conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Altharis: One dark generic 24-hour time unit in the Underdark (The Underdark doesn't have a sun, remember?), Ez-a'liar'kdan Rualec, a little known drow cleric of the Rualec house, was formulating a spell. This arcane working, complex in its nature seemed to indicate "taking intelligence and power from Lolth's aspect of the Cat" (a lesser known facet of Lolth's domain). However, as the magical nexi started humming with power, she realised, though much too late, that she had accidently reversed the spell incantation! In this form, it would serve to  give  power to "Lolth's aspect of the cat"! The last thing she ever did, before her intelligence and power were sucked away, was look down at her cats, whose eyes were glowing with an unholy light...
  
  ((Start game!))
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Duke of URL: Caterwallus 
    What a strange, strange feeling...  I NOW HAS POWERZ!!!   And a yearning for  CHEEZEBURGUR! 
  
  Maybe I can even  TAKE OVER TEH WORLDZ!   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cruxador: Wat a buz... I is felin vry smrt. teh worldz are all belong 2 me. I's goin 2 make shure dey all knows dat. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eerie: Bitey 
  
  Looking around in shock, as the vision of himself on a throne, the world beneath his feet, fades.
  
   "I is overwhemld. Mast eet breakfazt first..." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Duke of URL: Caterwallus 
   "Breakfazt?"   He jerks his head toward the unfortunate drow cleric.   "Mebbe is tasteez?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Irbis: A big, black cat that you swore wasn't there a moment ago opens his golden, gleaming eyes.
  
   I think, zerefore you aren't. Bitchez. 
   Now, seriously, why these bipedal meatbags speak so funny, like I do now? Are they mad, or something? 
   Oh, rightz. Zey ar bitchezzz. 
   When do we ztart wuss-slapping zem? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Duke of URL: Caterwallus 
  
  To the big black cat:  "We startz now."   Caterwallus moves a safe distance from the dazed drow and says,  "FAIL, BITCH!" 
   
   Spoiler 
    Attack  - (1d20+7)[ 17 ]  (Ranged touch, +5 DEX, +2 size)
    Damage  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Altharis: Your bolt of black energy lances into the drow cleric's  corpse , blasting a small chunk of flesh of its  rotting, decomposing  body.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Duke of URL: Caterwallus 
   "Ugh.  DO NOT WANT.  Letz hunt fer fud."   Caterwallus starts searching around the room for anything tasty or otherwise interesting.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  (( In all fairness, you never actually said the cleric was dead... just that her intelligence and power was sucked away))
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Altharis: ((Oh okay, sorry about that. I kinda assumed that you guys would take it as if she had been Int, Wis and Cha poisoned to zero. That is, effectively dead. I also had a pretty vivid mental image about it.))
  
  You are in the Magic Laboratory of your late ex-mistress's mansion. anything vaguely edible here would not be good for you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eerie: Bitey 
   Okay, catz. We needz a plan. I propoz:
  1. Findzing something for breakfazt.
  2. Start taking ovar the world.
  An lez get outa here, it stinkz. 
  
  Bitey starts to move towards the closest door.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cruxador: I liek plann.
  
  *heads faor door as well
  
  
  "((Dosn't Int, Wis, an Cha 0 leave her alive?))
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Irbis: Your planz lackz important pointz, such az
  4. Profitz, and
  3. Whatzever it takez to takez zem.
  
  Otervize, lokz gud. For you, anyvayz.  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Duke of URL: Caterwallus 
   "Yes.  Brekfazt gud beforz takingz ovur wurldz."   He follows the others out of the door, making sure to stay near the rear.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eerie: OOC: Altharis, could you describe what we see around and where we can go? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Altharis: ((Sure thing Eerie, sorry about not doing it before. And yes, Int, Wis, and Cha at zero means that she is technically alive, but having so much life energy drained out of her caused a system shock and she had a heart attack. Enough about the specifics.))
  
  The room, being the old magic laboratory that your pet drow (Cat's think of humans as  their  pets. Get some and you'll see.) never let you play in, is a largish room, still filled with multi-colored smoke from the spell. Jars upon jars of preserved magical components, and books upon books of forgotten lore are piled upon the shelves. Strange glass instruments and metal tongs litter a bench. A giant cauldron sits in the centre of the room. There is a set of stairs going upwards, that leads to an oaken door. There is another, closer (and consequently, the one you're heading towards), door. It is large, and made of iron. It is covered in blood, spikes, and.....eggcartons? It appears unlocked.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Irbis: [whispers]
  
  Are we there yet?