Hilarity, when trying to solo-gank AM's caravan spree:
To the SOUTHWEST you see:
Dirt road nearing hills. (road).
It is raining lightly, and fat drops of rain fall pleasantly past. This has been marked as holy ground. A rune that looks like a nail has been sketched into the ground here. Towering overhead is a marble statue of the Lady Eloweth, Her arms spread out in welcome. The decaying remains of Iniar lie here. The decaying remains of Larkin lie here. A wall of focused Moradeim energy is crackling here, blocking passage to the west. A mutant hound paces around restlessly, leering at everything with an unnerving blinkless stare. There are 2 Seraphic guardians here. Muscles rippling beneath its ebon coat, a massive shire stands here poised and alert. A noble falcon is perched here, its bright eyes regarding you watchfully. Muscles rippling beneath its ebon coat, a massive shire stands here poised and alert. A black and white striped Paran zebra roams warily here, alert to any movement. Hand outstretched toward his fallen blade, this orc looks dangerous, even in death. A rotted, undead zombie stands here, staring blankly into the distance. Zaine is here, camouflaged. Stablehand Callisto Yowasi is here. She wields a claymore in her hands. Naharl Dios is here, camouflaged. Edmund Darkstone is here, giving off a truly ghastly stench. He wields a curved sabre in his left hand and a cavalry shield in his right. UltrixAshtear, She-Devil of the Sands is here, hundreds of minuscule pebbles shifting about her form. She wields a truesilver mace in her left hand and a mithril shield in her right. Larkin Athisia is here, camouflaged. Fang Iroth Athisia, Raven King is here, flames dancing across his flesh. He wields a lunar shield in his left hand and a Mace of Vahin in his right.
This location is wrapped in a shimmering protective sphere.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, and west.
Not that I advocate avoiding any opportunity to slay the despotic imperator, but assuming there was a caravan there I can definitely see why they'd not want to get scattered to the winds by that sceptre of yours.
It'd be OK except a disproportionate number of AM caravans are now sanctuaried I regret jumping out of Jackals prematurely. Hurry, @Sagron! :P
Also, looking for alternate descs for my scepters. Send ideas my way.
My cult has been submitted for review for (I think) about two weeks. Not sure what the hold up is.
It'd be OK except a disproportionate number of AM caravans are now sanctuaried I regret jumping out of Jackals prematurely. Hurry, @Sagron! :P
Also, looking for alternate descs for my scepters. Send ideas my way.
My cult has been submitted for review for (I think) about two weeks. Not sure what the hold up is.
Message @Jeremy. Mine did the same, messaged, problem solved. Mine was an issue where I named the cult-to-be and had a clan as the same short tag name though.
Thanks for the tip @Menoch. I messaged @Jeremy yesterday and he said he'd be looking over my cult within the day. Haven't had a chance to log in and see how it went though.
Your body begins to convulse, and as a scream that won't come claws frantically at your throat, your back snaps from the sheer force of the spasms, killing you instantly. You have been slain by Mathiaus
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
Imperial Parade nearing the gates of Stavenn. (7815) (the City of Stavenn) Snowflakes
float down around you, colouring the world white. A generator plinth
has been built here, energy crackling around its edges. The glint of a
bar of gold draws your eye downwards.
The mighty war gong of Stavenn looms here, hanging between two pillars
of fused bone. The visage of a horrific demon carved in bloodstone rises
up from a base of skulls and
stone. A noxious smell rises in the air as bubbles pop along the
surface of a fountain made of twisted stone, a few ghastly hearts
bobbing along the surface. A slow oozing of blood
runs the length of this black cross. Scuff marks marring the shiny
casing, this small clock has been abandoned. An engraved stone fragment
lies here barely perceptible as it juts
up from the ground. A jolly plump snowman resembling Caitryn is here,
staring at you coolly. A sleek pocketbelt is on the ground. There are 2
jolly plump snowmen here. A jolly plump
snowman resembling Lixan is here, staring at you coolly. A jolly plump
snowman resembling Ario is here, staring at you coolly. A leather
vialbelt dyed a vibrant shade of azure
has been left to gather dust here. There are 13 pair of large charcoals
eyes here. There are 8 heaping pile of snows here. There are 8
exterminated corncob pipes here. There are
10 carrots nose here. A pink candle, smelling faintly of strawberries,
sits here. A miniature gargoyle stands here, "Cadeyrn" carved into the
stone of its chest. Dripping with blood,
an inverted pentagram floats in mid-air. A sallow mare stands here
idly. A gloomy little sable kitten sits here, meowing pitifully. A
kohdon scout stands here eyeing his surroundings
with an impassionated stare. A graceful silver mare prances here,
tossing her flower-wreathed head. Anointed with blood, a heinous demonic
jackal crouches here baring gleaming
teeth. An elite elegantly dressed Noctusari is manning a bolt thrower
here. She has twenty bolts. From its perch, a night black hawk watches
you intently with steady golden
eyes. Stamping his golden hooves and tossing his crimson mane, this
blooded warhorse stands here bearing a regal strength. There are 4
ravenous hounds here. Smoky tendrils constantly
twisting and weaving around a towering demon statue, a shadow servant
is here. A dire silvered cougar stalks through the area, seeking prey.
