I could have sworn that the slain line was from an alternative Maim's quest which results in her death during the ritual instead of... You know.... Walking up and punching her in the face until dead.
*sigh* I am too silly to have an actual log or anything useful, so maybe I can in the future. But something that I cannot help but laugh about happened. Hasar, Chiam, Proficy, and Crixos came into the city and set up shop at the scrapyard. Well...Aethelwulf calls for a deliver and silly me does del aeth....((My alias)) and I delivered Aethas instead! Then saw Aethelwulf die...I said...I am so not doing that anymore! ((I'll need to spell it out or find a better way!)) Just thought I'd share that here!
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
Jukilian says in a low, croaking voice, "I might be leaving, so I'll let you borrow this."
Jukilian gives dark, enveloping magus robes to you.
You say, "What's this do?"
--- I probe them... ---
Made from an unknown material, these robes are a deep black colour that is reminiscent of the darkest night. The long sleeves that extend out to the knuckles on each hand and the large, concealing hood protect much of the wearer's figure from being distinguished. This entire set of robes appears to have no trace of seams along the strange fabric and it flows with ease as the wearer moves about.
It weighs about 5 pounds.
It is on the light side, offering some protection from the cold.
It possesses the artefact powers of batch_enchantments, constitution(3), faster_eq, health_regen(2), health_sip(2), intelligence(2), magic_damage(3), mana_regen(2), reduce_mana, reserves(2), tekura_accuracy(3), tuning, and willpower_regen.
It bears the distinctive mark of Jukilian.
You say, "....whoa."
You say, "EVERYTHING."
A low chuckle echoes from behind Jukilian's mask.
Jukilian says in a low, croaking voice, "Basically."
You slice into an elderly goblin with a sooty, steel longsword. You notice a terrible smell in the air and see that an elderly goblin is trying to look inconspicuous. You have slain an elderly goblin, retrieving the corpse.
You utter a prayer and smite a huge pulsating spider with a Deucalic mace.
Grumbling, a huge pulsating spider bares its teeth and slashes you with a broad-clawed paw.
Torinn utters a prayer and smites a huge pulsating spider with a spiritual mace.
You bleed 24 health. You utter a prayer and smite a huge pulsating spider with a Deucalic mace.
Grumbling, a huge pulsating spider bares its teeth and slashes you with a broad-clawed paw.
You utter a prayer and smite a huge pulsating spider with a Deucalic mace.
With a guttural growl, a huge pulsating spider stands up tall and wraps its hairy arms around you, constricting you and allowing it to lock its strong jaws around the top of your head. 4289h, 5127m, 14170e, 22203w cekdb-(-544h, 11.3%) (sip health)
Torinn utters a prayer and smites a huge pulsating spider with a spiritual mace. Torinn's angel flares its wings and flaps them powerfully at a huge pulsating spider, causing shards of crystal to tear through his flesh.
With a guttural growl, a huge pulsating spider stands up tall and wraps its hairy arms around you, constricting you and allowing it to lock its strong jaws around the top of your head. 4289h, 5127m, 14164e, 22203w cekdb-(-544h, 11.3%)
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A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Devout Ferrus says in a warm tabac-stained voice, "Give us some juice, admiral?"
You say with an Eastern accent, "Maybe if you ask nicely."
Devout Ferrus says in a warm tabac-stained voice, "Would his lordship, guardian of the oceans and most esteemed head of the Celestian Targossan Navy find it in his benevolent heart and kind to fill the sails with wind that we might bring this journey closer to its end."
Everything about you is obscured by a heavy fog. An obsidian eye sigil is here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. A crystalline golem stands here. There are 2 knights of the Maldaathi here. Snorting softly, a dappled grey destrier lingers in regal repose. The soft hush of rolling tides surrounds a seafoam nytrow, enmity burning in his gleaming red eye. A cluster of snow blossoms lies here, pale white and pink, shedding its perfume. A midnight blue draught horse stands patiently awaiting direction. You see a sign indicating there are WARES for sale here.
You see exits leading west (open door) and down (closed door).
You take seven rock bass and eight marble carp from a barnacle-encrusted bucket.
There are no more rock bass there.
(Chill out, start reading/responding to various mdor logs, chatting on a clan or two)
Medi arrives from the west.
Pure evil fills the room as a Baalzadeen emerges.
The scribe dutifully records your words: 2016/02/07 05:49:45 - Melodie > I've also <various interesting things>.
(Still chatting)
Jarpa dies, his defences no match for the relentless might of Vanquisher Medi Dracrotalus.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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He has helped Auntie Maim bring her nephew back from the dead. [for successfully completing her quest]
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
(Ashtan): You say, "Haikl, Daslin."
(Ashtan): Daslin says, "Hail, rather. Ignore that half-dying sound."
(Ashtan): Skarash says, "Welcome Daslin."
(Ashtan): Dortheron says, "Haikl, Daslin."
Dortheron tells you, "XD."
(Ashtan): Daslin says, "I'm going to kill you all."
Love you too, @Daslin.
--- I probe them... ---
You notice a terrible smell in the air and see that an elderly goblin is trying to look
inconspicuous.
You have slain an elderly goblin, retrieving the corpse.
...
wat
Please god no.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
"Spiderbear? Surely if I image search, Google will not disappoint..."
Spoiler for nightmare protection.
Devout Ferrus says in a warm tabac-stained voice, "Give us some juice, admiral?"
@Ferrus is fun.
Needless to say, I windboosted.
Igniter Lala Windsong, Shadowed Butterfly shouts, "Fear the Lala! I have marshmallow fangs. Will you love me now, Zsarachnor?"
I do hope he one day reciprocates these feelings, and @Lala becomes his new 'pale female vampire' standing in his room.
(Chill out, start reading/responding to various mdor logs, chatting on a clan or two)
(Still chatting)
@Medi got mad skills, best not piss him off.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby