You greet Tunai, a spear-wielding hunter with a sincere smile. Tunai, a spear-wielding hunter creases his brow in a frown. Tunai, a spear-wielding hunter exclaims, "If only I could find that spearhead!"
You say in Mhaldorian in a terse voice, "Spearhead." Tunai, a spear-wielding hunter says, "Brains and brawn aren't mutually exclusive. You can use more than one word in
a sentence with me."
Tunai looks you over critically. Tunai, a spear-wielding hunter says, "Well, in most cases anyway."
Your fellow citizen, Covfefee, has just escaped imprisonment in the foul pygmy dungeon. Welcome him to Ashtan!
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Farrah has formally declared you an enemy of the Targossian Breakfast Club.
What the fuck is the Targossian Breakfast Club??
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Just prior to his execution as the Minister of War for the losing side:
Judicator Atalkez Al'Jafri, Prophet of Justice says to Nyderrasethi in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Lord Marshal, I offer you respect in leading your forces. Though we are opposed, I can appreciate tenacity and vigour for ones ideals. That said, know that I have no mercy for you."
Lord Marshal Nyderrasethi Moonwolf says in a strong and confident voice, "I do not ask for mercy, that is for the weak, such as yourselves."
You say to Nyderrasethi in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Lord Marshal, I offer you respect in leading your forces. Though we are opposed, I can appreciate tenacity and vigour for ones ideals. That said, know that I have no mercy for you."
Nyderrasethi says in a strong and confident voice, "I do not ask for mercy, that is for the weak, such as yourselves."
Antidas says to Nyderrasethi in a quiet voice, "You are in luck then, because like the Judicator stated - there is none to be given."
You say to Nyderrasethi in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Perhaps. Though, we see the difference in our ways of life around us. I stand with my city surrounding me, happy and elated at victory. You kneel on the ground at my feet defeated. It is at this moment that you will die, by my hand. Bear witness, Targossas, to the first Lord Marshal executed in Silverbright Square. Likely to not be the last."
A luminous sheen flows over a gold-hilted Dawnblade with a honed edge, brightening the surroundings.
Perfect Light rings out brightly as you rapidly draw it from a hand-blown glass scabbard. A sharp glare of light accompanies your movements as you draw Perfect Light from a hand-blown glass scabbard.
A surge of elation rushes through you as you realise that Nyderrasethi's fate is sealed. With a roar of triumph, you whip your sword at Nyderrasethi's neck, slicing his head from his shoulders in a veritable fountain of dark red blood. You have slain Nyderrasethi.
The full exchange, for the curious!
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Insid'ari Kythra Aristata, the Black Widow whispers, "Honestly, we should bring the dart board from the common room in here."
You say to Kythra in Mhaldorian with a flowing, cultured accent, "We could always buy a few drinks and shift our position, Insid'ari."
Esad, the victualler says, "I can do things with basil and liquor that make a person leave behind starving children."
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
You give the corpse of Fafnir, Lord of the Dark Court to Oberion, King of the Fairies. Dark fury bleeds into Oberion, King of the Fairies's face like storm clouds rolling over the sky. Oberion, King of the Fairies exclaims, "You think to kill my kin and gloat about it? Think again, foul murderer!"
Rude
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
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(le'OOC Clan): Reyson says, "I'mma wield wield relax grip."
(ex) {8305hp|7265mp|37150e|32425wp}{cdbk|} |()| 3.7%XP (11:16:00.914)
(le'OOC Clan): Reyson says, "I'mma wield wield throw soulspear at get."
(ex) {8305hp|7265mp|37150e|32425wp}{cdbk|} |()| 3.7%XP (11:16:00.934)
(le'OOC Clan): Reyson says, "I'mma wield relax grip get."
(ex) {8305hp|7265mp|37150e|32425wp}{cdbk|} |()| 3.7%XP (11:16:00.953)
(le'OOC Clan): Reyson says, "I'mma wield throw soulspear at we get."
(ex) {8305hp|7265mp|37150e|32425wp}{cdbk|} |()| 3.7%XP (11:16:00.973)
(le'OOC Clan): Reyson says, "I'mma relax grip we get."
(ex) {8305hp|7265mp|37150e|32425wp}{cdbk|} |()| 3.7%XP (11:16:00.992)
(le'OOC Clan): Reyson says, "I'mma throw soulspear at what we get."
dem wonky aliases
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1 health/mana/wp/end
Just prior to his execution as the Minister of War for the losing side:
Judicator Atalkez Al'Jafri, Prophet of Justice says to Nyderrasethi in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Lord Marshal, I offer you respect in leading your forces. Though we are opposed, I can appreciate tenacity and vigour for ones ideals. That said, know that I have no mercy for you."
Lord Marshal Nyderrasethi Moonwolf says in a strong and confident voice, "I do not ask for mercy, that is for the weak, such as yourselves."
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
(Eleusis): Marku says, "Clearing oout the warrens all by myself."
Marku has bled to death.
leading your forces. Though we are opposed, I can appreciate tenacity and vigour for ones ideals.
That said, know that I have no mercy for you."
Nyderrasethi says in a strong and confident voice, "I do not ask for mercy, that is for the weak,
such as yourselves."
Antidas says to Nyderrasethi in a quiet voice, "You are in luck then, because like the Judicator
stated - there is none to be given."
You say to Nyderrasethi in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Perhaps. Though, we see the difference in
our ways of life around us. I stand with my city surrounding me, happy and elated at victory. You
kneel on the ground at my feet defeated. It is at this moment that you will die, by my hand. Bear
witness, Targossas, to the first Lord Marshal executed in Silverbright Square. Likely to not be the
last."
A luminous sheen flows over a gold-hilted Dawnblade with a honed edge, brightening the surroundings.
Perfect Light rings out brightly as you rapidly draw it from a hand-blown glass scabbard.
A sharp glare of light accompanies your movements as you draw Perfect Light from a hand-blown glass
scabbard.
A surge of elation rushes through you as you realise that Nyderrasethi's fate is sealed. With a roar
of triumph, you whip your sword at Nyderrasethi's neck, slicing his head from his shoulders in a
veritable fountain of dark red blood.
You have slain Nyderrasethi.
The full exchange, for the curious!
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Oops @Aegis
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
Dark fury bleeds into Oberion, King of the Fairies's face like storm clouds rolling over the sky.
Oberion, King of the Fairies exclaims, "You think to kill my kin and gloat about it? Think again,
foul murderer!"
Rude
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Icosse, Mirrored Ire shouts, "Seven years bad luck for some!"
The caustic voice of Legionnaire Frederich Obuun, Initiate of the Flame sizzles through the air, "WE'RE COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY ICOSSE."
NOPE NOPE NOPE