Looks like I'm a couple years late to this party... I used to play a longlong time ago and I recently signed back in. It is still up, but 99% of the time I'm the only one on. I don't even know why I'm posting. I guess I just thought I should.
So there it is. This depressing and probably useless post brought to you by Baph & Body Works' new signature "Fountain Moss" fragrance.
no idea if itll last, or how many players itll get, but it wont get any if we dont show up at least. if anyone talks to vel, if we really want to get hrielith going again, he has to renew/redo all the reviews and links scattered around for it (like www.mudconnector.com ) otherwise everyone will think its still dead.... when its really undead. it might even be worthwhile to change the name and start anew. or at least go with hrielith2.0 or something.
weve all talked about it. we all miss hrielith. so come back and show your baphy-pride.
ive heard from barek, anch, ari... no word from lio or dogges. i have heard from vel, via hrie-mail, the same day i sent it (which is unheard of with him) any word from dhrun? nevrei? koth? i dont know how to get ahold of these people anymore.
there are people and newbies on everyday now. there was almost ten (and you know thats a lot for this mud) on the other day, and almost all new faces, so id like to see some old ones.
if some of the more established characters come back, i was gonna try to get some player-run plots going. let me know.
we needed one, so i made one. if the normal boards come back up ill change this one to be just guild boards or something. speaking of which, anyone think thats a good idea? enough people going to be checking it to bother?
I had meant to post this yesterday, but I forgot... Priceless MUDmoment of the week:
Atop a Rickety Watchtower Light. This precarious watchtower, hewn from crumbling stone a few feet high and supported by rotting wooden scaffolding, affords a beautiful view of the surrounding swamp. In the distance to the west, the citadel of Hrielith is visible. Beyond it on the horizon is a great forest and mountains that reach toward the sky, dark and ominous. Shattered timbers rising above the level of the stone seem to have once supported a roof that has long since collapsed. Visible exits: down. You see Ari, Casvenx. You see Quelenor' Lienel.
You say, "The spell was stolen from the hrielith library." You whisper to Casvenx, "I feel like I'm talking to a rock..." ># Phethjeld seems to search the land, the wind lifting debris, and dust. ># A gentle rain falls softly. Quelenor' Lienel frowns darkly. You suddenly feel as if a sinister shadow has drifted over your soul. You say, "Erm."
*** snip snip snip, sometime later ***
The shadow over your soul finally dissipates as you enter the city of Hrielith. You say, "I do feel kinda bad about calling him a rock..." Casvenx laughs. Casvenx says, "I would too."
It's really not wise to suggest that an ancient ghost of a long lost civilization is in any way rock-like, especially if they happen to be former assassin commanders. *snerk*
Djhavraithe attempts to read Casvenx's weavefortunes.
Djhavraithe's eyes seem to lose focus briefly, you feel a strange sensation as his voice rings in your mind... There is a deep imbalance in you, it is currently tending toward shadow, though it is by not means irreversible. There are obstacles in the form of ideas, betwixt you and your brightest future.
