The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a
Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile
about himself as he arrives.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous hiccups and says, "Special people like Lyr deserve something especially
special on special days."
Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a giftbag!
Thousands of tiny iron rings link together in a flawless pattern of sturdy metal to form the fabric
of this heavy giftbag, rattling together at every movement with a noise like falling rain. Skilfully
applied colour flows across the face of the bag's surface, forming the carefully rendered shape of a
tall, square iron tower with windows and a door that open ominously into an interior concealed by
shadow. A thin cord of some surprisingly strong, obscure material forms a drawstring for the bag,
ornate little tassels adorning its ends.
It has 2 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 22 pounds.
A heavy iron-link giftbag is holding:
"sigil423024" an eye sigil
"sigil426928" a mushroom sigil
"sigil427442" a mushroom sigil
"monolith sigil427843" a monolith sigil
"key sigil427970" a key-shaped sigil
"monolith sigil428798" a monolith sigil
"sigil430220" a cube sigil
"sigil432351" a knife sigil
"key sigil432722" a key-shaped sigil
"sigil432822" a knife sigil
"sigil433013" a mushroom sigil
"sigil433070" a knife sigil
"sigil433075" a mushroom sigil
"monolith sigil433656" a monolith sigil
"key sigil433685" a key-shaped sigil
2746 gold sovereigns.
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Every breath leaves me one less to my last
Will he visit in my bed?
Will he make a second trip?
Will he visit when I'm dead?
Not on your ship!
Not in your bed!
No second trip!*
Perhaps if you're dead!
Only once per Serenade,
Not while less than level eight,
He'll not pass arena walls,
Nor will he visit Death's bleak halls.
* Actually, this is not entirely true. See the third verse.
Every breath leaves me one less to my last
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
of this heavy giftbag, rattling together at every movement with a noise like falling rain. Skilfully
applied colour flows across the face of the bag's surface, forming the carefully rendered shape of a
tall, square iron tower with windows and a door that open ominously into an interior concealed by
shadow. A thin cord of some surprisingly strong, obscure material forms a drawstring for the bag,
ornate little tassels adorning its ends.
It has 2 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 22 pounds.
A heavy iron-link giftbag is holding:
12971 gold sovereigns.
That still doesn't make me feel any better @Aktillum
I know there is a recession, but how about 20-30k? It's Logosmas people!
(Blades of Valour): Draekar says: "Synbios if sunbeams sparkle off that I'll kill you where you stand."
(Party) Halos says, "Disbar?"
(Party) Draekar says, "You know here we have disbar."
(Party) Draekar says, "And over there we have datbar."