There are 17 elite Diavlous Knights
here. A plain-looking woman watches the skies, idly testing her
bowstring. There are 8 elite elegantly dressed Noctusaris here.
Resembling a ghoulish statue, a Xiur shielder
stands here, the writhing slaves lashed to his shield chittering
insanely to passersby. There are 3 elite Wytch flesh menders here.
Bright blue eyes gazing at her surroundings,
an albino yearling stands impatiently here, occasionally swatting the
air with an agile hoof. An Imperial page is here, a small kit tucked
securely under one arm. Harbinger
of the Damned, Cadeyrn Vaskal is here, his incorporeal form
ever-shifting. He wields a Souledge Sabre in his left hand and a lunar
shield in his right. You see exits leading east, southeast, west, northwest, and up. You have reached your destination. H:400(100%) M:433(88%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:96) <ebdb> [H] 1:03 You say, "And three." H:400(100%) M:433(88%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:95) <ebdb> [H] 1:03 You have recovered your breath and can smoke once more. H:400(100%) M:433(88%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:95) <ebdb> [H] 1:03 You say, "Two." H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:95) <ebdb> [H] 1:03 You feel an aura of rebounding surround you. [ Defence ]: anti-weapon field+ H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:03 You say, "One." H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:04 Your faith increases as Pellerin falls by your hand. You have slain Pellerin. [ Slain ]: [ Pellerin KILLED ] [ Slain ]: [ Pellerin KILLED ] [ Slain ]: [ Pellerin KILLED ] queue reset all queue eqbal get body [ 106->107 ]: +175,720 [33,359,731] H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:04 BALANCE queue cleared. EQUILIBRIUM queue cleared. EQBAL queue cleared. H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:04 Get body added to your EQBAL queue. I see no "body" to take. H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:04 [ Masochism ]: CURED Cadeyrn utters a deep, rumbling laugh. H:400(100%) M:454(92%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:04 Cadeyrn opens the bevor of his plate helm. Harbinger of the Damned, Cadeyrn Vaskal says, "Impressive." Cadeyrn quickly closes the bevor of his plate helm. H:400(100%) M:471(96%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <ebdb> [H] 1:04 You wink.
Sorry @Baasche, I found this too funny. @Septus too much skill, clearly :P
As Baasche, riding a black and white mare moves out towards the south the temperature of the room rises, ice footprints following in his wake. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Septus. [ T A R G E T - H A S - R E B O U N D I N G ] 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Septus howls as a noble kestrel hacks into him. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Septus secures his previously wielded items and instantly draws a lunar shield into his left hand, with a blackened steel sabre flowing into the right. Septus's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. -= TARGET LOST REBOUNDING =- Septus raises a blackened steel sabre over his head and begins to swing it in a wide circle, gaining speed as he goes. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% The temperature in the room drops as Baasche, riding a black and white mare, moves in from the south, his steps leaving frosted footprints. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Septus begins to bear down on Baasche with a blackened steel sabre. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Septus howls as a noble kestrel hacks into him. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Baasche quickly eats a piece of kelp. Baasche's colour returns to his face. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Baasche concentrates on purging toxins from his body. Baasche's skin color returns to normal and his sweating subsides. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Baasche quickly eats a toadstool. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Baasche takes a drink from a shiny black-painted sinn vial. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% As Baasche, riding a black and white mare moves out towards the south the temperature of the room rises, ice footprints following in his wake. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% The temperature in the room drops as Baasche, riding a black and white mare, moves in from the south, his steps leaving frosted footprints. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Baasche barks at a noble kestrel, ordering it to attack Septus. Baasche secures his previously wielded items and instantly draws a curved sabre into his left hand, with an ink-stained snowy marble tablet flowing into the right. Baasche whips a curved sabre through the air in front of Septus, to no effect. Baasche swings a curved sabre powerfully at Septus. Baasche concentrates, and a searing image of the fehu rune suddenly flares on Septus's skin. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36% Screaming out a warcry of pure strength, Septus brings his sabre crashing straight down on the head of Baasche. With unbelievable power, Septus's sabre rips through Baasche's entire body, cleaving it asunder and killing him instantly. Septus has slain Baasche. You have reached the illustrious pk level of 53 and your soul cries out in ecstasy at your new rank of Majestic. You gain 257,301 experience. You need 75,336,763 more for level 91. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% rt lol (Ring): You say, "Lol." 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% Septus's eyes close suddenly as he falls asleep. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% Septus howls as a noble kestrel hacks into him. Septus wakes up with a gasp of pain. 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% rt LOL (Ring): You say, "LOL." 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% (Ring): Septus says, "Wooooo." 477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67%
say suriel You say, "Suriell." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel You fumble about drunkenly. 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel You say, "Suhhriel." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel You say, "Suiiel." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel You say, "Surxial." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel You say, "SUrieel." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 l Flying above A desolate sandy track. (road). 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel
The divine voice of Eoghan reverberates powerfully, "The diabolus and morphae are cruel, and wish to revel in your antics. I am much kinder. If you no longer wish to be drunk, let me know." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 You say, "Sursel." 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0 say suriel You say, "Suriel." You quickly utter "Suriel" and the angel's wings attempt to swiftly carry you far above the clouds. On the clouds. This has been marked as holy ground. A meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An elegant white letter is in danger of being soiled here. A gold-inlaid symbol has been abandoned here. A pile of rubble lies here. 637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
I had two people true locked dying with cyanide before the zerg train came. It was the only accomplishment out of the entire battle, minus actually getting one caravan out of the whole scenario.
Iniar secures his previously wielded item and instantly draws a nacreous Scepter of Protection into his left hand. Iniar swings a nacreous Scepter of Protection and it flares with sudden power. Auriel is suddenly dragged away into a distance. Jules, riding an armoured battle stallion named Firebait is suddenly dragged away into a distance. Your surroundings suddenly blur and a great force drags you away into a distance.
...
You close your eyes momentarily and extend the range of your vision, seeking out the presence of Iniar. You see that Iniar is at Ancient barrow mound in the Reate Forest. You sense a total of 1 individual at that location. Equilibrium Taken: 1.05s H:550/550 M:460/460 B:0 <-b pp> <fdb> D:0 F:0 K:0 farsee iniar iniar You must regain your equilibrium first. H:550/550 M:460/430 B:0 <-b pp> <fdb> D:0 F:0 K:0 You have regained your mental equilibrium. H:550/550 M:460/430 B:0 <eb pp> <fdb> D:0 F:0 K:0 wyrm track iniar light pipes You track Iniar to Imperial Parade nearing the gates of Stavenn.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
Gathering your precious life essence, you close your eyes and concentrate. Your mortal frame begins to shake as you slowly drain the smallest portion of your own life into Selthis. Selthis screams in rage as the soul enters the body.
Selthis rises from the ground in undeath.
You may eat another toadstool.
The gust from a massive skeletal bat's wings knock you to the ground.
Comments
Also, looking for alternate descs for my scepters. Send ideas my way.
What, how did that happen...?
