=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-((( Gnaeus eats aurum flake! ))) =x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-
=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-((( Gnaeus smoked! ))) =x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-
=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-((( Gnaeus smoked! ))) =x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-
A small grey-brown rattlesnake rattles his tail in warning before he slithers forward to bite you.
You are confused as to the effects of the venom.
You focus your mind intently on curing your mental maladies.
Prudence rules your psyche once again. (0.069s)
=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-((( Gnaeus eats magnesium chip! ))) =x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-=x=-
Gnaeus stands up.
Gnaeus applies a quicksilver droplet to himself.
"Ahah!" Gnaeus exclaims triumphantly.
You nod your head emphatically.
A ghostly apparition vanishes from sight to the west.
[north, west -
Gnaeus (1)]
You put an iron-tipped whip into a wyvernskin pack.
You slide Thoth's fang into a serpentine sheath with a quiet 'swish'.
You take a Lupine bow from a wyvernskin pack.
You start to wield a Lupine bow in your hands.
Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
You pull an arrow from your quiver and nock it to your bow.
You train your expert eye on Gnaeus and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision.
Your arrow strikes true!
You take a long drag off your pipe. (3 malachite left)
You have recovered balance on all limbs. (2.303s)
You pull an arrow from your quiver and nock it to your bow.
You train your expert eye on Gnaeus and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision.
Your arrow strikes true!
A small grey-brown rattlesnake arcs forward to sink his fangs in your ankle.
You are confused as to the effects of the venom.
You have recovered balance on all limbs. (2.408s)
You are:
deaf.
blind.
an insomniac.
overcome by dizziness.
suffering from voyria. (4.7s)
You focus your mind intently on curing your mental maladies.
You are no longer dizzy. (0.166s)
You take a drink from a cedarwood vial.
Mercifully, the voyria venom has been cleansed from your body.
The tonic burns through your veins, destroying the deadly poisons that are killing you. (0.174s)
You have recovered equilibrium. (0.747s)
Your mind is able to focus once again.
Beautiful garden.
Everything about you is obscured by a heavy fog. Tiny songbirds can be heard chirping in a sweet melody, while barely discernable movement in the forest suggests the presence of other small animals.
As a gentle breeze passes through the area, the leaves rattle in a melodic rhythm of their own, sounding much like the soft beat of lightly falling rain. The sweet scent of wildflowers looms here with
an uncountable number of the iridescent flowers lining the ground. A stream lightly tumbles over a pile of rocks before coming to rest in a shallow pool. This area exudes peace and would make even the
most heartless of warriors almost joyous by simply standing here. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. A
small black cobra is flaring its hood here. A small grey-brown rattlesnake is coiled here, rattling menacingly.
Comments
O_o
4567h, 2252m, 20870e, 16077w cxkdb-[R]01:06:46:652
still team tho
They are good scientists, I approve.