CLOK BBS

You say, "He looks like a snowflake."

Acarin blinks.

You say, "With his white armor and whatnot."

Acarin says, "White frightens me."

Acarin nods.

Snowflakes fall slowly and steadily to the earth.


You say, "You know, I told him to be careful in the cold with that metal armor."

Acarin nods to you.

Acarin says, "And?"

You say, "One can lose a nipple like that."

Acarin nods to you.

A light snow continues to fall.

Brrr! You're freezing!

Acarin says, "More than just a nipple. Trust me."

Acarin coughs.

You say, "I just told him a story of a man I once knew who did just that."

Snowflakes drift down lightly from the sky.

Brrr! You're freezing!

Acarin scoops up a handful of snow.

Acarin takes a bite of his handful of snow, finishing it off.
Acarin suddenly clutches his head! Ooo, brain freeze!
1 cold damage to the brain!

Acarin asks, "Is it a long story?"

The chill in your bones has withdrawn completely.

Acarin coughs.

You say, "Not really."

A light snow continues to fall.

Acarin shivers in the bitter cold!


Acarin says, "Then please continue."

You say, "The story goes.."

Acarin's hands glow with golden light.

Snowflakes drift down lightly from the sky.

Acarin shivers in the bitter cold!


Acarin whistles tunelessly to himself.

You say, "I knew this guy once.. his name was Goodlet, or something equally stupid like that. Not a smart fellow. Anyway.. It was a cold and bitter night one night."

Acarin nods.

Snowflakes drift down lightly from the sky.

Acarin shivers in the bitter cold!

Brrr! You're freezing!

Acarin says, "Kinda like tonight."

Acarin sighs.

You nod.

You say, "Exactly."

You say, "But this guy."

Acarin asks, "Shall we get out of the snow?"

Acarin laughs!

You point at an inn.

go inn


[Hearth and Home, Common Room] (shop) (InUr)
This cozy common room is filled to capacity with pine tables and chairs, wooden support beams criss-crossing the low ceiling. A glowing fire burns merrily in a large hearth, keeping the room warm. A long wooden bar lined with barstools serves as a serving area, telltale sounds of a busy kitchen emenating from an open doorway just behind it. Several hunting trophies can be seen mounted on the walls.
The dim light lessens your vision slightly. There is a small crowd of people here. The area is somewhat noisy. The area is particularly warm.
Also here: the bard Jerromir and [[Acarin]].
Obvious exits: north, out (snowing).

You are followed by Acarin.

You sit down on a barstool.

Acarin nods.

Acarin sits down on a barstool.

You say, "As I was saying."

Acarin has a few words with a serving wench.

Acarin confirms an order with a serving wench and hands over some riln.
a serving wench pours a serving of Warrek's Ale for Acarin, who quickly downs the drink and hands the empty cup back.

You say, "This guy.. he was rather fond of the feeling of metal against his naked skin."

The warmth here helps thaw you out.

The chill in your bones has withdrawn completely.

Acarin nods to you.

You say, "So he didn't wear anything under his armor."

Acarin says, "That's perfectly logical."

Acarin says, "Aside from the chafing."

Acarin coughs.

You say, "Now, like I said, it was bitterly cold."

You say, "So he comes into the Tavern.. in his armor.. nothing underneath."

You say, "Picks up a bar wench for the night."

Acarin nods to you.

Acarin says, "This can only be ending in misfortune."

Acarin's hands glow with golden light.

You say, "And gets a room for the night.. if you know what I mean."

Acarin nods to you.

You say, "So anyway.."

You say, "This all happened in the span of like 30 seconds.. he wasn't wasting anytime."

Acarin's hands glow with golden light.

Acarin nods to you.

You say, "So things started heating up with him and the wench... he was in a hurry and went to tear off his icy breast plate."

You groan.

Acarin says, "Least it was the breastplate."

Acarin coughs.

Acarin nods to you.

You nod.

You cringe.

You exclaim, "That's when he said goodbye nipple!"

Acarin chuckles.

Acarin nods to you.

Acarin says, "That's a great story."

Acarin stares.

You say, "It was ok though.. the bar wench liked him all the more for it, cause then he matched her."

Acarin cackles!

You say, "They probably got married."

Acarin nods.

Acarin says, "I'm sure."