Oh..."On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
[ BALANCE ]
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::deadeyes Pellerin plague addiction
H:347(86%) M:378(77%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:03
Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
[ Defence ]: anti-weapon field-
[ Pellerin ]: Deadeyes -> Cyanide
[ Pellerin ]: Deadeyes -> Addiction
[ Balance Taken ]: 2.10s
cut to:
Imperial Parade nearing the gates of Stavenn. (7815) (the City of Stavenn)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. A generator plinth has been built here, energy crackling around its edges. The glint of a bar of gold draws your eye
downwards. The mighty war gong of Stavenn looms here, hanging between two pillars of fused bone. The visage of a horrific demon carved in bloodstone rises up from a base of skulls
and stone. A noxious smell rises in the air as bubbles pop along the surface of a fountain made of twisted stone, a few ghastly hearts bobbing along the surface. A slow oozing of
blood runs the length of this black cross. Scuff marks marring the shiny casing, this small clock has been abandoned. An engraved stone fragment lies here barely perceptible as it
juts up from the ground. A jolly plump snowman resembling Caitryn is here, staring at you coolly. A sleek pocketbelt is on the ground. There are 2 jolly plump snowmen here. A jolly
plump snowman resembling Lixan is here, staring at you coolly. A jolly plump snowman resembling Ario is here, staring at you coolly. A leather vialbelt dyed a vibrant shade of
azure has been left to gather dust here. There are 13 pair of large charcoals eyes here. There are 8 heaping pile of snows here. There are 8 exterminated corncob pipes here. There
are 10 carrots nose here. A pink candle, smelling faintly of strawberries, sits here. A miniature gargoyle stands here, "Cadeyrn" carved into the stone of its chest. Dripping with
blood, an inverted pentagram floats in mid-air. A sallow mare stands here idly. A gloomy little sable kitten sits here, meowing pitifully. A kohdon scout stands here eyeing his
surroundings with an impassionated stare. A graceful silver mare prances here, tossing her flower-wreathed head. Anointed with blood, a heinous demonic jackal crouches here baring
gleaming teeth. An elite elegantly dressed Noctusari is manning a bolt thrower here. She has twenty bolts. From its perch, a night black hawk watches you intently with steady
golden eyes. Stamping his golden hooves and tossing his crimson mane, this blooded warhorse stands here bearing a regal strength. There are 4 ravenous hounds here. Smoky tendrils
constantly twisting and weaving around a towering demon statue, a shadow servant is here. A dire silvered cougar stalks through the area, seeking prey. There are 17 elite Diavlous
Knights here. A plain-looking woman watches the skies, idly testing her bowstring. There are 8 elite elegantly dressed Noctusaris here. Resembling a ghoulish statue, a Xiur
shielder stands here, the writhing slaves lashed to his shield chittering insanely to passersby. There are 3 elite Wytch flesh menders here. Bright blue eyes gazing at her
surroundings, an albino yearling stands impatiently here, occasionally swatting the air with an agile hoof. An Imperial page is here, a small kit tucked securely under one arm.
Harbinger of the Damned, Cadeyrn Vaskal is here, his incorporeal form ever-shifting. He wields a Souledge Sabre in his left hand and a lunar shield in his right.
You see exits leading east, southeast, west, northwest, and up.
You have reached your destination.
H:400(100%) M:433(88%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:96) <eb db> [H] 1:03
You say, "And three."
H:400(100%) M:433(88%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:95) <eb db> [H] 1:03
You have recovered your breath and can smoke once more.
H:400(100%) M:433(88%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:95) <eb db> [H] 1:03
You say, "Two."
H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:95) <eb db> [H] 1:03
You feel an aura of rebounding surround you.
[ Defence ]: anti-weapon field+
H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:03
You say, "One."
H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.34 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:04
Your faith increases as Pellerin falls by your hand.
You have slain Pellerin.
[ Slain ]: [ Pellerin KILLED ]
[ Slain ]: [ Pellerin KILLED ]
[ Slain ]: [ Pellerin KILLED ]
queue reset all
queue eqbal get body
[ 106->107 ]: +175,720 [33,359,731]
H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:04
BALANCE queue cleared.
EQUILIBRIUM queue cleared.
EQBAL queue cleared.
H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:04
Get body added to your EQBAL queue.
I see no "body" to take.
H:400(100%) M:429(87%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:04
[ Masochism ]: CURED
Cadeyrn utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
H:400(100%) M:454(92%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:04
Cadeyrn opens the bevor of his plate helm.
Harbinger of the Damned, Cadeyrn Vaskal says, "Impressive."
Cadeyrn quickly closes the bevor of his plate helm.
H:400(100%) M:471(96%) XP:52.59 (0) (E:100) <eb db> [H] 1:04
You wink.
As Baasche, riding a black and white mare moves out towards the south the temperature of the room rises, ice footprints following in his wake.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Septus.
