Wheel of Time MUD

[b]Opponents[/b]: Adanell and Pandora
[b]Conditions[/b]: First to Beaten (either me, or both of my opponents)
[b]Notes[/b]: This was my first time trying a 2v1 spar. The fight was on the web client, so apologies for spacing issues in the copy/paste from the game buffer.

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Dense Woodland
Slim shafts of alder spear the ground, the fine grain of their bark
impervious to the creeping moss that coils around their roots. The forest
is thick and dark, tight knit trees and brambles woven together to form a
dense blanket of woodland. Swathes of chainvine hang lazily from the
branches, coiled red leaves adorning the trees. The ground slopes upwards
to the south, a stony ridge breaking through the canopy of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
sco
You have 271(271) hit and 143(143) movement points.
You have scored 108785055 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727034308 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
whe
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Sarinda - Dense Woodland
Adanell - The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Pandora - The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
sco
You have 271(271) hit and 143(143) movement points.
You have scored 108785055 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727034308 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
yell Let me know when ready.
You bellow 'Let me know when ready.'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
whe
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Sarinda - Dense Woodland
Adanell - The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Pandora - The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Adanell bellows 'both ready'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
yell Ok, go!
You bellow 'Ok, go!'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
emb
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
s
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
w;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.pandora]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Adanell has arrived from the west.
Pandora has arrived from the west.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
**
Adanell leaves east.
+=--=
j
Adanell has arrived from the east.
[b]Ok.
Spikes of solid ice form in your hands, which you launch at Pandora.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full - Pandora: Wounded >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.pandora]
The air around your eyes seems to catch fire, blinding you!



My plan was to pick one target at the time and weave on her preferentially. I chose to target Pandora first, and I was pleased to pull off the Ice Spikes, but was not expecting the PONR Blind. I almost surrendered right here because I had to drop Cure Blindness recently at my last reset and didn't want to waste a potion, but I was feeling stubborn so I used my draught instead. ;) [/b]



* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full - Pandora: Wounded >
You try to strike someone, but she dodges the attack.
Someone slashes your left arm hard.
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Pandora: Wounded >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
You can't see a damned thing, you're blinded!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
e
You can't see a damned thing, you're blinded!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
emb
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You are already in touch with saidar, can't you feel it?
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
qd
# [get draught pouch ; quaff draught]
You get a bubbling draught from a soft leather pouch.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You quaff a bubbling draught which dissolves.
Your eyesight returns.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
l
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
w;j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.pandora]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
=+
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
**+=
[b]You shiver from an icy cold force sent by Pandora.



I talked to her about it afterwards, but I did not even notice her landing Chill and it had no obvious bearing on me during this fight. The only time I would recommend bothering with Chill against a channeler opponent would be if you plan to use Bash, which is a niche setup but I think a viable strategy with the right stats. You still want to be careful because Chill can fail the Will/level check and you're wasting SPs and time to pull it off.[/b]



Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Pandora.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Pandora: Wounded >
f
[b]Pandora appears to be able to see again.



Adanell told me after that in the spam of information, she didn't realize that I was the one who was blinded, so she had actually woven Cure Blindness on Pandora instead.[/b]



You panic and attempt to flee!
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You flee head over heels.
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
*
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Adanell has arrived from the west.
Pandora has arrived from the west.
-=+ *
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
*+
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Pandora vibrates and is knocked about.
Adanell panics, and attempts to flee!
Adanell vibrates and is knocked about.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Pandora: Battered >
q
Adanell leaves west.
# [channel 'earthquake']
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Pandora: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
+**+
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Pandora vibrates and is knocked about.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Pandora: Battered >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
**+
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Pandora vibrates and is knocked about.
[b]* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Pandora: Beaten >



I successfully predicted that they would be more aggressive due to their superior numbers, so I tried to use Earthquake once Pandora was low to get her to Beaten, which I succesfully did here.[/b]



You try to strike Pandora, but she deflects the blow.
Pandora tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Pandora: Beaten >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
Adanell has arrived from the west.
You flee head over heels.
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
w
w
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
ta adanell
# [#var target adanell]
# variable target set to adanell
Adanell has arrived from the east.
Pandora has arrived from the east.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
w;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
w
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
n;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
n;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Three enormous stacks of wood have been carefully constructed, thin logs
piled around each other in a mound as high as a short man and covered in
cut turf. Low stumps litter the nearby forest, testament to the source of
the wood. A fourth, incomplete stack lies nearby, a pyramid of logs rising
from within. A stack of iron plates pierced with holes lies besides it. To
the north, a small tent of cured hide is pegged to the heavy, clay soil.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A campfire burns slowly, sending smoke into the sky.
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A portly charcoal burner stands here, tending the fires.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
n;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
You can't ride in there.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
whe
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Adanell - New Growth Among the Stumps
Pandora - Stacks of Felled Lumber
Sarinda - The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
s
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
s
Adanell has arrived from the west.
Pandora has arrived from the west.
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
rel
Adanell has arrived from the north.
Pandora has arrived from the north.
Ok.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
[b]ta
# [#var target]
# removed variable target



This is a holdover error from my time on Mudlet; I sometimes type "ta" (my targeting alias) by itself to confirm who my current target is set to, but in the web client, it will clear the #var which means you have to enter it again. I was trying to triple check that I had Adanell set because Pandora was still following. We had previously agreed that anyone who became Beaten would leave the zone and run to the relative safety of Coulin, but I think she forgot. I didn't want to accidentally kill her by using Ice Spikes on her, so I was checking my targeting here. :? [/b]


Adanell has arrived from the west.
Pandora has arrived from the west.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
whe
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Pandora - The Wooded Ridge
Adanell - The Wooded Ridge
Sarinda - The Wooded Ridge
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
Adanell tries to strike you, but you parry successfully.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
emb
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong - Adanell: Scratched >
Pandora fails to pull together whatever flows she was trying to weave.
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong - Adanell: Scratched >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
n
emb
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
You are already in touch with saidar, can't you feel it?
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
s;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.@target]
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Pandora leans closer to Adanell, who now appears to be feeling better.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
s
Adanell leaves north.
Pandora leaves north.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
ta adanell
# [#var target adanell]
# variable target set to adanell
w;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Adanell has arrived from the west.
Pandora has arrived from the west.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
w;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Larnus narrates 'pk?'
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
s;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
p
Adanell tries to strike you, but you deflect the blow.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Adanell: Scratched >
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
w
-=
f
Cancelled.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Adanell: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
n
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
emb
You are already in touch with saidar, can't you feel it?
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Strong >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
+*
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
*
Cancelled.
Adanell has arrived from the south.
Pandora has arrived from the south.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Adanell tries to strike you, but you deflect the blow.
-=
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
+*
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
*
[b]Cancelled.
You try to strike Adanell, but she parries successfully.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
You stumble beneath the crushing force of the air around you!
Ouch! You couldn't maintain the flows.



This was an error on my part for several reasons. Because Pandora was still following at this point, I assumed maybe she had ticked back up to Battered and hadn't realized that she was Beaten. My goal was to get her back to Beaten so she would leave. However, I should have just yelled to confirm and conserved SPs, as well as taking a more cautious approach to ensure I didn't fatally injure her. Adanell told me afterwards that Pandora was Critical after this part, which is why she was Healing Pandora in the next section. I also made the mistake of weaving Earthquake a second time just a fraction too fast, thus canceling myself and opening the door for Adanell to land a weave on me.[/b]



* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong - Adanell: Scratched >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Adanell tries to strike you, but you deflect the blow.
**+
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Pandora vibrates and is knocked about.
Adanell vibrates and is knocked about.
A stout young sapling vibrates and is knocked about.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong - Adanell: Hurt >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong - Adanell: Hurt >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Pandora tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
**+
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Pandora panics, and attempts to flee!
Pandora vibrates and is knocked about.
Adanell vibrates and is knocked about.
A stout young sapling vibrates and is knocked about.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong - Adanell: Hurt >
Pandora leaves south.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong - Adanell: Hurt >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Three enormous stacks of wood have been carefully constructed, thin logs
piled around each other in a mound as high as a short man and covered in
cut turf. Low stumps litter the nearby forest, testament to the source of
the wood. A fourth, incomplete stack lies nearby, a pyramid of logs rising
from within. A stack of iron plates pierced with holes lies besides it. To
the north, a small tent of cured hide is pegged to the heavy, clay soil.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A campfire burns slowly, sending smoke into the sky.
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A portly charcoal burner stands here, tending the fires.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong >
Adanell has arrived from the south.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong >
s
s
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong >
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong >
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Strong >
rel
Ok.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
e
You sense Pandora is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
e
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
yell I thought pandora was Beat?
n
[b]You bellow 'I thought pandora was Beat?'



Finally checking and being responsible.[/b]



* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
Dense Woodland
Slim shafts of alder spear the ground, the fine grain of their bark
impervious to the creeping moss that coils around their roots. The forest
is thick and dark, tight knit trees and brambles woven together to form a
dense blanket of woodland. Swathes of chainvine hang lazily from the
branches, coiled red leaves adorning the trees. The ground slopes upwards
to the south, a stony ridge breaking through the canopy of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
rest
You sit down and rest your tired bones.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
whe
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Sarinda - Dense Woodland
Adanell - The Peak of the Ridge
Pandora - The Peak of the Ridge
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
sco
You have 244(271) hit and 121(143) movement points.
You have scored 108757945 experience points and 164 quest points.
You need 1727061418 exp to level and -14 qp to rank.
You have amassed 34 Turn points to date.
You have played 16 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Sarinda the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are resting.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
rel
You aren't in touch with saidar to release anything.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
save
Saving Sarinda.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
whe
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Sarinda - Dense Woodland
Adanell - The Peak of the Ridge
Pandora - The Peak of the Ridge
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
sta
You stop resting, and stand up.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
emb
[b]You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.



I was trying here to recoup some of my SPs. I forgot that I had fleelag and I would get a message on the tick, so I was wasting time checking score compulsively.[/b]



* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
s;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
w;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
w;p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+=--=
Ok.
Spikes of solid ice form in your hands, which you launch at Adanell.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full - Adanell: Wounded >
p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
You try to strike Adanell, but she deflects the blow.
Adanell tries to strike you, but you parry successfully.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Full - Adanell: Wounded >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
Adanell says 'go to coulin :) if you can refresh me please :)'
*+=-
Adanell tries to strike you, but you parry successfully.
-=
Ok.
Spikes of solid ice form in your hands, which you launch at Adanell.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.adanell]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Adanell panics, and attempts to flee!
*
Adanell leaves north.
*+=--=
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
A green woodpecker leaves east.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
rel
Ok.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
w
n
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
1
# [kill adanell]
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
s
1
# [kill adanell]
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full >
You try to strike Adanell, but she dodges the attack.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
You try to strike Adanell, but she parries successfully.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
emb
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.adanell]
A massive blast of air buffets you, knocking you off balance.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Adanell tries to strike you, but you parry successfully.
You sense Adanell is channeling saidar.
-=+**+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Adanell.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.adanell]
You swiftly dodge Adanell's attempt to strike you.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Fading MV:Full - Adanell: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Adanell.
[b]* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full - Adanell: Beaten >[/b] :twisted:

Adanell tries to strike you, but you deflect the blow.
Adanell swiftly dodges your attempt to strike her.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full - Adanell: Beaten >
Adanell panics, and attempts to flee!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full - Adanell: Beaten >
rel
Adanell leaves north.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full >
Ok.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full >
rel
You aren't in touch with saidar to release anything.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full >
A forest boar leaves east.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full >
l
Adanell has arrived from the north.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Trickling MV:Full >
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Adanell the Journey Accepted is standing here.
Eyes keen, a Domani razor stands here swishing its tail, being ridden by you.
Pandora the Wearied Novice is standing here.

