A Wrinkled Bonelord

A Wrinkled Bonelord
Geographical Properties
Nearest City	Ab'Dendriel
Personal Properties
Gender	Unknown.
Race	Unknown.
Job	Librarian
Other Properties
Version	6.2 June 10, 2001
Status	Active

You see A Wrinkled Bonelord

• 485611800364197.
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Location

Hellgate Library, under Ab'Dendriel, here.

Notes

He will burn you if you call him "Blinky".

Transcripts

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	Player: hi a wrinkled bonelord: What is this? An optically challenged entity called Player. How fascinating! Player: death a wrinkled bonelord: Yes, yes, I will kill you soon enough, now let me continue my investigation on you. Player: god a wrinkled bonelord: They will mourn the day they abandoned us. Player: job a wrinkled bonelord: I am the great librarian. Player: library a wrinkled bonelord: It's a fine library, isn't it? Player: name a wrinkled bonelord: I'm 486486 and NOT 'Blinky' as some people called me ... before they died. So don't ... confuse your numbers, as my kind says. Player: Tibia a wrinkled bonelord: It's 1, not 'Tibia', silly. Player: cyclops a wrinkled bonelord: Uglyness incarnate. One eye! Imagine that! Horrible! Player: elves a wrinkled bonelord: These fools and their superstitious life cult don't understand anything of importance. Player: Excalibug a wrinkled bonelord: Only inferior species need weapons. Player: Ab'Dendriel a wrinkled bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs. Player: numbers a wrinkled bonelord: Numbers are essential. They are the secret behind the scenes. If you are a master of mathematics you are a master over life and death. Player: books a wrinkled bonelord: Our books are written in 469, of course you can't understand them. Player: 0 a wrinkled bonelord: Go and wash your eyes for using this obscene number! Player: 469 a wrinkled bonelord: The language of my kind. Superior to any other language and only to be spoken by entities with enough eyes to blink it. Player: species a Wrinkled Bonelord: The world is full of inferior species. Once, our race ruled the whole world, but then the gods destroyed our empire ... a Wrinkled Bonelord: But our race is proficient in the return from death. One day we will rise again, that's for sure! Player: orcs a wrinkled bonelord: Noisy pests. Player: minotaurs a wrinkled bonelord: Their mages are so close to the truth. Closer then they know and closer then it's good for them. Player: humans a wrinkled bonelord: Good tools to work with ... After their death, that is. Player: eyes a wrinkled bonelord: You pitiful two-eyed creatures. In our eyes, you look weird. It is pathetic how much you depend on hands and legs. Since we bonelords have more eyes than any creature in the world, it is obvious that you can determine the value of a species by the number of its eyes. Player: bonelord a wrinkled bonelord: Our race is very old. Over the time, we have been given many different names by other races. The term bonelord sticks to us for quite a while now. In our language the name of our race is not fix but a complex formula, and as such it always changes for the subjective viewer. Player: language a wrinkled bonelord: Our language is beyond comprehension by your lesser beings. It heavily relies on mathemagic. Your brain is not suited for the mathemagical processing necessary to understand our language.To decipher even our most basic texts, it would need a genius that can calculate numbers within seconds in his brain. Player: bye a wrinkled bonelord: Wait right there. I will eat you after writing down what I found out.

A Wrinkled Bonelord