Ramon tells you 'Special offer, Sylvester's head for 13639 gold! That's 64% off the price!'
A peculiar singularity in the fabric of space opens, a black globe falls in your hands! The dial on the globe changes to 6. The dial on the globe changes to 5. The dial on the globe changes to 4. The dial on the globe changes to 3. The dial on the globe changes to 2. The dial on the globe changes to 1. BOOM! The globe explodes in your face! What a mess... You feel less experienced. You feel your luck has changed. You feel you may as well call it quits for today. You feel guilty, perhaps you should lead a better life from now on? That really HURT! 4th globe within few weeks.
A peculiar singularity in the fabric of space opens, a black globe falls in your hands! The dial on the globe changes to 6. The dial on the globe changes to 5. The dial on the globe changes to 4. The dial on the globe changes to 3. The dial on the globe changes to 2. The dial on the globe changes to 1. BOOM! The globe explodes in your face! What a mess... You feel less experienced. You feel your luck has changed. You feel you may as well call it quits for today. You feel guilty, perhaps you should lead a better life from now on?
a largish apple tree --> la tree --> It is an apple tree, with some appropriate fruit hanging on its semi-bare branches. Some of its leaves have fallen already, as is usual during the autumn. The tree has reached a stage of less frequent growth spurts, but one day one might happen to realize it has actually grown all the time, but so slowly and with the frequent visits it has been unnoticed. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. You pick an apple. --> Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...' la apple --> It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it, too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so better enjoy it before it goes bad.
a largish apple treela tree --> It is an apple tree, with some appropriate fruit hanging on its semi-bare branches. Some of its leaves have fallen already, as is usual during the autumn. The tree has reached a stage of less frequent growth spurts, but one day one might happen to realize it has actually grown all the time, but so slowly and with the frequent visits it has been unnoticed. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. pick apple --> You pick an apple. Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...' la apple --> It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it, too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so better enjoy it before it goes bad.
a largish apple tree la tree --> It is an apple tree, with some appropriate fruit hanging on its semi-bare branches. Some of its leaves have fallen already, as is usual during the autumn. The tree has reached a stage of less frequent growth spurts, but one day one might happen to realize it has actually grown all the time, but so slowly and with the frequent visits it has been unnoticed. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. pick apple --> You pick an apple. Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...' la apple --> It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it, too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so better enjoy it before it goes bad. This item is in excellent condition. It looks very light weight.
a largish apple tree la tree --> It is an apple tree, with some appropriate fruit hanging on its semi-bare branches. Some of its leaves have fallen already, as is usual during the autumn. The tree has reached a stage of less frequent growth spurts, but one day one might happen to realize it has actually grown all the time, but so slowly and with the frequent visits it has been unnoticed. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. pick apple --> Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...'
a largish apple tree > la tree --> It is an apple tree, with some appropriate fruit hanging on its semi-bare branches. Some of its leaves have fallen already, as is usual during the autumn. The tree has reached a stage of less frequent growth spurts, but one day one might happen to realize it has actually grown all the time, but so slowly and with the frequent visits it has been unnoticed. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. pick apple --> You pick an apple. Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...'
la tree > This apple tree has grown, and reached a size proper for a small tree. There might be some more apples for you to pick, but be generous and leave some for others, too. The tree has survived for so many years, it would be shame if a passing miracle-maker would curse it for not having some left for him. Its leaves are mostly yellow, at least for the part that is still on it. The rest are covering the ground, and more brown than yellow. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. pick apple > You pick an apple. Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...'
id apple --> You concentrate immensely and mumble (identify). The following messages seem to vibrate from a polished bright red apple: It is called apple and identified as 'apple', 'red apple', 'polished apple', 'polished red apple', 'bright red apple' and 'polished bright red apple'. It takes the following slots: held. It will increase the experience gained moderately for roughly no time. It can be eaten, or crushed by those who cannot eat. It has been in the game for 3h, 17min and 20s. It is almost weightless, very small, in good condition, it's BRAND NEW and made of food. It has an effect on the following attributes: Remarkable effect on spr. Major effect on epr. Remarkable effect on hpr. Remarkable effect on tick.
la apple > It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it, too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so better enjoy it before it goes bad. This item is in good condition. It looks very light weight.
You pick an apple. > Ahh, the first apple of the year from your very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and let out a sigh: 'To be young again...'
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>la apple It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it, too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so better enjoy it before it goes bad. >eat apple You eat a polished bright red apple. The fresh apple tastes bittersweet, but you very much like it anyway. While eating the apple, you contemplate on the process that brought this apple to you. The apple is essentially air and water, combined by sunlight. How, you wonder, is it that a tree can assemble these elements into something edible and so different from the source parts. A tree, that took so long to grow, yet so little time has passed compared to your own life span. The train of thought goes on, confusing you, but leaving you yearning for more savoury moments like this. You feel that Sylvester is younger now. You feel youth returning to your body. Your mind feels clear and clean, ready to partake of new experiences. You feel that Sylvester is satiated. You can't possibly eat any more. You discard rest of the food. You stop eating. You are thirsty, satiated, very young and brave. --> Went from old to very young.
an apple tree >la tree It is an apple tree. It has some apples on it that look inviting, and some on the ground around it. It still has some leaves on it, but quite a few have already turned yellow and fallen off. This young tree has still plenty of years ahead of it, barring accidents and vandals. This apple tree was planted by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you were then. >pick apple You pick an apple. Ahh, the first ever apple from the tree you've planted yourself. You can only imagine what wonders it holds, and what a miracle of life it is. You polish its cheeks, and it shines a marvellous light. You can't wait to taste the beauty -- will it be sweet, bittersweet, or just bitter. You can't help but think of life in general, how it can be sweet or bitter, but to never try is even worse than the occasional bitterness.
From the present falls the Trilloch's sword <christmas glow> <red glow>.
From the present falls the Torso Maker sword <christmas glow> <red glow>.