Tomast the Cleric says, "It's interesting, what sorts of things go on in the back alleys of Caanae, when you think no-one is watching. Vote today, and I will have a sudden and permanent lapse in memory. Otherwise..." Vote for Imperian at: http://www.imperian.com/vote
You spur your mount in a wide circle, building up momentum for a charge to the south.
A crackling wall of Moradeim energy suddenly appears over the south exit.
Calais presses a shard firmly against a focused wall of crackling Moradeim energy to the south, and it shatters in an outburst of disruptive Sukhder energy.
An arrow flies towards you from the south.
You narrowly dodge the arrow.
Swinging an archaic gilded claymore above your head, you lead your mount in a charge to the south.
An arrow flies towards you from the south.
You narrowly dodge the arrow.
Charging in, you give an exultant shout as you drive an archaic gilded claymore through Kryss's neck, shearing through skin, tendon, artery, and bone, completely separating her head from her body.
You bid your ouroboros to seek out life presences nearby.
Mathiaus is at Tangle of brush and scree, at 284 health and 89 mana.
Ozreas is at Tangle of brush and scree, at 434 health and 431 mana.
Iniar is at Fork in the road before a large boulder, at 480 health and 546 mana.
Equilibrium Taken: 4.11s
Tangle of brush and scree.
A smattering of clouds fills the sky, lacing it with spiderwebs of grey. A runic stone monolith is embedded in the ground.
A massive crystal hovers in the air, spinning rapidly. Mathiaus Reopev, The Sentinel is here, a soft glow of a multi-coloured aura surrounding him. He is holding a massive shield in his left hand. Ozreas al-Hamasa is here, a scintillating aura of light surrounding him. He wields a weathered silver shield in his left hand and a blood-stained veritum sabre in his right.
You see a single exit leading southeast.
You have reached your destination.
Mathiaus Reopev, The Sentinel says, "Course."
Mathiaus Reopev, The Sentinel says, "Run out of mana."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
Mathiaus Reopev, The Sentinel says, "Go figure."
demon catharsis Mathiaus|
Autocuring disabled.
Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
You have lost the anti-weapon field defence.
You command your Ouroboros to tear the soul from Mathiaus. Faster than the eye can follow, its blood-red hands shoot out and quickly burrow into the chest of Mathiaus who begins screaming as his body bucks and convulses from the massive shock. Peeling back its lips to reveal its maw, the Ouroboros roars in triumph and rips its powerful arms backwards, dragging an ephemeral, spiderweb substance with it: Mathiaus's soul.
Your faith increases as Mathiaus falls by your hand.
Messing around with Iniar and he gets tired of my treant picking on him. Hilarity ensues.
Iniar's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. Iniar throws a shard against the ground and an intimidating ghastly figure slowly emerges, almost visibly radiating a feeling of pure terror and oppression. The figure directs its gaze at an elite smoldering treant, who pales visibly. A shrouded spore-thrower, a shrouded spore-thrower, a sirenflower ghoul, an aloof river selkie shaman, eighteen elite ferine lycaean knights, fourteen elite smoldering treants, and seven elite smoldering treants spring to an elite smoldering treant's defence.
"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."
A small silvery stone is here, surrounded in haze. His amber eyes gazing serenely about him, a large cream colored Graytrem
draft stallion stands here in a regal manner. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is
for sale.
You see a single exit leading west.
diag
You are:
afflicted by horrible asthma.
impatient.
anorexic.
extremely oily.
plagued with a weakened immune system.
paralysed.
blind.
deaf.
an insomniac.
Equilibrium Taken: 0.62s
You have regained your mental equilibrium.
dustthrow cure iniar
Your muscles cry out in agony as you try to call them to action.
Help!
Caelya, riding a strapping buckskin mare, charges in from the east, light reflecting off of a brutish steel claymore with a
wooden hilt.
She is followed by a watchful hound.
Charging in, Caelya gives an exultant shout as she drives a brutish steel claymore with a wooden hilt through your neck,
shearing through skin, tendon, artery, and bone, completely separating your head from your body.
You have lost the insomnia defence.
Your faith decreases as you fall to the might of Caelya.
First day back... Did undead become rich or something?
You utter a prayer and smite an armoured wraith's head. Damage dealt: 95 Remaining: 0.00% Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less. The final blow is too much, you have slain an armoured wraith. You take a king's ransom of golden sovereigns from the corpse as you pick it up. Balance Taken: 3.08s [H:344(95)|M:274(100)|F:0|B:1](dbe-|48.30%) ->You possess 54 items and are carrying 1180 gold sovereigns.
First day back... Did undead become rich or something?
You utter a prayer and smite an armoured wraith's head. Damage dealt: 95 Remaining: 0.00% Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less. The final blow is too much, you have slain an armoured wraith. You take a king's ransom of golden sovereigns from the corpse as you pick it up. Balance Taken: 3.08s [H:344(95)|M:274(100)|F:0|B:1](dbe-|48.30%) ->You possess 54 items and are carrying 1180 gold sovereigns.
Third mob it's happened on.
It happens some times...just like my collection of 23 gladiator betting tickets in about five hours for hunting.
And after clearing the wraith wave (only about 20 of them, Shou was in there too ) -> You are holding: a gruesome rabbit's foot charm, 2 pairs of scorched fishhook earrings, a lich-eye amulet, an extravagant plumed helm, a king chess piece, the left half of an antique locket, the right half of an antique locket, a pair of elegant onyx cufflinks.
Those drop rates seem... Exceedingly borked. @Jeremy@Garryn ?
A veteran battle mage says, "Welcome Ashani! If you require transport to Kinsarmar I can use my arts to summon you a coach at a moment's notice." Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || You feel your density return to normal. increase mass Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || You will your body to become extremely dense and heavy. Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || say yeah, no You say, "Yeah, no." Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || e Upon the lakeshore. (road). --- Area 74: The Reate Forest ----- v7541 --- / \ [ ] [ ]-[ ] / [ ] \ / | | \ | x \ [ ] [ ]- - - - - - -[ ]-[ ]-[ ] [ ] / / / \ | \ | \ | \ -[ ] [ ]- - -[ ]-[ ]-[ ] [ ] / \ | / | \ [ ]-[ ]- - -[ ]- - - - - - -[ ] | | | | \ | | | | [ ]- - - - - | | | \ / / | | | [ ]-[+] / / | | | / / / [ ]- + -[ ] [ ]-[ ] [ ]-[ ] [ ]-[ ]- - - | x | \ \ / | | | [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]-[ ]- - - + -[ ]- - - | / | / | | | / | / | [ ]- - -[ ] | | / [ ]-[ ] | | | | | / | | | | | | | [ ] | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | [ ] | | | | | | | / \ --- Upon the lakeshore ---------- -10:4:0 --- Walking with her head down, a Lamiran woman is unable to look you in the eye. You see exits leading southwest, west, and northwest. Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || nw You start plodding carefully across the constructed trenches. <---oops? Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || se There is no exit in that direction. Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || A pillared dockside path. ------------------- v7307 ------------------- / \ | | [>] [ ]- - -[ ]-[ ]-[ ]-[ ] | | | [S] | [>] [<] [ ]-[<] | | [>] [<] [S] | [ ] | | | [ ]- - -[_]-[<]-[ ] | | [>] | [+] \
--- A pillared dockside path ----- 0:-5:0 --- 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. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A few small pieces spilling out, a bag of bread crumbs lies here. There are 17 elite Runeguard Knights here. There are 3 elite Mages of Kinsarmar here. Trenches have been dug at this location, surrounded by dangerously gleaming barbed wires. You see exits leading north, southeast, and in (closed door). An elite Runeguard Knight takes a quick step forward and spins slightly, stabbing both swords forward to bury in you. Raising his staff high, an elite Mage of Kinsarmar sends lightning arcing from its tip to sear your flesh. An elite Runeguard Knight takes a quick step forward and spins slightly, stabbing both swords forward to bury in you. You have been slain by an elite Runeguard Knight. You have nothing that can be stored in the Rift.
