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[IronyOwl]

"Hmph," Raikonai snorted, trying to make his voice sound deep and imposing. "The real question is what you have in the first place. I can't imagine a camp like this has much to offer except muscle," he added with a wry grin.

[Ahra]

Drink water from the horn and go inside the cave again

[Tarran]

"Bleh!" Merysta spit the nasty-tasting bone out and gave it a sullen look. It took a few moments for her to notice that her mother was gone. She made a few pathetic, hopeful whining sounds to see if it would bring her back, but when that failed to happen she started looking around again. This time she went into the room with the oddly colored rocks to examine a few, specifically looking for pretty ones. She had yet to know what colors were called, but she felt partial to the one that looked like what she could see of her scales.

You look for pretty stones. You find a [4] reasonably sized red Jasper in the pile. It's quite smooth.

"Hmph," Raikonai snorted, trying to make his voice sound deep and imposing. "The real question is what you have in the first place. I can't imagine a camp like this has much to offer except muscle," he added with a wry grin.

Someone in the group of archers shouts out "Fuck you!". Everyone agrees with him, some even repeating his line. The mage responds in a more civilized, but insulting way. "What we make in a year is more than what your kind could make in honest work in your lifetime. And that's a good enough answer for your kind, for your kind cannot manage even a single coin with from honest work."

Drink water from the horn and go inside the cave again

You drink water from the horn. It's nothing out of the ordinary.

You decide to return to the cave.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Merysta takes the red jasper back to the main room to play with while she waits for her mother to return. She... is returning, right?

[IronyOwl]

"Hmph. Then enjoy your dirt and sand, maggots."

Fly away, at a slightly off angle from my lair. It's important to not look weak, and leaving promptly would be wise.

Return to lair, after the slight detour to throw off any attempts at tracking.

[Ahra]

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[Dwarmin]

After taking in her surroundings, Anthramarux took a moment to think...her Mother, if properly motivated, would probably lay waste to the camp in a rage...but, she might destroy the very scales the Gods wanted, or otherwise scatter them to the four winds with fleeing bandits.

No...she decided to take a risk and visit Gunstun, the knight commander. Surely, he could enlist his help in wiping the bandit blight from the land...or at least, some medical aid. While she chafed at the thought of being in debt to him-noble though he may be-she knew it was the easiest way to achieve her goal.

And if she had tell some creatives fiction to them, then so be it. It was for their own good, after all.

Action: Fly toward Gunstun's army camp at a safe level, to avoid hostile intent.

OOC:@Tarran: Btw! If Anthramarux shifted back into Human form at this moment, would she insta-die? I figure at -9 HP, and her Human form only has 5, it would probably be fatal?

[Tarran]

OOC:@Tarran: Btw! If Anthramarux shifted back into Human form at this moment, would she insta-die? I figure at -9 HP, and her Human form only has 5, it would probably be fatal?

That's a good question.

Hm, actually, I think I would just take away a percentage and not just 9 HP. Since wounds are of equal magnitudes between forms, surely the damage must be.

However, the arrows currently stuck in you are a different matter. Transforming with them still in you would either lead to them coming out or them causing even more damage shifting around. And with one in your neck, there's a possibility that it would instantly kill you.

[KineseN]

There was nothing Kin hated more than a swamp. It was damp, the ground was soggy, the water disgusting and the air had a pungent smell to it, like ripe fruit simmering in muddy water. Worse was that he wasn't as fit as he thought him be. He started to lose height because  of his tired wings. He started to regret his impulsive decision and should have just staid home.

While keeping his northern direction now on ground, Kin kept an eye out for anything living that would be too close to him. With tired wings and unstable ground he wanted to be alert against any adversaries he might meet.

[Ahra]

is this horn nethack inspired btw?

[Tarran]

Yes. If you're truly stumped, you can cheat and look at the wiki.

[Ahra]

horn of plenty huh? well im no mage (or how the hell you use it)

[Tarran]

horn of plenty huh? well im no mage (or how the hell you use it)

That's a mighty guess considering there are three special horn types in Nethack.

As to how to use it, come on. Consider what you have done: You've tried putting something into the horn.

Now what haven't you done?

[Ahra]

except flailing it around and upside-downing it... feck

i upside-down it, try to take something out of it, if that fails use it as a musical horn aka blow

[Tarran]

Dude, you have two actions: Search the cave, and mess around with the horn. Please don't do that.