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Overall, I used Earthquake a few more times than I probably needed to, but I also successfully landed Ice Spikes multiple times. I have been working on landing some longer weaves during the fight and mixing up my approach so I can conserve SPs better, so this was great practice for that. I missed a few opportunities to rest and recover SPs, and I need to be more mindful of the tick to recover that. Otherwise, I thought this went really well.

[b]Opponent[/b]: Tolza
[b]Terms[/b]: First to Beaten
[b]Notes[/b]: I haven't posted a spar log recently, primarily because I have either been sparring with novices newer to channeler combat or traveling the world completing various quests. So when Tolza asked if anyone was interested in a spar, I jumped at the chance. I was on the web client again today, so I apologize for the condensed spacing in the log.

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The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Three enormous stacks of wood have been carefully constructed, thin logs
piled around each other in a mound as high as a short man and covered in
cut turf. Low stumps litter the nearby forest, testament to the source of
the wood. A fourth, incomplete stack lies nearby, a pyramid of logs rising
from within. A stack of iron plates pierced with holes lies besides it. To
the north, a small tent of cured hide is pegged to the heavy, clay soil.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A campfire burns slowly, sending smoke into the sky.
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A portly charcoal burner stands here, tending the fires.
Tolza has arrived from the south.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
group all;ungroup
Tolza is now a member of your group.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Tolza stops following you.
You have disbanded the group.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
nod
Smoke from a mound darkens as resin burns off the wood inside.
You sense Tolza connecting to the True Source.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
You nod in agreement.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Tolza stops using a yew staff.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
s
s
[b]An iridescent blue staff forms in Tolza's hands.



I didn't actually notice this until after the fight while reviewing the log. This staff is from the Elemental Staff weave. I have never used it personally, so we had a great discussion after the spar about the pros/cons of this weave/weapon, which was very informative.[/b]



New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
e
e
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is here flying around.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
A R
in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
eq
You are using:
<worn on finger> a gold ring
<worn on finger> a great serpent ring
<worn on head> a fine linen riding hood
<worn around neck> a shimmering pendant of obsidian
<worn around neck> a silver medallion
<worn on body> a satin blouse
<worn about body> a dress with colored bands at the hem
<slung on back> a backpack
<worn on arms> a set of cloth sleeves
<worn on hands> a pair of slim riding gloves
<worn around wrist> a jeweled wristcuff
<worn around wrist> a jeweled wristcuff
<worn as shield> a silver etched shield
<wielded> a yew staff
<worn about waist> a belt with a buckle of cuendillar
<worn on belt> a soft leather pouch
<worn on legs> a divided riding skirt
<worn on feet> a set of soft velvet slippers
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
tf Ready when you are.
Tolza bellows 'sorry'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
# [tell Tolza Ready when you are.]
weat
You tell Tolza 'Ready when you are.'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
The temperature is about 0 degrees.
The sky is cloudy, and a calm wind comes from the north.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
in
You are carrying:
Nothing.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Tolza tells you 'go'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
emb
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
s;j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
w;j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is here flying around.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
w;j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
w
1
# [kill tolza]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
n
1
# [kill tolza]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
You try to strike Tolza, but she parries successfully.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full - Tolza: Healthy >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
+**+=
You try to strike Tolza, but she dodges the attack.
Ok.
Ouch! You lose a level.
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Tolza.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full - Tolza: Scratched >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Tolza leaves west.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
w
1
# [kill tolza]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
You try to strike Tolza, but she deflects the blow.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full - Tolza: Scratched >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
Tolza gestures and you begin to lose your balance.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
A bloodstock stallion vibrates and is knocked about.
You vibrate and are knocked about.
A forest boar vibrates and is knocked about.
[b]Ouch! You couldn't maintain the flows.



This caught me by surprise, because not all channelers choose to study this weave. I had to immediately change my attack strategy in the moment now that I knew she could use a quick weave, and I wasn't sure how much she would use it or how aggressively she might fight. I decided here to try Flame Strike to see if she would use Earthquake several times, with the plan to flee and try something new if she did again.[/b]



* R HP:Hurt SP:Full MV:Full - Tolza: Scratched >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
A forest boar tries to hit Tolza, but she dodges the attack.
A bloodstock stallion tries to hit Tolza, but she parries successfully.
Tolza tries to strike you, but you deflect the blow.
=+**+=
j
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Tolza.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Tolza: Hurt >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Tolza leaves north.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
Tolza has arrived from the north.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Tolza leaves south.
-=+**+=
j
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
s;p
Tolza has arrived from the south.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.tolza]
The Forested Glade
The trees are sparse, the breaks in the canopy of tangled branches allowing
lush grass to spread across the loamy soil of the forest floor. The ground
is soft and loamy, the air heady with the rich scents of the wood. Swathes
of bluebells charge headlong across the grass, hurling themselves against
the green blades. From the east comes the rumble of running water. To the
west, the Shining Walls rear above the glade, their ancient masonry
seamless. An imposing barbican juts over the intricately carved gate.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
S - roots
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A Tar Valon bridgeguard peers at strangers suspiciously.
A Tar Valon bridgeguard peers at strangers suspiciously.
A Tar Valon bridgeguard peers at strangers suspiciously.
A Tar Valon bridgeguard peers at strangers suspiciously.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
n
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Among Charred Mounds
Broken mounds of charcoal lie scattered and shattered across the lush grass
that coats the forest floor. Three charred circles in the grass are
spattered with tiny blue flowers, new life pushing through the scorched
earth. Looming elms stretch their limbs to the sky, their broad boughs
soaring overhead. Tangled briars enmesh the trunks, preventing passage.
[ obvious exits: S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
s
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
[b]The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!



