Ducking behind a very large rock, Dezar says to Zentia, "...Try again! I believe in you. From over here."
Zentia nods their head at Dezar.
Zentia uses Savagery Swat on you. Zentia swings a blackened warhammer around and slams it heavily into your side. The attack rebounds off your rebounding aura! The final blow proves too much for Zentia, who falls to the floor a broken, bloody mess. You have slain Zentia.
A functional Templar infirmary. A cast-iron cooking pot is here. A full humanoid skeleton, rigged together by wires and propped up on a wooden stand, is here. There are 20 plain clay cups here. A curved medical reception desk is here, signifying where to direct enquiries. Standing behind a reception desk, a wingless Templar Knight is alert and keeping a keen eye on his surroundings. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Lying nearby is a wooden bowl. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. With her lips pursed into a tight line, a blonde girl quietly observes her surroundings. A stout Dwarven man nurses a wound to his face here. Brekha, the nurse assistance, keeps in pace with Vosenai. Doctor Vosenai scurries about here, tending to the infirmary patients. A freeman Atavian keeps himself busy here. A fervent Troll is here, infused with holy zeal. Jaws gaping and ethereal tail raised to strike, a wyvern spirit hovers menacingly here. High Commander Rasani Morrog, Godsmith is here. She is riding on Cahir, a box-headed Havothi warhound. Page Ashlin Morrog is here. He wields a shining steel longsword in his left hand and a shining steel longsword in his right. This area has been overgrown with a swathe of seething plantlife. You see a single exit leading north.
You have emoted: A cloaked figure hurries to lay down the parcel she'd been carrying with her on a nearby bed, choosing one as far away from any other patient as possible. The blanket is pulled away, revealing the corpse of a dissected child. Crusader Jermar, a wingless Templar Knight frowns heavily, "Litter is not appreciated in this clean area."
Crusader Jermar, a wingless Templar Knight rushes over, cleaning up the clutter, and bringing it to a bin beneath his desk for disposal.
You say, "Oh my G--."
I have not laughed this hard in a really long time.
A mirror-polished venantium eye tinges red as it reveals Mjoll trying to locate you.
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "Mjoll has this obsession, as well."
(Tells): Mjoll's voice roars in your skull, "I AM MJOLL!!"
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "Are you certain?"
(Tells): Mjoll's voice roars in your skull, "MOSTLY!"
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "THAT'S NOT VERY REASSURING."
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "We have a way to test for maladies, Mjoll. I have a nice comfy chair, a few barrels of whisky. Ten minutes in the chair, you will be so gooned you will not wish to stand. And by the end, you will be a new person."
(Tells): Mjoll's voice roars in your skull, "I CAN DO THAT IN MY OFFICE!"
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "True, but then who will check to see if Mjoll is really there? I could march another division down, but I have not the time presently."
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "Without my hoplites, you are less than hospitable."
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "Not that you are, with them."
(Tells): Mjoll's voice roars in your skull, "PLEASE DO! I WANT TO SEE THEM IN ACTION! YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO CHOOSE THE DAYS AFTER I'VE DECIDED TO BE IN MY BOTTLE!"
(Tells): Your voice roars in Mjoll's skull, "IT'S THE ONLY TIME YOU LOT SHUT UP ENOUGH FOR ME TO FOCUS."
I have loved @Mjoll since I started in on Aros. This has not changed! And I gotta say, @Almol, @Orhm, @Elene, @Bulrok, @Kurak, you guys are a blast.