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[TheDoktar]

Thou hath grown bored. Thou sit upon thy throne in thy lair, waiting for the coming of enlightenment. Thou feels as if all of creation is the same as its forerunner. Thou lack inspiration and thou are weary. Time seemeth to halt, perhaps thou should fix thy 'glass? Perhaps not. What shallst thou do?

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[blazerblock2]

Stop talking in a 1400's regal accent.

[Cybertails1998]

Stop talking in a 1400's regal accent.

nayeth

Riseth from thy throne and lookest around

[TheDoktar]

Riseth from thy throne and lookest around

Thou doth rise and cast thy vision 'round thy lair. Thou hath let thy lair becometh a sty yet again. It be littered with the products of thy craft instead of casting them into thy pit. Creativity doth be a harsh mistress. Thou aren't very proud of thy recent creations, however, so thou doth not care much. Thou sees on yonder side of thy room a table covered with smaller models of thine. A pit doth lie opposite of thy throne. Thou also catch sight of thine scythe carelessly thrown unto the floor. Thou needeth keep more care of that which is most important to thine craft.

[Cybertails1998]

Examine ye scythe. And examine thyself.

[Menen]

Examine thingy on your chair that looks like a landscape painting

Maketh a Scythe Stand

[blazerblock2]

Examine thingy on your chair that looks like a landscape painting

[Cybertails1998]

Examine thingy on your chair that looks like a landscape painting

that's a hourglass

[Menen]

that's a hourglass

Oh. Well its not right. Stand it up properly, mr shady dark guy.

[blazerblock2]

Oh. Well its not right. Stand it up properly, mr shady dark guy.

my nam is waht

[SWAT One]

Is there an exit to the room besides the hole in the floor?

[Menen]

Examine products of thy craft.

[SWAT One]

Airing for a purpose.  One can only find when thou seeks it.  Right thine hourglass and find a way to seek enlightenment.

[TheDoktar]

Examine ye scythe. And examine thyself.

Thou doth examine thyself and thou art not perplexed with what thou see. Thou are a tall, wispy man. Thy shawl is of a gentle purple and in tatters. Thou don a hat upon thy head that thou believe givest thou some importance. But thou art not obsessed with thy own appearance. Thou hath other matters to tend. Thou retrieve thy scythe from over yonder and inspect it. Thine scythe is as old as time, nay, existence itself. Thou hath reaped the benefits of thy craft many a time with this scythe, but o, only for them to spoil! Thou can feel a vibration from within thy scythe.

Examine products of thy craft.

Thou examine thy products and thou art, again, not moved by what thou see. Many clay mannequins litter the eastern side of thy lair. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes, various stages of completion. Thou art most pleased with thine model of man and wolf, but feel as though they doth need work. Mounds of clay doth scatter the rest of this side of thine lair. Thou often toil with the idea of creating horrid creatures, but thou art not sure. It should hope to please you, maybe.

[Pentium]

Look at the wall opposite from your throne.