Howdy, Stranger!
Categories
- 3.7K All Categories
- 3K The Midnight Age
- 757 Announce posts
- 122 Newbies
- 6 Class Guides
- 803 Harpy's Head Tavern
- 57 Echo Canyon
- 309 Self-Affirmations
- 163 Town Crier
- 135 The Exchange
- 167 Sparring Grounds
- Combat Guides
- 30 Combat Logs
- 188 Idea Box
- 9 Classleads
- 578 Roleplay Logs
- 107 Aetolia Development
- 5 The Void
- 742 Miscellaneous
- 9 Announcements
- 417 OOC Chat
- 215 Tech Talk
- 45 Scripts
Comments
(Web): Xenia says, "Guys summon Moi."
H:5551 M:4166 E:25080 W:26145 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
(Web): Xenia says, "She's stuck underground."
got an idea!
Web): You say, "She's still stuck?"
H:5551 M:4256 E:25080 W:25969 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
sand flood
Mana Lost: 200
Drawing the moisture out of the surroundings, you conjure a fine layer of magic sand that covers over everything in sight.
Equilibrium Used: 3.00 seconds
H:5551 M:4056 E:25080 W:25869 <csdb|-b lr> 100 0
You stick yourself with a stimulant serum.
Mana Gain: 657
The serum makes you feel more lucid and aware.
-Sip
H:5551 M:4713 E:25080 W:25869 <csdb|-b lr> 100 0
(Web): Xilonen says, "Isnt it burrow above.."
H:5551 M:4713 E:25080 W:25869 <csdb|-b lr> 100 0
You have recovered equilibrium.
H:5551 M:4713 E:25080 W:25877 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
+Sip
H:5551 M:4713 E:25080 W:25877 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
sand shift moirean
Mana Lost: 115
You project your will into the sand and, moments later, find yourself elsewhere.
Buried deep beneath A courtyard within the Abdal Viru.
You are surrounded by utter darkness, and can see nothing. The smell of minerals and dirt fills your nostrils.
A slick coating of purple sludge drips over everything here. A cloaked figure is here, buried within the ground. She wields a crimson Morgun poppy in her left hand and a chipped bone dagger in her right. A massive sandstorm threatens to choke out the life in this area.
You feel some loose soil to the east, west, and in.
Moirean is sucked into the sand suddenly.
Equilibrium Used: 4.00 seconds
H:5551 M:4598 E:25078 W:25847 <csdb|-b lr> 100 0
yessssss
You are packed much too tightly into the earth to do that.
H:5551 M:4598 E:25080 W:25855 <csdb|-b lr> 100 0
You have recovered equilibrium.
H:5551 M:4598 E:25080 W:25855 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
wt oh god now I'm stuck
You are packed much too tightly into the earth to do that.
H:5551 M:4598 E:25080 W:25863 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
You are packed much too tightly into the earth to do that.
H:5551 M:4598 E:25080 W:25871 <csdb|eb lr> 100 0
(Web): Moirean says, "Ty."
YOU'RE WELCOME
loling too hard to be mad at it
-----------------------------------------------------------------
(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
-----------------------------------------------------------------
(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
-----------------------------------------------------------------
(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
strikes.
You have scored a MUTILATING CRITICAL hit!
Damage done: 1541, blunt.
The final blow proves too much for Commander Marakhi, who expires, pitifully.
You have slain Commander Marakhi
You have reached the illustrious level of 99.
As the last bit of experience washes over your psyche, you are seized with a panic, suddenly unable
to mentally contain the swell of power that comprises the sum total of your long journey to this
point. Struggling to maintain control over the burgeoning tide of experience, you feel your body
begin to tense and swell as if a larger physical container were the answer. Using your very body as
a receptacle, you consciously channel the explosion of mental potence into your physical form.
Almost immediately, the changes occur. Your skin tightens and stretches, taking on a grey sheen. You
cannot help but scream in agony as your bones elongate and thicken, forcing muscle and tissue to
adapt. As your body grows, you sense a void grow deep inside, a hollowness caused by and part of
your sudden transformation. The gnawing emptiness has changed you profoundly, and you quickly
recognize that only Divine essence might have any hope of filling it and making you whole once again.
Without understanding how you know, you are aware that you are now Tekal, a hollow one.
An agonized scream startles all into a brief hushed silence as Valix finally transcends the mortal
body, assuming the hollow form of a Tekal.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
Then again, I don't precache either.