COL and Lancer GO Boom

[exyle]

2 on 1 pk moriana and alterith vs me Poor alt Repo justice from him

The Blight
The Blight winds about you in a horrid display of vivid color. Foul blacks and
reds stain leaves which were never meant to display such shades. Every plant
and creeper seems bloated and ready to burst apart. Broken trees leak a thick
black sap, which you wisely avoid touching.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
The corpse of a shadow stallion is lying here.
The corpse of a Dha'vol trolloc is lying here.
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil, being ridden by you.
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o R S HP:Battered DP:Strong MV:Strong > The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south.
The corpse of the blight bear is lying here.
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil, being ridden by you.
*Moriana* is standing here, riding a battle-trained gray destrier.
*Alterith* is standing here, riding a battle-trained Shienaran warlander.
[charge moriana] Strong MV:Strong >
You struggle to line up your charge...
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*Alterith* tries to smite you, but you deflect the blow.
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*Alterith* tries to smite you, but you deflect the blow.
*Moriana* says 'wound'

Chaaaaarrrge!! *Moriana* bleeds profusely as you skewer her with a dark blue tasseled spear!
*Moriana* is dead! R.I.P.
You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you.
Your first time! Was it good for you too?
Your blood freezes as you hear *Moriana*'s death cry.
* R S HP:Battered DP:Strong MV:Strong - Alterith: Wounded > na rip
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* R S HP:Wounded DP:Strong MV:Full - Alterith: Wounded > f
You hiss 'i dropped her eq'
You dodge a bash from *Alterith* who loses his balance and falls!
n R S HP:Wounded DP:Strong MV:Full - Alterith: Wounded >
You panic and attempt to flee!
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You flee head over heels.
The Blight
Disgusting warped shapes that are a corruption of nature spring about you.
Black trees with red leaves, bloated with pus, are interspersed with dark
bushes which shiver as your near them. The sweet and humid air makes you
gag, and struggle not to retch. Sweat trickles down your clothes, and
creates an overwhelming desire to scratch and rub your limbs. You feel
unclean, as if the contamination of the Blight is spreading to you, and you
check yourself for a rash or some outbreak of disease. The Blight continues
to the north and south, a valley of blackened trees lies below.
[ obvious exits: N S D ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
The Blight
The Mountains of Dhoom are clearly visible from here, black peaks stretching
to the sky. The mountains dominate the northern horizon, and range as far as
you can see to the east and west. The air is sweet and fetid, and the odd
combination reminds you of some swamp or mire.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil, being ridden by you.
*Alterith* is sitting here, riding a battle-trained Shienaran warlander.
[charge alterith] trong MV:Full >
You struggle to line up your charge...
*
Alterith bellows 'she said hit wrong '

Chaaaaarrrge!! *Alterith* bleeds profusely as you skewer him with a dark blue tasseled spear!
*Alterith* is dead! R.I.P.
You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you.
Still better. Experience pays off.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Alterith*'s death cry.
o R S HP:Wounded DP:Strong MV:Full > na rip alterith

[kattin]

smoothe operator.

[Monsoon]

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