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Floyd | The lightning-cage sparks faintly for a moment. A storm must be
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Floyd | gathering outside; but either it is too distant, or the lightning-trap
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Floyd | is too ineffectual, to capture more than a ghost of its power.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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Jacqueline says, "Okay."
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maga says, "nyet"
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Jacqueline says, "Guess we go back to the study for a few minutes."
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Gunther says, "also we must fix the lightning trap"
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maga says (to Floyd), "w"
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Floyd |
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Floyd | Gallery
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Floyd | The dust of ages -- and of your family for so many generations --
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Floyd | clings to crooked stone walls, here in this gallery that twists from
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Floyd | southwest to east as it winds through the tower and ends at a stout
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Floyd | wooden door. Wider archways open to the north and southeast.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | A portrait of Lenore, radiant on your wedding day, adorns the wall.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven flutters after you, and perches on the portrait.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "sw"
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Floyd |
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Floyd | Hallway
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Floyd | Stone columns, either side of the northwest arch to your study, brace
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Floyd | the ceiling, whose upper reaches are lost in darkness that your lamp
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Floyd | cannot pierce. The hallway winds deeper into the tower to the
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Floyd | northeast; but a faint wisp of draft seeps in from the south.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven flutters after you.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "nw"
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Floyd |
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Floyd | Study
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Floyd | Stone walls, wreathed in shadows and velvet curtains, rise into the
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Floyd | gloom overhead. The old oak writing desk -- once your father's, now
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Floyd | your own -- is wedged beneath the window lattice, with a velvet couch
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Floyd | before it. A low fire smoulders in its ancient hearth. To the
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Floyd | southeast, a bust of Pallas sits atop an arch with darkness beyond.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven follows you through the archway, and roosts on the bust of
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Floyd | Pallas.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga says (to Floyd), "i"
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Jacqueline says, "Man, I wish Nate would write some more great games."
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Floyd | You are carrying:
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Floyd | Arts of the Chaldean Magi
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Floyd | Principia Caelestium Mysteriorum
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Floyd | Inhumanities
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Floyd | Adams' Pharmacopia
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Floyd | Ex Sanguine Vita
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Floyd | a silver key
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Floyd | opium resin
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Floyd | an opium pipe
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Floyd | a peyote button
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Floyd | Concerning Immortality
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Floyd | an oil-lamp (providing light)
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Floyd | a paper sachet (which is open)
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Floyd | coca powder
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Floyd | a gold ring (being worn)
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven watches you silently from the bust of Pallas.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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maga asks, "where to start?"
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Gunther says, "he's on now but I think he's unaware this is being played"
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Jacqueline says, "Phramacopia."
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Taleslinger asks, "What else has he written?"
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Jacqueline asks (of Gunther), ""oh?"
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Taleslinger says, "Inhumanities."
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Jacqueline pages Nate.
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maga says (to Floyd), "read inhumanities"
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Floyd | You hunt feverishly through the pages of Inhumanities, and discover:
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Floyd |
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Floyd | "The Death of the Messenger: this is how it came to be. The Bright
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Floyd | Messenger did travel to the Temple in search of Living Water, but he
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Floyd | found neither King nor Queen. When the Weight of the World did press
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Floyd | upon him sorely, and after three days and nights he fell into the Pit.
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Floyd | This is the Death of the Messenger."
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The raven screeches discordantly.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | The curtains billow gently in the draft.
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Floyd |
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Floyd | >
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Gunther says, "I paged him too. Better @addtoc him, that should get his attention :)"
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* Jacqueline has added Nate to the channel.
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maga says, "well, *that*'s clear"
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maga says, "maybe if we read it when high it will make sense"
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Jacqueline asks, "Hm. You mean 'waste' the peyote on it?"
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Gunther says, "or you could read the others"
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Jacqueline says, "I'm with Gunther."
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maga says (to Jacq), "well, I dunno about you, but I don't think there's going to be a party happening here any time soon"
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maga says (to Floyd), "read arts"
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Floyd | You hunt feverishly through the pages of Arts of the Chaldean Magi, and
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Floyd | discover:
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