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Septus says, "Not Ashani!"
when you think no-one is watching. Vote today, and I will have a sudden and permanent lapse in
memory. Otherwise..."
Vote for Imperian at: http://www.imperian.com/vote
Septus says, "Not Ashani!"
Septus says, "Not Ashani!"
Iniar's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Iniar throws a shard against the ground and an intimidating ghastly figure slowly emerges, almost visibly
radiating a feeling of pure terror and oppression.
The figure directs its gaze at an elite smoldering treant, who pales visibly.
A shrouded spore-thrower, a shrouded spore-thrower, a sirenflower ghoul, an aloof river selkie shaman,
eighteen elite ferine lycaean knights, fourteen elite smoldering treants, and seven elite smoldering
treants spring to an elite smoldering treant's defence.
Septus says, "Not Ashani!"
Lorccan - The Mounted Cephyreid [9468] - Ithaquan Council.
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I don't know if there is a venue large enough to accommodate when he squares off with Bathan in the epic Battle of the Big Blades.
The tissue of the stomach lining settles down in a corner to sleep.
Septus says, "Not Ashani!"
"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 utter a prayer and smite an armoured wraith's head.
Damage dealt: 95 Remaining: 0.00%
Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less.
The final blow is too much, you have slain an armoured wraith.
You take a king's ransom of golden sovereigns from the corpse as you pick it up.
Balance Taken: 3.08s
[H:344(95)|M:274(100)|F:0|B:1](dbe-|48.30%)
->You possess 54 items and are carrying 1180 gold sovereigns.
Third mob it's happened on.
->
You are holding:
a gruesome rabbit's foot charm, 2 pairs of scorched fishhook earrings, a lich-eye amulet, an extravagant plumed helm, a king chess piece, the left half
of an antique locket, the right half of an antique locket, a pair of elegant onyx cufflinks.
Those drop rates seem... Exceedingly borked. @Jeremy @Garryn ?
A veteran battle mage says, "Welcome Ashani! If you require transport to Kinsarmar I can use my arts
to summon you a coach at a moment's notice."
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] ||
You feel your density return to normal.
increase mass
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] ||
You will your body to become extremely dense and heavy.
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || say yeah, no
You say, "Yeah, no."
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || e
Upon the lakeshore. (road).
--- Area 74: The Reate Forest ----- v7541 ---
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--- Upon the lakeshore ---------- -10:4:0 ---
Walking with her head down, a Lamiran woman is unable to look you in the eye.
You see exits leading southwest, west, and northwest.
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || nw
You start plodding carefully across the constructed trenches. <---oops?
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] || se
There is no exit in that direction.
Health:361 Mana:274 (eb) #0 [0|0|0] ||
A pillared dockside path.
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[>] [ ]- - -[ ]-[ ]-[ ]-[ ]
| | |
[S] | [>] [<] [ ]-[<]
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[>] [<] [S] | [ ]
| | |
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--- A pillared dockside path ----- 0:-5:0 ---
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. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular
monolith is on the ground. A few small pieces spilling out, a bag of bread crumbs lies here. There
are 17 elite Runeguard Knights here. There are 3 elite Mages of Kinsarmar here. Trenches have been
dug at this location, surrounded by dangerously gleaming barbed wires.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and in (closed door).
An elite Runeguard Knight takes a quick step forward and spins slightly, stabbing both swords forward
to bury in you.
Raising his staff high, an elite Mage of Kinsarmar sends lightning arcing from its tip to sear your
flesh.
An elite Runeguard Knight takes a quick step forward and spins slightly, stabbing both swords forward
to bury in you.
You have been slain by an elite Runeguard Knight.
You have nothing that can be stored in the Rift.
Septus says, "Not Ashani!"