I just thought he was joking when he said the mobs on Prin hit hard...
"Oh, you think Prin is your ally, but you merely adopted Prin. I was born on it, molded by it. I didn't see dragonform until I was already a man, and by then it was more like dargon form. Prin betrays you because it belongs to me."
6319h, 4671m, 20200w, 27625e ex|cdbkr- nil (20:41:53.266)issue me I just want to apologise for the previous issue. I scrubbed out and was trying to worm cancel in a room where there wasn't a wormhole -_- Sorry
Repairing this jewellery will cost 1694949 gold, which you do not have.
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
(Market): You say, "Totems don't move. Challenge yourself, rune a dragon! Buying hunting runes."
PROMPT- 22:31:28.975
You hold no "gold".
PROMPT- 22:31:29.298
The radiant sun shines all about you.
PROMPT- 22:31:45.673
Crythril suddenly falls into view from the sky above you with a terrified scream, plummeting head
first to the surface with a sickening crunch.
PROMPT- 22:31:48.684
Crythril takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.
PROMPT- 22:31:48.986
Crythril puts on a suit of ancient dragonscale armour.
PROMPT- 22:31:51.243
Crythril flips a Shield of Absorption over his head with practised ease, lashing it to the hooks on
a leather backstrap.
PROMPT- 22:31:51.547
With a pointed stick, Crythril begins sketching a rune on you.
Hiroma tells you, "I just got to listen to someone complain about your deadly axekick being the bane of their existence." Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk." Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
You say in a faintly sibilant voice, "Going to try and portal."
You draw a circle in the air with your wand, and a fiery outline appears.
You dip your fingers into the cool water of the bowl, willing it to reveal the location of Sherazad. An image of the Temple of Evil appears reflected within the bowl, shifting with the rippling water to display Atop a pillar surrounded by flames. (?)
A fiery portal opens in the air before you.
You step through a fiery portal. Atop a pillar surrounded by flames. Oppressive flames surround the entirety of this platform, though no heat emanates from them. They appear to burn hotly and shift between blue and green hues, flickering silently. Beyond the flames, the sky is crimson with huge columns of twisting winged creatures that flow soundlessly in massive, grouped formations. Underfoot extremely smooth tiles of black and charcoal basalt are held in place by a bloodsteel framework that runs between and around them. The high polish on the tiles reflects the surrounding flames as they dance in miniature below. Distorting the air, a rift of explosive fire churns in midair. Moving in malevolent silence, a column of tiny daemonites swirls with unholy slowness. Daemonic Hand Sherazad Tasath is here. Sartan, the Malevolent stands here ominously, fiery red veins throbbing across His towering form. There are no obvious exits.
You cough softly.
Upon an infernal island (indoors). There are 5 crimson-skinned daemons here. There are no obvious exits. You are transported by the power of the Divine.
Swinging his mighty sword, a crimson-skinned daemon slices into your shoulder with ease. Swinging his mighty sword, a crimson-skinned daemon slices into your shoulder with ease. A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally crashing into you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling. A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally crashing into you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling. Whipping around in a frenzy, a crimson-skinned daemon slashes his sharp claws through your abdomen and blood spews out of the wound. You have been slain by a crimson-skinned daemon.
A few minutes later...
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "You have unfavourably attracted My attention, Shadowed Moonbow."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "Uh oh."
Verily raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Shepherdess of the Stars, Verily Ravensong whispers, "Wouldn't be the first time you've done that."
(Mudlet Clan): Dortheron says, "I assume you're using Mudlet 2.1?"
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "Yes, downloaded the newest version some 4 minutes ago."
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "I wasn't having these problems the day before last, they just suddenly sprung up. No new software or any activity at all."
(Mudlet Clan): Dortheron says, "Have you tried loading up a previously saved profile?"
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "Yes, that's a crash as well."
(Mudlet Clan): Dortheron says, "Hmmm, sounds like the God of Mudlet hates you ."
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And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk."
Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
but then I saw the runing O.o. Not sure how that happened
You draw a circle in the air with your wand, and a fiery outline appears.
You dip your fingers into the cool water of the bowl, willing it to reveal the location of Sherazad.
An image of the Temple of Evil appears reflected within the bowl, shifting with the rippling water to display
Atop a pillar surrounded by flames. (?)
A fiery portal opens in the air before you.
You step through a fiery portal.
Atop a pillar surrounded by flames.
Oppressive flames surround the entirety of this platform, though no heat emanates from them. They appear to
burn hotly and shift between blue and green hues, flickering silently. Beyond the flames, the sky is crimson
with huge columns of twisting winged creatures that flow soundlessly in massive, grouped formations. Underfoot
extremely smooth tiles of black and charcoal basalt are held in place by a bloodsteel framework that runs
between and around them. The high polish on the tiles reflects the surrounding flames as they dance in
miniature below. Distorting the air, a rift of explosive fire churns in midair. Moving in malevolent silence,
a column of tiny daemonites swirls with unholy slowness. Daemonic Hand Sherazad Tasath is here. Sartan, the
Malevolent stands here ominously, fiery red veins throbbing across His towering form.
There are no obvious exits.
You cough softly.
Upon an infernal island (indoors).
There are 5 crimson-skinned daemons here.
There are no obvious exits.
You are transported by the power of the Divine.
Swinging his mighty sword, a crimson-skinned daemon slices into your shoulder with ease.
Swinging his mighty sword, a crimson-skinned daemon slices into your shoulder with ease.
A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally crashing into
you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling.
A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally crashing into
you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling.
Whipping around in a frenzy, a crimson-skinned daemon slashes his sharp claws through your abdomen and blood
spews out of the wound.
You have been slain by a crimson-skinned daemon.
A few minutes later...
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "You have
unfavourably attracted My attention, Shadowed Moonbow."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "Uh oh."
Verily raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Shepherdess of the Stars, Verily Ravensong whispers, "Wouldn't be the first time you've done that."
[spoiler]I died again.[/spoiler]
This literally just happened...
(Mudlet Clan): Dortheron says, "I assume you're using Mudlet 2.1?"
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "Yes, downloaded the newest version some 4 minutes ago."
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "I wasn't having these problems the day before last, they just suddenly sprung up. No new software or any activity at all."
(Mudlet Clan): Dortheron says, "Have you tried loading up a previously saved profile?"
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "Yes, that's a crash as well."
(Mudlet Clan): Dortheron says, "Hmmm, sounds like the God of Mudlet hates you ."
(Mudlet Clan): Kittia says, "Vadi hates me?"
@Vadimuses
Eat like a caveman, train like a beast. Champions are not born, they are made.
Svof
Mudlet Discord join up
You discern that you are in Eleusis.
Your environment conforms to that of Trees.
You are in the Prime Material Plane.
Your soul burns as, at the behest of Harmonia, the power of Sartan sears it.