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Aishia summons forth an ancestral spirit to harrow Juxa Steelhew, the Vagrant Queen, whose eyes widen in abject terror as she attempts to flee.
The Vagrant Queen sets her sights to the south, departing with swift and deliberate steps.
Message #17059 Sent By: Oleis Received On: 1/03/2014/17:24
"If it makes you feel better, just checking your artifact list threatens to crash my mudlet."
eta: and yes while I realise that mechanics exist and doing that is like totally valid omg, when it's clear that it's a big rp event, and you come in and drop a mechanics bomb and run off giggling, it still comes under 'lame' in my book. No matter who you are.
Eleanor peers out from the other chamber, still moving quietly.
Cannan produces his soulstone from seemingly nowhere at all and throws it up in the air, only to catch it again, holding it aloft with three nimble fingers.
To your surprise, Alyssn rises up from the ground to stand before you.
A reanimated Ankyrean warlord gathers itself, bits of decayed flesh gathering up from the floor and settling onto the dessicated frame. A spate of furious, discordant Ankyrean erupts from its barrel chest as it lifts its sword again, laying about itself wildly.
A reanimated Ankyrean warlord snarls angrily at Menelaus and moves in for the kill.
With a powerful, decisive strike, a reanimated Ankyrean warlord drives his ceremonial sword into Menelaus with enough force to nearly sever a limb. Wheeling around, he follows it up with a jarring slam from the sword's hilt.
Menelaus jerks to the side, the attack barely grazing him.
Menelaus sticks himself with a long needle.
Gunther falls over dramatically.
Menelaus leaves to the south, riding a donkey.
Letting out a warcry in a harsh stream of ancient Ankryean, a reanimated Ankyrean warlord barrels into Xhomas, roughly slamming him to the ground. With a growl, he follows the strike with a catlike grace, lifting his sword with both hands and plunging it down into his torso.
Xhomas has been slain by a reanimated Ankyrean warlord.
A reanimated Ankyrean warlord snarls angrily at Eleanor and moves in for the kill.
With a thunderous, hollow roar, a reanimated Ankyrean warlord brings his ceremonial blade around in a wide, implacable arc, smashing you off your feet and leaving you dazed.
Losing her balance, Moirean falls from her steed to the hard ground.
Losing her balance, Eleanor falls from her steed to the hard ground.
You are afflicted with stun.
Health Lost: 3704, cutting.
Grimdale stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Grimdale sticks himself with a long needle.
Grimdale eats a kidney slice.
Moirean takes a drink from an aphotic vial.
Moirean eats some irid moss.
Moirean stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Moirean swiftly swings up onto a long-legged ostrich.
[HEALING SPAM]
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You exert your superior mental control over your body and will your wounds to clot before your eyes.
Mana Lost: 640
<>----------- Followed Eleanor North -----------<>
Beneath cracked, frozen stone. (lost)
A long, narrow basin of dark stone runs north to south here, the shallow water within frozen completely solid.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, south, southwest, and northwest.
<>----------- Followed Eleanor North -----------<>
Along a broad, paved avenue.
A long, narrow basin of dark stone runs north to south here, the shallow water within frozen completely solid.
<>----------- Followed Eleanor North -----------<>
A raised dais overlooking a vaulted hall.
You see exits leading north, southeast, south, and southwest.
You say, "NOPE."
Conduit Eleanor Junakutz-Lionheart says, "NOPE."
(Web): You say, "Haven you better cure it."
H:5221 M:4606 E:26400 W:22230 B:100% Night [csdb eb]
Haven faints and drops to the floor as the last vestiges of his strength are drained away.
Haven pats frantically at his skin, trying to put out a fire that rages only within him, until
finally his life is usurped by the flame.
You have slain Haven.
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
Pandora provides the lyrics to the songs it plays. Including Sandstorm, by Darude.
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"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."