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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| Effects (Sylvester)                             | Lasts         |

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| Experience bonus                                | 2d and 23h    |

| A polished bright red apple                     | 14min and 55s |

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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>.