft of the axe and squeezes
tightly.
Gildenlow begins to wield a throwing axe in his left hand.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Oh, another thing I
forgot..."
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow is surrounded by a shining corona of blinding light and the shimmering
image of the Wyvern momentarily overlaps him.
Gildenlow takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Gildenlow begins to flap his wings powerfully, and rises quickly up into the
firmament.
Gildenlow swoops down from the skies towards you, and before you can resist has
lifted you off your feet and carries you, kicking uselessly, in firm talons into
the sky above.
You take a drink from a black-walnut vial.
Your body begins to feel lighter and you feel that you are floating slightly.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I like to play rough."
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
Gildenlow smiles with a wink and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "So
don't think for a second that you are in complete control of me."
You chuckle long and heartily.
You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Back to our city, m'Lady?"
You say, "Just you wait until I can envenom my daegger."
You say, "Then we will see who is in control."
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "You have spear, axe and claw
to deal with."
Gildenlow smiles impishly and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "You will
not find me unguarded."
You say, "And you, A woman's wrath."
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow smiles with a wink and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I've
had worse."
You chuckle long and heartily.
You follow Gildenlow, South Shore Myrmidon northeast to Stygian crossroads.
Gildenlow tucks his wings and plummets towards the earth.
Gildenlow flares his wings at the last minute and deposits you safely back on
the ground once more, before heading back into the skies.
Gildenlow descends from above.
You say, "My dear, I dare say you will find me unlike your other harlots you
have encountered."
Gildenlow points a throwing axe at you.
Gildenlow says to you with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Just you be careful,
woman."
Katia peers at you unscrupulously.
Gildenlow raises an eyebrow at Katia.
Gildenlow says to Katia with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Disobedient, this
one."
You nod your head at Katia.
Merador glares angrily at you.
Paralysed as you are, your body is not able to pick up anything.
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I'm not aware of how
Mhaldorian men normally take brides..."
Gildenlow takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "But this is my... improvised
example."
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Your legs are broken. You
have no way out of here."
Gildenlow appears to jolt to a halt as his reflexes slow to normal speeds.
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Gildenlow smiles impishly and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "What am I do to do now, I wonder?"
You are:
paralysed.
sprawled on the ground.
afflicted with clumsiness.
has a partially damaged left leg.
has a partially damaged right leg.
Gildenlow frowns, and a look of seriousness passes over his face.
Gildenlow kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility and respect.
Gildenlow stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Gildenlow moves to between the splayed legs of you, concern and even fear upon
his face.
Gildenlow ceases to wield a hunter's spear in his right hand.
A bend in the road (road).
A smattering of clouds fills the sky, lacing it with spiderwebs of grey. An enormous black orb spins slowly in mid-air here above a golden pedestal. Overflowing with blood and other trophies of the dead, a sacrificial altar to the Lord of Warfare has been erected nearby. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. Gildenlow, South Shore Myrmidon is here. He wields a throwing
axe in his left hand.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.
With a wistful look on his face, Gildenlow touches a throwing axe.
The cloud cover clears, and sun fills the skies.
Gildenlow stares directly at you, his eyes full and his face on edge.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I... am very uncertain of
what to do. I hardly know how to look after myself, let alone somebody else,
but..."
Gildenlow swallows loudly.
You narrow your eyes to thin slits.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Be my wife, young cleric."
Gildenlow ceases to wield a throwing axe in his left hand.
Gildenlow gets down on one knee and, while holding forth a throwing axe,
declares his eternal love for you, and asks you to marry him. Type AGREE if you
will agree to marry him.
The radiant sun shines all about you.
You joyfully accept Gildenlow's proposal of marriage, and his gift of a throwing
axe.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "It is the most important
thing in the world to me."
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "May you now have the
privilege of directing its aim, by controlling my hand."
Gildenlow clambers onto his feet.
Gildenlow stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Gildenlow blushes furiously.
You say, "If you prove to be a dissappointing husband, it shall be aimed at your
chest."
The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full
light upon the land.
Gildenlow gulps nervously.
You say, "Do I make myself Clear?"
Gildenlow smiles impishly and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "May I
have the axe back?"
You say, "Of course."
You say, "My husband, I expect you to be more faithful to it than me."
Gildenlow nods his head emphatically.
You say, "A warrior is nothing without his weapons. A warrior is who I shall have
for a husband.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "It shall know the blood of
Shallamites until it falls into dust."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "It better, or else I shall show you Suffering Lord Apollyon would be
proud of."
You give a throwing axe to Gildenlow.
You rub your hands together greedily.
Gildenlow peers at his axe solemnly.
You narrow your eyes to thin slits.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "One last thing..."
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I will seal this commitment
in my own blood."
Gildenlow says solemnly to you with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "On the axe."
You nod your head emphatically.
Gildenlow roughly cuts a large gash into his palm with the sharp blade of the
axe, blood welling up instantly.
Your daegger comes racing towards you, stopping unnaturally quickly to land in
your grasp.
You call out, ordering your Baalzadeen to return to serve your whim.
Gildenlow wraps his bloodied hand around the haft of the axe and squeezes
tightly.
Gildenlow begins to wield a throwing axe in his left hand.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Oh, another thing I
forgot..."
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow is surrounded by a shining corona of blinding light and the shimmering
image of the Wyvern momentarily overlaps him.
Gildenlow takes a drink from an oaken vial.
Gildenlow begins to flap his wings powerfully, and rises quickly up into the
firmament.
Gildenlow swoops down from the skies towards you, and before you can resist has
lifted you off your feet and carries you, kicking uselessly, in firm talons into
the sky above.
You take a drink from a black-walnut vial.
Your body begins to feel lighter and you feel that you are floating slightly.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I like to play rough."
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
Gildenlow smiles with a wink and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "So
don't think for a second that you are in complete control of me."
You chuckle long and heartily.
You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Back to our city, m'Lady?"
You say, "Just you wait until I can envenom my daegger."
You say, "Then we will see who is in control."
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "You have spear, axe and claw
to deal with."
Gildenlow smiles impishly and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "You will
not find me unguarded."
You say, "And you, A woman's wrath."
Gildenlow smirks.
Gildenlow smiles with a wink and says with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "I've
had worse."
You chuckle long and heartily.
You follow Gildenlow, South Shore Myrmidon northeast to Stygian crossroads.
Gildenlow tucks his wings and plummets towards the earth.
Gildenlow flares his wings at the last minute and deposits you safely back on
the ground once more, before heading back into the skies.
Gildenlow descends from above.
You say, "My dear, I dare say you will find me unlike your other harlots you
have encountered."
Gildenlow points a throwing axe at you.
Gildenlow says to you with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Just you be careful,
woman."
Katia peers at you unscrupulously.
Gildenlow raises an eyebrow at Katia.
Gildenlow says to Katia with a lugubrious Horkvali accent, "Disobedient, this
one."
You nod your head at Katia.
Merador glares angrily at you.
