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I see that and raise you this
An ormyrr guard grins slyly, reaches down, and takes a shimmering suit of full plate armour bearing the arms of Draekar from the corpse of Draekar.
Ouch...
Luckily Zarhan got it back for me, but I would have missed my fullplate if someone less helpful killed the Ormyrr and picked it up. In memory of this event I am getting it resetting.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
And slowly but surely, the new plan for credit sales comes to light...
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Fate's Hammer shouts, "Miramar is dead I hear? Good, I knew laying waste to you weaklings over the decades would finally amount to some sort of satisfaction."
I actually thought it was petty fitting with Cain's RP, but given the situation he is probably lucky to not have been maggoted as would be the other Divine's RP
Mhaldor is clearly protected by God(s) that have proven themselves to be more than a match for multiple Gods in the past, so why would that not include to (RP) protection from hostile divine attacks/punishments?
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
eta: apparently the forums doesn't like me just posting pictures of roads
Party right, party hard,
Sing and dance, perfect bard.
Prefarar loop, accentato whore,Buy a new rapier, get nerfed some more.
*From my pov
You shout, "Miramar is dead I hear? Good, I knew laying waste to you weaklings over the decades
would finally amount to some sort of satisfaction."
7497h, 8890m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
7497h, 8890m, 25132e, 29200w ex-
Now now, don't be so hasty!
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Before two towering mountains (road).
A noxious, red-hued fog overwhelms the area with a thick, palpable vapour. An occupied iron gibbet,
suspended from a wooden gallows, creaks ominously in the breeze. There are 2 monolith sigils in 2
groups here. A decaying corpse has been impaled here upon a fifteen foot stake. A runic totem is
planted solidly in the ground. A dyed red poster bearing the title "READ BEFORE ENTERING" has been
hung here. A pike with the decapitated head of Arcturus has been erected. A tawny eagle perches
lazily here. A pike with the decapitated head of Ada has been erected. A pike with the decapitated
head of Anicetus has been erected. A stout ormyrr shifts his balance from one meaty limb to another,
eyes blinking myopically around. A pike with the decapitated head of Alim has been erected.
You see exits leading north, southwest, and up.
7497h, 8890m, 25128e, 29200w ex-
There is no exit in that direction.
7497h, 8890m, 25128e, 29200w ex-
There is no exit in that direction.
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The gates of Mhaldor.
A noxious, red-hued fog overwhelms the area with a thick, palpable vapour. Some graffiti has been
scrawled here. It reads, "Suffering is key to strength and greatness." A runic totem is planted
solidly in the ground. A huge shrine dominates the location and bathes it in intense light and
rhythmic patterns of sound. An enormous slab of volcanic obsidian towers over this area, the
regulations of Mhaldor etched upon its face. An occupied iron gibbet, suspended from a wooden
gallows, creaks ominously in the breeze. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's
Fern along the ground. An enormous slab of volcanic obsidian towers over this area, the laws of
Mhaldor etched upon its face. There are 2 daemonic onyx vials here. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. A shimmering orb lies here, illuminating the surrounding area
with a slight glow. A pike with the decapitated head of Rythern has been erected. A vicious death
adder is here, hood flared in warning. Scampering in circles, a squirrel monkey is here. Hands
clenched before himself in a ready stance, a monk of the Tanjinn appraises the area with a focused
gaze. There are 2 knights of the Maldaathi here. There are 2 ominous liches here. A Baalzadeen demon
towers over you, filling you with dread. A huge statue of the Scimitar of Yen-Sorte stands here,
thrusting skywards.
You see exits leading east, south, west, and up.
7497h, 8890m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of red, crackling energy strikes your
mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your brain. Crimson fire erupts through your eye
sockets and mouth as you die in unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Scarlatti.
0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-(sip health|outr irid|eat irid)(-7497 Health, -8890 Mana)
You are dead and cannot do that.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You are dead and cannot do that.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You are dead and cannot do that.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You are dead, perhaps you should "Pray for Salvation".
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of red, crackling energy strikes your
mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your brain. Crimson fire erupts through your eye
sockets and mouth as you die in unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Scarlatti.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Marteas touches a feather tattoo and begins hovering above the ground.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Your life essence slowly drains away as you move closer and closer to oblivion.
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You are dead and cannot do that.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of red, crackling energy strikes your
mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your brain. Crimson fire erupts through your eye
sockets and mouth as you die in unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Melantha.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
By the divine might of Mithraea, you are restored to life.
(svo): Welcome back to life! System unpaused.
6218h, 7895m, 25150e, 29200w ex-(smoke 63767)(+6218 Health, +7895 Mana)
You take a long drag off your pipe. (1 skullcap left)
6218h, 7895m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Enveloped in a column of fire, you feel yourself soaring towards the sky.
Within the sun.
There are no obvious exits.
6218h, 7895m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of red, crackling energy strikes your
mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your brain. Crimson fire erupts through your eye
sockets and mouth as you die in unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Pentharian.
0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-(sip health|outr irid|eat irid)(-6218 Health, -7895 Mana)
You are dead and cannot do that.
(svo): We died.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You are dead and cannot do that.-
Your life essence slowly drains away as you move closer and closer to oblivion.
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Saint-Archmage Ashed Silverhand, the Vibrating Mage shouts, "Please do it again...it was very much
uncalled for."
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of red, crackling energy strikes your
mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your brain. Crimson fire erupts through your eye
sockets and mouth as you die in unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Phaestus.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Kupo tells you, "Holy crap."
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Enveloped in a column of fire, you feel yourself soaring towards the sky.
Within the sun.
There are no obvious exits.
A column of fire envelopes Cain and he surges into the sky.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Crythril booms from near the heights of attainment, "It's super effective!"
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Saint-Archmage Ashed Silverhand, the Vibrating Mage shouts, "Thank You."
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Your life essence slowly drains away as you move closer and closer to oblivion.
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
The soul of Cain (male Grook Scholar)
You are level 90 (1st Rank of the Infinite) and 35.6% of the way to the next level.
Health: 0/6218 Mana: 0/7895
Endurance: 25150/25150 Willpower: 29200/29200
Strength: 11 Dexterity: 13 Constitution: 17 Intelligence: 20
You are ranked 337th in Achaea.
You are 343 years old, having been born on the 20th of Miraman, 267 years after the fall of the
Seleucarian Empire.
4 ) Namino: "You got this bro." <--- LOL
(p) 0h, 0m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
You awaken as if from sleep and look about you in bewilderment. Darkness surrounds you and it is
only with difficulty that you are able to discern details. Walls of an unfamiliar coarse stone are
spaced equidistantly to either side and behind, while a long corridor stretches in front, leading
into impenetrable dark.
Stygian Crossroads.
You see exits leading northeast, east (open door), west (open door), northwest, up, and down.
6218h, 7895m, 25148e, 29200w ex-
You say in a growling voice, "Well, that was unpleasant."
6218h, 7895m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
6218h, 7895m, 25150e, 29200w ex-
Tirac chuckles softly in amusement.
Wow doublespace. Edited for time and content.
Not saying they want to or they should, just that you'd think they could.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Party right, party hard,
Sing and dance, perfect bard.
Prefarar loop, accentato whore,Buy a new rapier, get nerfed some more.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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