[ T A R G E T - H A S - R E B O U N D I N G ]
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Septus howls as a noble kestrel hacks into him.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Septus secures his previously wielded items and instantly draws a lunar shield into his left hand, with a blackened steel sabre flowing into the right.
Septus's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
-= TARGET LOST REBOUNDING =-
Septus raises a blackened steel sabre over his head and begins to swing it in a wide circle, gaining speed as he goes.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
The temperature in the room drops as Baasche, riding a black and white mare, moves in from the south, his steps leaving frosted footprints.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Septus begins to bear down on Baasche with a blackened steel sabre.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Septus howls as a noble kestrel hacks into him.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Baasche quickly eats a piece of kelp.
Baasche's colour returns to his face.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Baasche concentrates on purging toxins from his body.
Baasche's skin color returns to normal and his sweating subsides.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Baasche quickly eats a toadstool.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Baasche takes a drink from a shiny black-painted sinn vial.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
As Baasche, riding a black and white mare moves out towards the south the temperature of the room rises, ice footprints following in his wake.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
The temperature in the room drops as Baasche, riding a black and white mare, moves in from the south, his steps leaving frosted footprints.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Baasche barks at a noble kestrel, ordering it to attack Septus.
Baasche secures his previously wielded items and instantly draws a curved sabre into his left hand, with an ink-stained snowy marble tablet flowing into the right.
Baasche whips a curved sabre through the air in front of Septus, to no effect.
Baasche swings a curved sabre powerfully at Septus.
Baasche concentrates, and a searing image of the fehu rune suddenly flares on Septus's skin.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.36%
Screaming out a warcry of pure strength, Septus brings his sabre crashing straight down on the head of Baasche. With unbelievable power, Septus's sabre rips through Baasche's entire body, cleaving it asunder and killing him instantly.
Septus has slain Baasche.
You have reached the illustrious pk level of 53 and your soul cries out in ecstasy at your new rank of Majestic.
You gain 257,301 experience. You need 75,336,763 more for level 91.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% rt lol
(Ring): You say, "Lol."
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67%
Septus's eyes close suddenly as he falls asleep.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67%
Septus howls as a noble kestrel hacks into him.
Septus wakes up with a gasp of pain.
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67% rt LOL
(Ring): You say, "LOL."
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67%
(Ring): Septus says, "Wooooo."
477/100h, 256/100m, 100D- (0-bld) (ebdb) 11.67%
say suriel
You say, "Suriell."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
You fumble about drunkenly.
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
You say, "Suhhriel."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
You say, "Suiiel."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
You say, "Surxial."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
You say, "SUrieel."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
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Flying above A desolate sandy track. (road).
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
The divine voice of Eoghan reverberates powerfully, "The diabolus and morphae are cruel, and wish to revel in your antics. I am much kinder. If you no longer wish to be drunk, let me know."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
You say, "Sursel."
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:fdb arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
say suriel
You say, "Suriel."
You quickly utter "Suriel" and the angel's wings attempt to swiftly carry you far above the clouds.
On the clouds.
This has been marked as holy ground. A meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An elegant white letter is in danger of being soiled here. A gold-inlaid symbol has been abandoned here. A pile of rubble lies here.
637/637h 480/480m 0e 0w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0 fanatism: 0
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
Iniar swings a nacreous Scepter of Protection and it flares with sudden power.
Auriel is suddenly dragged away into a distance.
Jules, riding an armoured battle stallion named Firebait is suddenly dragged away into a distance.
Your surroundings suddenly blur and a great force drags you away into a distance.
...
You close your eyes momentarily and extend the range of your vision, seeking out the presence of Iniar.
You see that Iniar is at Ancient barrow mound in the Reate Forest.
You sense a total of 1 individual at that location.
Equilibrium Taken: 1.05s
H:550/550 M:460/460 B:0 <-b pp> <fdb> D:0 F:0 K:0 farsee iniar iniar
You must regain your equilibrium first.
H:550/550 M:460/430 B:0 <-b pp> <fdb> D:0 F:0 K:0
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
H:550/550 M:460/430 B:0 <eb pp> <fdb> D:0 F:0 K:0 wyrm track iniar
light pipes
You track Iniar to Imperial Parade nearing the gates of Stavenn.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
You may eat another toadstool.
THE SACRIFICES!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgVn10sMAZo&t=24
https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/a210ff1c
Stavenn..how?