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Iamblichos asks:
Are they [mnemosynes] found 'in the wild' on undead, or do they only show up at the casinos?
Stormwaltz responds:
Dicing and other games of chance are the sports of gentlemen - and heaven knows the Dericost are gentlemen. Unfortunately, not all of them are good at it...
Or maybe Isparians who killed undead took them. You pick. ^_^
Artanis Kain asks:
Are they [mnemosynes] constructed from the little green triangle which you click to raise your stats/attributes?
Stormwaltz responds:
Yup, that's the joke ^_^
After all, everyone who's anyone knows that AC is "all about" hitting the little green triangle...
Iamblichos wrote:
Really, Sir! Any common soldier can sit about rolling knucklebones... many a war camp has the off-duty rank and file squatting about like so many trolls on a heath, gambling for petty sums.
Stormwaltz responds:
Too true, fellow of the noble houses. It is a terrible shame that these outlanders simply have no sense of sport. Every time I dispatch my servants to collect a few for amusements, they simply utter a few words of that barbarian child's detestable portal magic, and disappear in a fine spray of mauve bubbles! Pfaugh! My poor Reedsharks must do with a pauper's meal of Silver Tusker roast nine days out of ten.
The Lady of Aerlinthe may swear by this art, but such uses as the outlanders' are dishonorable in combat and in often enough poor taste. Imagine if, after savoring a bottle of your oldest chyle wine over memories of Dericost, I simply stood, bowed to you, and disappeared. Unthinkably rude!
For a people who so casually leave corpses strewn about the countrysides, they are indeed selfish in sharing them. Honestly! If the Ice Throne still stood, I would petition His Eternal Splendor for a cull.
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