Ayleth's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. Ayleth snaps her massive jaws close around you, flinging you effortlessly into the air before catching you with a second powerful bite. You have been slain by Ayleth. Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red. A jet-black falcon falls out of your inventory. This death has fulfilled a personal order writ against you. 5874h, 5231m, 26018e, 16818w ex-[]: So fell the throks of Rathnu.(insomnia)(13:9:26:907) You have recovered balance on all limbs. 5874h, 5231m, 26018e, 16818w ex-(13:9:26:950) You are pulled to the south by an unseen force. Base of the Eleusian Gatehouse. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Wearing a deep green cloak, a Tsol'aa archer calmly surveys the area. A blue roan ambles about here, tail swishing. Elias the Gatekeeper is here, standing watch. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A stubborn mule wanders about here, nosing at the ground. A large oak tree stands here, a silent reminder of a legend. There are 2 woodland rangers here. Ever at the ready, a Briar Knight stands here. A treekin warrior stands here surveying the area with a cautious eye. An ornately carved cairn stone dominates the area. A magnificent sign has been placed carefully in the ground here, bearing a proclamation. A snowy war horse stands here, stamping impatiently. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. There are 3 monolith sigils in 3 groups here. A sylvanic quarterstaff lies on the ground, verdant with vines. Twitching its wings, a charcoal black hippogriff majestically stands here. Stretching its wings in an impressive display is an ebony pegasus, its dark coat absorbing the surrounding light. A common red admiral butterfly flits about over your head. A wooden chest with a lining of green velvet is here. A stone bench is here. A wooden stool is here. Sentinel Raven Grondson, Oaken Hand is here. He wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Death Dealer Pharaus Kanku'Dai, Reaper of the Living is here. He wields an ornate steel rapier in each hand. You see exits leading north and up. Your attention is grabbed and held by a fascinating butterfly-like rune. You spy a fehu rune on a totem. You feel incredibly tired, and fall asleep immediately. You spy a fehu rune on a totem. You spy a fehu rune on a totem. 5874h, 5231m, 26018e, 16818w ex-(13:9:26:972)
Hamstring should hit rebounding. So should brokenstar. In fact, blademasters should just not be able to cure legs, because marbles blademasters. Especially the ones that are super obnoxious and just run while draining willpower.
Hamstring should hit rebounding. So should brokenstar. In fact, blademasters should just not be able to cure legs, because marbles blademasters. Especially the ones that are super obnoxious and just run while draining willpower.
I'm sorry. I only run and drain willpower because I'm too bad to actually kill anyone in a reasonable amount of time.
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Go fuck yourself bro
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Ayleth's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Ayleth snaps her massive jaws close around you, flinging you effortlessly into the air before
catching you with a second powerful bite.
You have been slain by Ayleth.
Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
A jet-black falcon falls out of your inventory.
This death has fulfilled a personal order writ against you.
5874h, 5231m, 26018e, 16818w ex-[]: So fell the throks of Rathnu.(insomnia)(13:9:26:907)
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
5874h, 5231m, 26018e, 16818w ex-(13:9:26:950)
You are pulled to the south by an unseen force.
Base of the Eleusian Gatehouse.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Wearing a deep green cloak,
a Tsol'aa archer calmly surveys the area. A blue roan ambles about here, tail swishing. Elias the
Gatekeeper is here, standing watch. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A stubborn mule
wanders about here, nosing at the ground. A large oak tree stands here, a silent reminder of a
legend. There are 2 woodland rangers here. Ever at the ready, a Briar Knight stands here. A treekin
warrior stands here surveying the area with a cautious eye. An ornately carved cairn stone dominates
the area. A magnificent sign has been placed carefully in the ground here, bearing a proclamation. A
snowy war horse stands here, stamping impatiently. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver
sigil. There are 3 monolith sigils in 3 groups here. A sylvanic quarterstaff lies on the ground,
verdant with vines. Twitching its wings, a charcoal black hippogriff majestically stands here.
Stretching its wings in an impressive display is an ebony pegasus, its dark coat absorbing the
surrounding light. A common red admiral butterfly flits about over your head. A wooden chest with a
lining of green velvet is here. A stone bench is here. A wooden stool is here. Sentinel Raven
Grondson, Oaken Hand is here. He wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Death
Dealer Pharaus Kanku'Dai, Reaper of the Living is here. He wields an ornate steel rapier in each
hand.
You see exits leading north and up.
Your attention is grabbed and held by a fascinating butterfly-like rune.
You spy a fehu rune on a totem.
You feel incredibly tired, and fall asleep immediately.
You spy a fehu rune on a totem.
You spy a fehu rune on a totem.
5874h, 5231m, 26018e, 16818w ex-(13:9:26:972)
Nice defense overall.
i'm a rebel
i'm a rebel
i'm a rebel
i'm a rebel