This suggests that she is using it more aggressively than I normally would, so I might need to try Earthquake myself, or I would want to consider another way of interrupting her.[/b]



New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
w;1
# [kill tolza]
g
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
# [channel 'slice weaves' h.tolza]
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
Tolza has arrived from the north.
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
1
# [kill tolza]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' h.tolza]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' h.tolza]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
w;1
# [kill tolza]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' h.tolza]
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You try to strike Tolza, but she parries successfully.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Tolza: Hurt >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
Tolza tries to strike you, but you parry successfully.
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
=+*
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
*
Tolza leaves north.
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
n;g
# [channel 'slice weaves' h.tolza]
Tolza has arrived from the north.
Among Charred Mounds
Broken mounds of charcoal lie scattered and shattered across the lush grass
that coats the forest floor. Three charred circles in the grass are
spattered with tiny blue flowers, new life pushing through the scorched
earth. Looming elms stretch their limbs to the sky, their broad boughs
soaring overhead. Tangled briars enmesh the trunks, preventing passage.
[ obvious exits: S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
s;1
# [kill tolza]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' h.tolza]
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is here, fighting a forest boar.
A forest boar is here, fighting Tolza.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
You try to strike Tolza, but she dodges the attack.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - a forest boar: Wounded - Tolza: Hurt >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Tolza strikes a forest boar's body into bloody fragments!
Tolza swiftly dodges a forest boar's attempt to hit her.
-=+*
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
*
Ok.
[b]You lash out with razor-fine ribbons of Fire and Spirit, severing Tolza's flows.[/b]
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - a forest boar: Beaten - Tolza: Hurt >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Tolza tries to strike a forest boar, but he deflects the blow.
A forest boar tries to hit Tolza, but she dodges the attack.
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
*
Tolza leaves north.
*+=
[b]Your target is no longer here!



So I used Slice Weaves judiciously here to try and interrupt the weave that I assumed was Earthquake (or maybe a Flame Strike), to try and throw her timing off. Slice worked well, but she hasn't built up enough flee lag yet, so I wasn't able to land my weave. I decide to try another strategy for now.[/b]



* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Tolza has arrived from the north.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
+*
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
+*
Tolza has arrived from the west.
Cancelled.
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+
Tolza gestures and you begin to lose your balance.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
A bloodstock stallion vibrates and is knocked about.
You vibrate and are knocked about.
A stout young sapling vibrates and is knocked about.
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Tolza vibrates and is knocked about.
A stout young sapling vibrates and is knocked about.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - a bloodstock stallion: Scratched - Tolza: Hurt >
p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.tolza]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
Tolza strikes a bloodstock stallion's body into bloody fragments!
A bloodstock stallion tries to hit Tolza, but she deflects the blow.
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
*+=--=
Ok.
[b]Spikes of solid ice form in your hands, which you launch at Tolza.



This was a gamble on my part that paid off. I am guessing that her weave failed, or perhaps she was trying a longer weave as well? She might also have simply waited too long to start her weave, as I was 6 pulses in on Ice Spikes before she started. I forgot to ask her afterwards what happened here, but it worked out in my favor, although the damage seems to be on the lower end.[/b]



* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - a bloodstock stallion: Wounded - Tolza: Wounded >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
You try to strike Tolza, but she deflects the blow.
Tolza strikes a bloodstock stallion's left leg into bloody fragments!
Tolza swiftly dodges a bloodstock stallion's attempt to hit her.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+=
Ok.
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Tolza.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - a bloodstock stallion: Wounded - Tolza: Battered >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
You try to strike Tolza, but she deflects the blow.
Tolza strikes a bloodstock stallion's body into bloody fragments!
A bloodstock stallion tries to hit Tolza, but she dodges the attack.
Tolza leaves north.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
n;j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Tolza leaves north.
**+=
n
1
Tolza has arrived from the north.
Ok.
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
[b]Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Tolza.



Here we see that she accidentally entered back into the room too quickly. She might have missed my channeling in the spam of moving. I was already planning to let my weave timer finish, and it worked out in my favor this time. I actually was just in the process of trying to move and engage before she came back, so you see my other aliases go through before I could weave again.[/b]



* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Tolza: Battered >
# [kill tolza]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Tolza: Battered >
You do the best you can!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Tolza: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
Tolza leaves north.
=+**+=
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
n1
Tolza has arrived from the north.
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
1
# [kill tolza]
The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Three enormous stacks of wood have been carefully constructed, thin logs
piled around each other in a mound as high as a short man and covered in
cut turf. Low stumps litter the nearby forest, testament to the source of
the wood. A fourth, incomplete stack lies nearby, a pyramid of logs rising
from within. A stack of iron plates pierced with holes lies besides it. To
the north, a small tent of cured hide is pegged to the heavy, clay soil.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A campfire burns slowly, sending smoke into the sky.
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A portly charcoal burner stands here, tending the fires.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
s;q
# [channel 'earthquake']
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Tolza leaves north.
-=+**
Tolza has arrived from the north.
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.tolza]
+
You sense Tolza is channeling saidar.
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
Tolza panics, and attempts to flee!
Tolza vibrates and is knocked about.
A stout young sapling vibrates and is knocked about.
[b]* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Full - Tolza: Beaten >[/b]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
f
Tolza leaves west.
*
Cancelled.
Stacks of Felled Lumber
Cords of carelessly felled wood lie unused on the heavy soil, roughly hewn
from the surrounding forest and trimmed of their branches. Creeping moss
spreads sensuous fingers along the gnarled shafts, probing ever crevice
with its green tendrils. To the north, extinguished mounds of charcoal lie
uncollected, the forest gradually reclaiming the soil with new growth.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Tolza the Tower Accepted is standing here.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Full >
cmw
# [change mood wimpy]
rel
Tolza nods in agreement.

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I actually don't know if Tolza used Flame Strike in this fight. Without checking with her, it's possible that she isn't currently practicing it or a similar weave, which would have explained my advantage in weave timing and why she used Earthquake so frequently. It did make for a dynamic spar and I appreciated the chance to practice against someone with a different setup.

After our conversation, I have mixed feelings about Elemental Staff and ultimately would recommend against its use in combat, at least against another channeler. Unless the wiki is outdated (which is possible), it costs 25 SPs to weave, which is a significant investment. Tolza confirmed for me that it still functions such that it cannot be tied off, so the moment you release saidar, it will vanish. The staff has very good OB and exceptional damage for a staff; at 8d4 damage, it ranges between 8-32 per hit, for an average of 20 damage, which is higher than virtually every other staff. However, against channelers such as myself, who currently are almost all using dodge equipment, she was still unable to break my defense (my current kit and setup has me at about 317 total defense depending on how much I'm carrying). Elemental Staff might work better against a channeler who is in combo equipment, where there is a chance you could break their defense if you change your mood to Brave, at which point it could potentially add a very interesting dynamic to the fight. Otherwise, it is really only good against opponents who use abs equipment, and even then, you would have to re-weave it every 3 ticks. Elemental Staff's excellent damage means that it has a niche use in XPing or smobbing, but ultimately I would recommend using a bladed feather staff in those situations due to its slightly lower but comparable damage and being able to conserve your saidar for weaving.

[b]Opponent[/b]: Morella Sedai
[b]Terms[/b]: First to Beaten
[b]Notes[/b]: When I first petitioned the Red Ajah to become their apprentice, Morella Sedai was the first Red sister I approached, at which time she invited me to a spar to see my skills in action. Due to nerves and several poor mistakes on my part, she thoroughly trounced me then, although we had a very enlightening conversation and her constructive criticism helped me to identify some mistakes in my technique. I saw her awake yesterday and requested a rematch so that I could hopefully demonstrate how I have been working to improve over the past few weeks. Because I was using the web client again this afternoon, spacing is not showing up correctly so the text is a bit condensed again.

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A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
tf I am ready when you are, Aes Sedai.
# [tell Morella I am ready when you are, Aes Sedai.]
You tell Morella 'I am ready when you are, Aes Sedai.'
Morella tells you 'we'll see if i win again'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
emb
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Morella tells you 'ready!'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
tf Go!
# [tell Morella Go!]
You tell Morella 'Go!'
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
w
1
# [kill morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
j
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
Morella leaves east riding a warhorse.
+**
e
1
# [kill morella]
+
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Cancelled.
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full >
You try to strike Morella, but she deflects the blow.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Full - Morella: Healthy >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
=+*
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
*+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full - Morella: Hurt >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Morella burn your body!
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Wounded >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
=+*
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
*
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
+=
Your target is no longer here!



[b]She was quick to land a PONR Flame Strike after I beat her in forming the flows of the first. At this point I was hoping to push a bit aggressively to see if I could outtime her and build up her flee lag.[/b]



* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
p
# [channel 'ice spikes' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
w
1
# [kill morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
-=+**+=
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
A forest boar leaves west.
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
e;1
# [kill morella]
j
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You try to strike Morella, but she deflects the blow.
* R HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Hurt >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
Morella gestures and you begin to lose your balance.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
A warhorse vibrates and is knocked about.
You vibrate and are knocked about.
A forest boar vibrates and is knocked about.
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Ouch! You couldn't maintain the flows.
* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Hurt >
Morella swiftly dodges a forest boar's attempt to hit her.
A warhorse tries to hit Morella, but she dodges the attack.
You swiftly dodge Morella's attempt to strike you.
You try to strike Morella, but she parries successfully.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**+=
[b]Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Morella burn your body!



I can already tell that she is highly skilled here and that I need to focus if I want a chance to win. Because I noticed that she was quick to engage and weave, I tried to move away an extra room each time I fled and then return into the room so I could be the first to start my flows. However, she threw off my timing and interrupted me with Earthquake, then immediately followed up with a quick Flame Strike. Thankfully I was able to react quickly and land one at the same time, but I will need superior timing if I want a chance to win.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Wounded >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
A forest boar tries to hit Morella, but she dodges the attack.
A warhorse tries to hit Morella, but she dodges the attack.
Morella tries to strike you, but you dodge the attack.
You try to strike Morella, but she deflects the blow.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Morella burn your body!
-
[b]Ouch! You couldn't maintain the flows.



I tried to start my next flows immediately as the last one ended, but I went a fraction of a second too fast and accidentally interrupted my weaving. Thankfully she was only using Flame Strike here, so it was not too costly of a mistake.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Wounded >
j
Morella swiftly dodges a forest boar's attempt to hit her.
A warhorse tries to hit Morella, but she dodges the attack.
You swiftly dodge Morella's attempt to strike you.
You try to strike Morella, but she dodges the attack.
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Wounded >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
1j
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e;1
# [kill morella]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
1
# [kill morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
1
# [kill morella]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
1j
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
w
-
Cancelled.
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e;1
# [kill morella]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
1
# [kill morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
1
# [kill morella]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
You try to strike Morella, but she parries successfully.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong - Morella: Wounded >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
=+*
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
*+
Morella leaves east riding a warhorse.
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
=
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
1
# [kill morella]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
You try to strike Morella, but she dodges the attack.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong - Morella: Wounded >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong - Morella: Wounded >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
+*
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
*+=
Ok.
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
Morella leaves north riding a warhorse.
[b]Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.



This time I think I had a perfectly timed weave, and it started immediately as my last weave ended. She also had built up a little bit of flee lag, so I was able to hit her just before she fled. I was really pleased to see that my practice has been paying off here.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
w
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
e
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Strong >
n
1g
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Dense Woodland
Slim shafts of alder spear the ground, the fine grain of their bark
impervious to the creeping moss that coils around their roots. The forest
is thick and dark, tight knit trees and brambles woven together to form a
dense blanket of woodland. Swathes of chainvine hang lazily from the
branches, coiled red leaves adorning the trees. The ground slopes upwards
to the south, a stony ridge breaking through the canopy of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
1
# [kill morella]
Dense Woodland
Slim shafts of alder spear the ground, the fine grain of their bark
impervious to the creeping moss that coils around their roots. The forest
is thick and dark, tight knit trees and brambles woven together to form a
dense blanket of woodland. Swathes of chainvine hang lazily from the
branches, coiled red leaves adorning the trees. The ground slopes upwards
to the south, a stony ridge breaking through the canopy of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
You try to strike Morella, but she parries successfully.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
**
[b]Ok.
There were no weaves to slice.
Morella leaves north riding a warhorse.



This time I thought I would try to vary my strategy and Slice her weaves after engaging, and then try to turn the tables and hit her. However, she did not weave and I ended up wasting my energy.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
1
# [kill morella]
g
Dense Woodland
Slim shafts of alder spear the ground, the fine grain of their bark
impervious to the creeping moss that coils around their roots. The forest
is thick and dark, tight knit trees and brambles woven together to form a
dense blanket of woodland. Swathes of chainvine hang lazily from the
branches, coiled red leaves adorning the trees. The ground slopes upwards
to the south, a stony ridge breaking through the canopy of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
1
# [kill morella]
Trees Shroud the Sky
The forest presses in from all sides, close and claustrophobic. The
surrounding trees grow so near one another as to be enmeshed, their trunks
curved around each other like lovers, tightly woven branches blotting the
sky from view. Nothing grows beneath the trees' boughs, their greed for the
sun leaving the suffering ground lifeless, littered only with black decay.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is here, fighting a shivering tree, riding a warhorse.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
A shivering tree is here, fighting Morella.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
You try to strike Morella, but she deflects the blow.
Morella leaves south riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
1
Dense Woodland
Slim shafts of alder spear the ground, the fine grain of their bark
impervious to the creeping moss that coils around their roots. The forest
is thick and dark, tight knit trees and brambles woven together to form a
dense blanket of woodland. Swathes of chainvine hang lazily from the
branches, coiled red leaves adorning the trees. The ground slopes upwards
to the south, a stony ridge breaking through the canopy of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
# [kill morella]
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
1
# [kill morella]
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
You try to strike Morella, but she deflects the blow.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**+=
Ok.
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Morella: Battered >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
-=+**+=
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w;1
# [kill morella]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
Morella leaves east riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
1g
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Morella gestures and you begin to lose your balance.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
A warhorse vibrates and is knocked about.
You vibrate and are knocked about.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - a warhorse: Scratched - Morella: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
+**
[b]Ok.
You lash out with razor-fine ribbons of Fire and Spirit, severing Morella's flows.[/b]
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - a warhorse: Scratched - Morella: Battered >
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - a warhorse: Scratched - Morella: Battered >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You try to strike Morella, but she parries successfully.
Morella swiftly dodges a warhorse's attempt to hit her.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
+**+=
[b]Your target is no longer here!



I did not know if she was still using Earthquake, and I did not want to goad her into an Earthquake battle. Because we were already engaged, I tried to quickly Slice her weaves and then hit with a fast Flame Strike before she left or landed her own weave. I successfully Sliced her but I did not start the Flame Strike quite quickly enough -- that, or she had recovered some of her flee lag.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
Morella bellows 'ha'
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
rel
-=
Cancelled.
Ok.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
emb
w
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
1
# [kill morella]
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
w
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Full >
e;1
# [kill morella]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
Morella has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**
Ok.
You lash out with razor-fine ribbons of Fire and Spirit, severing Morella's flows.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
[b]Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
**+=
Your target is no longer here!



My strategy here was to repeat what I had tried, knowing that she was Battered and that one more good weave or two might be enough to get her to Beaten. However, in the heat of the moment I did not realize she had not also engaged in combat, so even though I successfully Sliced, she simply walked out of the room once the lag from Slicing cleared. At this point, I realized I was down to Good energy in saidar so I had maybe just a few weaves left before I would be too tired to form the flows, so I decided to stop using Slice and trust my timing.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
w
1
# [kill morella]
g
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
Morella has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Strong >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
*
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Morella burn your body!
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
**
A forest boar leaves east.
+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Morella.
[b]* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh - Morella: Beaten >[/b] :twisted:

Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
rel
cmw
Ok.
# [change mood wimpy]
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
rel
Mood changed to: Wimpy
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You aren't in touch with saidar to release anything.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
Morella has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[b]You sense Morella is channeling saidar.



When I saw her return and start weaving, my assumption was that she had either immediately ticked and gained health back to Battered, or missed that she was Beaten. She kept going, so I did as well.[/b]



* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
w
n
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
emb
s;j
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
e;j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
-=+**
Morella leaves west riding a warhorse.
+=
Your target is no longer here!
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
e
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
w
1
# [kill morella]
g
# [channel 'slice weaves' morella]
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
w
1j
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
j
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Morella has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.
n
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Morella leaves east riding a warhorse.
1
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
# [kill morella]
j
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
s
1
# [kill morella]
j
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full >
# [channel 'flame strike' h.morella]
You try to strike Morella, but she deflects the blow.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full - Morella: Beaten >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
n
You sense Morella is channeling saidar.
+
Cancelled.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full - Morella: Beaten >
q
# [channel 'earthquake']
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Full - Morella: Beaten >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
Morella panics, and attempts to flee!
*+
You try to strike Morella, but she parries successfully.
Ok.
The earth trembles and shivers beneath your feet..!
A warhorse vibrates and is knocked about.
Morella vibrates and is knocked about.
A forest boar vibrates and is knocked about.
[b]* R HP:Battered SP:Fading MV:Full - Morella: Critical >[/b]
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
Morella leaves east riding a warhorse.
You flee head over heels.
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Morella the Elder Sister is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* R HP:Battered SP:Fading MV:Full >
rel
w
Ok.
* R HP:Battered SP:Fading MV:Full >
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A wild boar runs through the forest.
* R HP:Battered SP:Fading MV:Full >
A forest boar leaves east.
* R HP:Battered SP:Fading MV:Full >
l
Morella bellows 'well done!'

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This fight was very fast and exhilarating. Morella Sedai had excellent timing and forced me to think quickly on my feet. I was proud of my performance this time and excited to see that I could win against such a skilled opponent. However, I was down to Fading energy at this point and if this were a true match to the death, I likely would have run out of energy before it ended, which would have left me in a precarious situation. I also talked at length with her after the fight about my personal criticism of my skills regarding my hesitation and inexperience with landing longer weaves such as Ice Spikes in a spar. She gave me some suggestions and I am hoping to try that more in upcoming spars.

[b]Opponent[/b]: Triss
[b]Terms[/b]: First to Beaten
[b]Notes[/b]: I noticed that Triss tended to weave without engaging, so I tried the same a bit to help speed up timing against her. I knew that she would also probably be more prepared this time now that she had reviewed her aliases, so I wanted to try and see if I could Slice + Ice Spikes to get some significant damage in. That didn't go as planned. :?

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A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
Tic in 7 seconds!
whe
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Sarinda - A Ridge in the Forest
Triss - New Growth Among the Stumps

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
tf Ready?
tell Triss Ready?
You tell Triss 'Ready?'

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
Triss tells you 'go'

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
tf go!
tell Triss go!
emb
You tell Triss 'go!'

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
w
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
1
k triss
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A green woodpecker is here flying around.

j
channel 'flame strike' triss
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
They aren't here.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >

Triss has arrived from the west, riding a wild stallion.

w
* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
1
k triss
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full > They aren't here.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
Triss has arrived from the east, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >

You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
e
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A green woodpecker is here flying around.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Fresh >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Fresh >
[b]j
channel 'flame strike' triss

Triss has arrived from the west, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Fresh > You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=
Triss leaves east riding a wild stallion. >>



Trying to time my weaves perfectly for when she moves into the room, but then she can just walk out, and that drives me crazy so I went to chase instead.[/b]



+*
e*+
1
k triss
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
Cancelled.
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full >
You try to strike Triss, but she parries successfully.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Full - Triss: Healthy >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
Triss tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
=
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
+**+=
Triss panics, and attempts to flee!
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning Triss.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss

Triss leaves west riding a wild stallion. <<

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
1
k triss
g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
Triss has arrived from the west, riding a wild stallion.
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.
A green woodpecker is here flying around.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full > They aren't here.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >
Triss has arrived from the east, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >

You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Full >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!
[b]Ok.
There were no weaves to slice.


Lost to PONR Flame Strike. Just a pulse too slow.[/b]


* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt >

Triss tries to slash you, but you dodge the attack.
A green woodpecker leaves north. ^^
You try to strike Triss, but she deflects the blow.

* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt >
p
channel 'ice spikes' triss
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
=+**+=-
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!
Ouch! You couldn't maintain the flows.

* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt >
[b]p
channel 'ice spikes' triss
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
f=+
Cancelled.
You panic and attempt to flee!


Not sure why I tried Ice Spikes here. Almost every time we've been in the room together, she has used Flame Strike too. I realized as much and fled out to recenter myself.[/b]


You try to strike Triss, but she parries successfully.
You flee head over heels.
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
Triss has arrived from the east, riding a wild stallion.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...

You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
-
j
channel 'flame strike' triss=
Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...

[b]e -
Cancelled.


Hit it one too many times. Because she didn't engage, I just moved out instead. This is why I prefer to attack first when I'm the aggressor.[/b]



Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.

* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >

Triss has arrived from the west, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

* R HP:Hurt SP:Strong MV:Full >
g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!
[b]Ok.
There were no weaves to slice.



Slice #2 that lost to PONR and could have been a Flame Strike.[/b]



* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
p
channel 'ice spikes' triss
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...

You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
-=+*
e*
Cancelled.
No way! You're fighting for your life!

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >

You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
f
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
A Ridge in the Forest
Rising like a breaching whale from the forest to the east and stretching
sinuously to the west the ridge watches over the valley like a kingfisher
over a stream. The ground is stony, fertile soil washed from the ridge and
to the south by the rains. A few scraggly bushes cling desperately to the
rocky ground, lending the only hint of greenery to the barren ridge.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
1
k triss
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.
A green woodpecker is high up a tree, tapping away.

g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
You strike Triss's body.

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt > You begin to weave the
appropriate flows...
-=
Triss tries to slash you, but you dodge the attack.

j
channel 'flame strike' triss+
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
Triss panics, and attempts to flee!

f=
Cancelled.
Triss leaves west riding a wild stallion. <<
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
1
k triss
You try to strike Triss, but she parries successfully.

j
channel 'flame strike' triss
* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt >
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Hurt >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-
f
=Cancelled.
You panic and attempt to flee!


[b]You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!
You flee head over heels.


I got too nervous here and fled. I think it could have been a PONR Flame Strike if I had stayed. Instead I gave her a bigger advantage. Not looking great for me by now.[/b]


The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
Tic in 7 seconds!
n
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full > You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*

Triss leaves north riding a wild stallion. ^^
*+=
Your target is no longer here!

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
s
Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >

Triss has arrived from the west, riding a wild stallion.

w;p
channel 'ice spikes' triss
* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
s;p
channel 'ice spikes' triss
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full > You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
Tic length updated to: 64.449 seconds.
[b]Triss leaves north riding a wild stallion. ^^
*+=- -=
Your target is no longer here!


My hope was that she would walk out, and then come back too early since I wasn't engaging. But alas, she was too smart to make that error today.[/b]


* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
e
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full >
w;p
channel 'ice spikes' triss
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Wounded SP:Strong MV:Full > You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+*
1
[b]k triss*+
Cancelled.



No idea why I did this. :? [/b]



You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!


You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
You flee head over heels.
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
e
Along the Ridge
The ground is stony and hard, sparse soil mixed with crushed and shattered
sandstone providing nothing for life to cling to. Lurching leatherleaf
trees line more fertile slopes to the south, dense forest swallowing the
ground and hiding it from the gaze of the sky. Loose pebbles skitter away
underfoot, tumbling haphazardly down into the lush valley lying below.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A green woodpecker is visible flying high in the sky.
A green woodpecker is here flying around.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
1
k triss
g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
The Wooded Ridge
Running from the west and the east, the sparsely-wooded ridge looks down
over the valley to the south. Paperbark trees cling grimly to the thin
soil, the web of their roots binding the earth to the rocky ground. The air
is alive with the scent of resin, the smell of the pungent sap rising from
the valley floor on thermals that spiral from the dense forest below.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full > You try to strike Triss, but she parries successfully.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**
Triss panics, and attempts to flee!
[b]Ok.
There were no weaves to slice.


Slice #3 that could have been Flame Strike.[/b]


* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >

Triss leaves west riding a wild stallion. <<

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
w
1
k triss
The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Triss the Tower Accepted is standing here, riding a wild stallion.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full > You try to strike Triss, but she parries successfully.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
p
channel 'ice spikes' triss

Triss tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
You try to strike Triss, but she parries successfully.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >

You sense Triss is channeling saidar.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched > You begin to weave the
appropriate flows...

f-
Cancelled.
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
n
The Camp of the Charcoal Burners
Three enormous stacks of wood have been carefully constructed, thin logs
piled around each other in a mound as high as a short man and covered in
cut turf. Low stumps litter the nearby forest, testament to the source of
the wood. A fourth, incomplete stack lies nearby, a pyramid of logs rising
from within. A stack of iron plates pierced with holes lies besides it. To
the north, a small tent of cured hide is pegged to the heavy, clay soil.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
Door north: hideflap
A campfire burns slowly, sending smoke into the sky.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A portly charcoal burner stands here, tending the fires.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
s;1
k triss
g
channel 'slice weaves' triss
New Growth Among the Stumps
Roughly-hewn stumps of alder and leatherleaf litter the forest floor, their
wood cracked by winter ice and baked in the summer sun, unprotected by
their mantle of leaves. Thin saplings push up from the soil, new life
sprouting amidst the ruin of the old. To the north, a series of strange
structures rise from the ground, disturbing the order of the forest.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full > They aren't here.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
Nobody here by that name.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
1
k triss
g
channel 'slice weaves' triss

Triss has arrived from the south, riding a wild stallion.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
You try to strike Triss, but she deflects the blow.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**
[b]Ok.
There were no weaves to slice.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >

You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from Triss burn your body!


Here I was trying to be tricky and get Slice + Ice Spikes to catch up on the damage difference. However, she must have gotten PONR Flame Strike. The delay was noticeable so I swear it should have landed. This was Slice #4 that could/should have been Flame Strike, although I think this would have been a PONR Flame Strike for her anyway.[/b]


* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Full - Triss: Scratched >
j
channel 'flame strike' triss
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...

You sense Triss is channeling saidar.
-=+**
Triss panics, and attempts to flee!
+=
Triss leaves north riding a wild stallion. ^^
Your target is no longer here!

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
cmw
change mood wimpy
f
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full > The Peak of the Ridge
The rocky spine of the forested valley pushes above the undulating
surface of the canopy, offering a clear view of the surrounding area. Great
swathes of verdant leafy forest spread in all directions, the ocean of
greenery marred only occasionally by clearings. Boulders of sandstone
litter the ground, their cracked surfaces smeared by pustulent lichen.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Zone: Northeast Shores of Tar Valon
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A handsome stag stands here, ready to run.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
tf beat
tell Triss beat
You tell Triss 'beat'

rel
* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >
Ok.

* R HP:Battered SP:Strong MV:Full >

Triss tells you 'i won!'

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Overall, Triss did a great job with exploiting my weaknesses and using the tried and true Flame Strike approach instead of something fancy like Slice. I still really like Slice for a few reasons, but I overutilized it in this spar and things could have turned out differently if I had used another weave. I also ended at Strong SPs, which means I should have at least tried Earthquake followed up by Flame Strike if I wanted to try to trip her up.

I think one of the skills I am in need of refining is knowing when to try and sprinkle in a longer weave to trip someone up, and landing that in combat. If I use Flame Strike exclusively, I can win many of my spars due to my timing skills, but I often run out of energy right around the time they hit Beaten. In a real fight to the death, I would need to find a way to land 1-2 Ice Spikes or Call Lightning or I imagine I would end up fizzling out before the fight is over.

Great job Triss, and good to have you back!