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Became Hierophant in Eleusis today. :)

There's a gate to prevent you from walking through until the lift is there. That gate can be opened..

Finally...

An uphill battle that got so dreary she started dying preventable deaths near the stretch mark because I was so bored. Glad it is over now.

I remember back before Ryssa was logosian, ~30 or so(?), and she and @Synthus were hunting in Creville. I think we just cleared the basement level, and were taking the lift to the higher floors. Didn't get off immediately cause were chatting, and the lift started to drop. It just kept going back down to where, I'm pretty sure our shared thought was: "Oh gods, what deAmoN is bringing us back to the basement??!!" Getting all hyped for a fight when it was to stop, and a fellow youngster just stepped in with a wave, saying, "I fell down the elevator shaft." shrug Just the picture in mind of a fully armoured Xoran and flighty bardy bird all tense thinking they're gonna die in that tiny lift, just for that youngster to step on. The image makes me laugh every time.

Ah, and @Zachariel and the encounter with the lightning eagle. Fun times :) We both died.

Edit: typo

I remember perhaps my first significant sea battle, was captaining a ship with a crew of Imyyr, Katalyst, Poergh, and I think one or two others against I believe Ellodin and his crew. We were essentially sailing around each other, making passes, firing on each other but no one really able to get the upper hand. Even managed to get close enough once for a boarding party to go over and I have no idea how that didn't end it. So we keep going at it, and eventually end up casting a bunch of whirlpool spells trying to trap each other. This was all before I had even reached Logosian, and I got so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize my character was getting tired. Ended up passing out at the helm, and I swear I saw Imyyr just roll his eyes and step over me to take over while I took a cat nap on deck in the middle of battle. Woke up refreshed, took back over, and after a while both ships decided that was enough and we went our separate ways.

10270h, 7015m, 31266e, 25192w ex-

You entirely deplete the charge of an armoured charge tank, a rolling wave of cleansing flame

reaching out from it to engulf all nearby.

The flames engulf Entaro, leaving him unharmed and somehow greater than before.

The flame engulfs you but does not burn; you feel your spirits soaring to ever greater heights as

your strength becomes more.

Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 127.

You have reached the illustrious level of 8th Level of Penwizian Fortitude.

Nicola arrives from the ether.

Nicola puts the corpse of a baby rat into an exquisite urn.

An exquisite urn flares momentarily, consuming the corpse of a baby rat.

A guardhouse. (indoors)

Carved directly into the mountainside, the interior of this cavernous room boasts smooth stone walls, broken only by archer slits and murder holes at regular intervals. Scattered piles of weapons and armour, composed of various sizes and in a state of decay and misuse, lie discarded here, forgotten by their owners. A small wooden door offers the only exit from this guardhouse. An exquisitely crafted urn, menacing in stygian hues, rests on the ground here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A stoic attendant stands here, garbed in rich crimson clothing. A logosmas stocking has been hung here, awaiting gifts. There are 5 Blackrock clerics here. Nicola is here, wreathed in divine fire.

You see a single exit leading east.

9231h, 7656m, 34752e, 20620w cexkdb-

Standing approximately three feet tall and possessing a wide mouth that tapers to a thinner neck before flaring out again at the base, this urn is a flawless masterpiece. No careless rough spots or ridges mar its glazed surface and the care taken in the fine painting that adorns it shows the deft touch of a master artisan. Darkest ebony forms the basecoat of this piece, its stygian hues contrasting with the bright crimson splashed over the surface. Within the crimson, the outlines of humanoid figures can be seen, their hands raised in worship or wielding vague, cruel weapons. The border of the piece is outlined in a textured, hazy carmine, creating the impression of a foggy landscape. It is currently brimming with energy.

It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).

You see a crimson garbed attendant yell, "Ah, wonderful! I am now able to give the sphere to those of the city of sufficient rank that request it!"

Nicola leaves to the ether.

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I don't know if this was mechanically necessary or just trolling but if the latter, fantastic work @Nicola