Fail!

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Hieronymus
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Re: Fail!

Post by Hieronymus » Fri May 20, 2022 3:44 pm

Daemon has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
Daemon intercepts *Ghast*'s attack on his mount.
*Ghast* pierces Daemon's body.
Only yourself to blame! :P

I zerked as soon as the first bash landed. Not sure you could have done anything even without the lag because your wimpy was zero, the next round kills you. Your weapon's removed and you've got probably 600+ combined OB on you.

elvira
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Re: Fail!

Post by elvira » Thu May 26, 2022 8:08 am

Rocky Valley
This rocky valley is covered by rocks and gravel that has been washed
down the hill. There are large boulders protruding form the surrounding
hillsides. Moving through this area is as difficult as moving through
quicksand.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Zone: Rocky Trail
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Fong* is here, fighting an ailing ogier.
An ailing ogier is here, fighting Fong.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Winded >
k dark
z
channel 'fireball' h.dark
You strike *Fong*'s left arm.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Battered - Fong: Scratched >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...


*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's body into bloody fragments!

-
=+
*
*+
=-
-
=
You barely strike *Fong*'s right arm.
An ailing ogier barely tickles Fong's left arm with his hit.
*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's body into bloody fragments!
Ok.
Fire coalesces into a ball at your hands, which you launch at *Fong*.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Full MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Battered - Fong: Hurt >
z
channel 'fireball' h.dark
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...

-
=+
*
An ailing ogier barely tickles Fong's body with his hit.
*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's right leg into bloody fragments!

*
+=
-
-=
Ok.
Fire coalesces into a ball at your hands, which you launch at *Fong*.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Beaten - Fong: Wounded >
z
channel 'fireball' h.dark

You strike *Fong*'s right leg.
An ailing ogier barely tickles Fong's body with his hit.
*Fong* tries to slice an ailing ogier, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Beaten - Fong: Wounded >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...


-=
+*
*+
=-

An ailing ogier barely hits Fong's left leg.
*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's left hand into bloody fragments!

-
=
Ok.
Fire coalesces into a ball at your hands, which you launch at *Fong*.

z
channel 'fireball' h.dark
* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Beaten - Fong: Battered >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...

(tic_timer): Tic in 7 seconds!
-
=+
*
*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's body into bloody fragments!

*
+=
-
-=
Ok.
Fire coalesces into a ball at your hands, which you launch at *Fong*.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Critical - Fong: Beaten >
z
channel 'fireball' h.dark

You barely strike *Fong*'s body.
An ailing ogier tickles Fong's body with his hit.
*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's right arm into bloody fragments!

* R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - an ailing ogier: Critical - Fong: Beaten >
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...


-=
+*
*+
=-

An ailing ogier barely tickles Fong's head with his hit.
*Fong* slices an ailing ogier's body into bloody fragments!
An ailing ogier is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear an ailing ogier's death cry.
The night has begun.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 62.81 seconds.
You suddenly feel less protected.
The flows holding the light ball have dissipated.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
You are thirsty.

-=
Ok.
Fire coalesces into a ball at your hands, which you launch at *someone*.

o R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - Fong: Critical >
x
channel 'flame strike' h.dark
*someone* tries to slice you, but you parry successfully.
You barely strike *someone*'s left hand.
Nobody here by that name.

o R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - Fong: Critical >
x
channel 'flame strike' h.dark
Nobody here by that name.

o R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - Fong: Critical >
*someone* tries to slice you, but you deflect the blow.
You barely strike *someone*'s body.

o R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - Fong: Critical >
x
channel 'flame strike' h.dark <--- h.dark?!? Noooo
Nobody here by that name.

o R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - Fong: Critical >

*someone* tries to slice you, but you deflect the blow.
You barely strike *someone*'s body.

o R HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Winded - Fong: Critical >
x
channel 'flame strike' h.dark
Nobody here by that name.

Morella
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Re: Fail!

Post by Morella » Thu May 26, 2022 8:46 am

Had plenty of time to start targeting by name. Was Fong afk there?

Naerin
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Re: Fail!

Post by Naerin » Thu May 26, 2022 11:44 am

Several thoughts:

1) He looks very, very afk here. Doesn't bash, just melees a mob to death while you're fireballing and then sits there while you fireball him some more? Honestly glad your light ball ran out here.

2) What happened after? Did you melee him to death? Re-do light ball and resume killing? Realize he was afk after a while?

jaimie
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Re: Fail!

Post by jaimie » Thu May 26, 2022 12:39 pm

Byrg and Vannor found Stokes in Lugard. We chased to the palace and I didn't realize thronedoor was a door. I made a lot of mistakes here.

1) I didn't time most of the throws correctly and never rewielded dagger to get additional parry to protect some hps whenever I could (likely Stokes gets a frag or two through this)
2) I tried to ask others to open when they were in the middle of distracting Draz and was split focus between a kill and an escape. I asked 3 times. Once was enough and then I should have focused on fight.
3) I didn't immediately quaff a strength tea and try and buff stats.
4) I don't have anything to built to "refill" my sheathes so had to manually type everything and I don't have repeat enter which meant a lot of wasted commands.
5) I didn't rewield red stone and try and throw it at the end which may have at least taken Stokes down.
6) Last 3 commands were panicked and so I wasted them.

All in all, nice for him having zone knowledge and awareness to make this kill happen.


A Grand Throneroom
[ obvious exits: S ]
A worn and weatherbeaten throne of thick oak is set upon a stone pedestal.
*Stokes* is standing here.
King Roedran Almaric do Arreloa a'Naloy watches languidly.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
You swiftly dodge *Stokes*'s attempt to blast you.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > [hide ]
No way! You're fighting for your life!


* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
No way! You're fighting for your life!

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > King Roedran joins Stokes's fight!
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
Before the Throne
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: *Stokes* is standing here.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary >
You narrate 'he throne'

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary >

*Stokes* is standing here.
King Roedran Almaric do Arreloa a'Naloy watches languidly.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary > Before the Throne
The black marble of the floor breaks into a marvelous sunburst of golden
beauty before thick carven doors, marking this the entrance to the throne
room of Murandy. To the west, habitually open glass doors lead to a long
tunnel of yellow blossoms. A shining glint of silver at the southern end of
the hall reflects from the Gallery of Mirrors. In the east wall, heraldry
paints the accolades of the throne, divided by a black mask set into stone.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: *Stokes* is standing here.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary >

Zerpit narrates 'on lug fade'
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Vannor - Great Hall of the Grand Residence
Jaimie - Before the Throne


* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary >
A Grand Throneroom
[ obvious exits: S ]
A worn and weatherbeaten throne of thick oak is set upon a stone pedestal.
*Stokes* is standing here.
King Roedran Almaric do Arreloa a'Naloy watches languidly.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > [hide ]
No way! You're fighting for your life!

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > No way! You're fighting for your life!

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
You barely tickle *Stokes*'s body with your pierce.
King Roedran joins Stokes's fight!
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you parry successfully.
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >

Stokes has quite a few wounds.

*Stokes* is using:
<used as light> a lantern
<worn on head> a full metal helmet and visor
<worn around neck> an ivory necklace
<worn around neck> an ivory necklace
<worn about body> an earthen brown mantle
<slung on back> a backpack
<worn on hands> a pair of heavy metal gauntlets
<worn around wrist> a sungwood bracelet
<worn around wrist> a sungwood bracelet
<wielded two-handed> a dark, grim axe
<worn on legs> a pair of ebony-steel plate greaves
<worn on feet> a pair of thick metal boots

You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
You pierce *Stokes*'s left arm.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >

Ok.
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
King Roedran draws a ruby-worked rapier from a sword sheath with a flash
of steel.
King Roedran pierces your head.
You pierce *Stokes*'s right leg.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
Ok.


* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
It's already open!
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
Ok.
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
Ok.


* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
It's already open!
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > Ok.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > King Roedran pierces your right arm hard.
It's already open!
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > Ok.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >

King Roedran pierces your right leg hard.
You barely tickle *Stokes*'s body with your pierce.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you parry successfully.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > You narrate 'open it?'


* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > [rem throwing]
You stop using a sharp, red stone dagger.


* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded >
You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a camouflaged hood.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary - Stokes: Wounded > You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
King Roedran pierces your body.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
A throwing spike arcs through the air.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
*Stokes* grunts in pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.
King Roedran pierces your body very hard.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a pelt of black wolfskin matted with blood.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
A throwing spike arcs through the air.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
Zerpit narrates 'killing mercenary'

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Wounded >
*Stokes* spasms in excruciating pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.
You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a set of cloth sleeves.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered >

King Roedran pierces your body hard.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered > You're too busy at the moment!

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered >
King Roedran pierces your right leg.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered >
You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered >
A throwing spike arcs through the air.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered >
*Stokes* spasms in excruciating pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Stokes: Battered >

King Roedran pierces your body.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you parry successfully.
King Roedran pierces your body.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
You narrate 'open thronedoor?'

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a silver Kandori wristcuff.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
A throwing spike arcs through the air.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >

*Stokes* grunts in pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a silver Kandori wristcuff.


* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
King Roedran pierces your left foot.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you dodge the attack.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
King Roedran pierces your body hard.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
A throwing spike arcs through the air.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a belt with a buckle of
cuendillar.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
*Stokes* spasms in excruciating pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
You're too busy at the moment!

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
King Roedran pierces your left leg.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you parry successfully.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
King Roedran barely pierces your body.
Byrg narrates 'draz in'


* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
Drink from what?
Byrg narrates 'ffs'

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >

King Roedran barely pierces your body.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
A throwing spike arcs through the air.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >

*Stokes* grunts in pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.
Vannor narrates 'on raz'

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >

King Roedran pierces your body.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > You try to quietly draw a throwing spike from a pair of earthen colored
breeches.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > Yes, narrate, fine, narrate we must, but WHAT???

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered > You throw a throwing spike at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >

A throwing spike arcs through the air.
King Roedran pierces your body.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Battered >
*Stokes* grunts in pain as he is struck by a throwing spike.
You narrate 'open'

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
You don't seem to have a sheathed weapon.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > You don't have anything to throw!

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your left leg very hard.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >

You get a throwing knife from a backpack.


* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your right arm.
You barely tickle *Stokes*'s right arm with your hit.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
You get a throwing knife from a backpack.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
You get a throwing knife from a backpack.


* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > You get a throwing knife from a backpack.


* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
There doesn't seem to be a knife in a backpack.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
There doesn't seem to be a knife in a backpack.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > There doesn't seem to be a knife in a backpack.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > There doesn't seem to be a knife in a backpack.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
[wie throwing]
You wield a throwing knife.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > You sheath a throwing knife into a camouflaged hood.

* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your body.


* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > [wie throwing]
You wield a throwing knife.


* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
You fumble a throwing knife as you are struck.
King Roedran pierces your left leg very hard.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
You try to quietly draw a throwing knife from a camouflaged hood.
You barely tickle *Stokes*'s right leg with your pierce.
*Stokes* blasts your right leg into bloody fragments!
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
You sheath a throwing knife into a camouflaged hood.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > [wie throwing]
You wield a throwing knife.
Vannor narrates 'cant draz on me'

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
You sheath a throwing knife into a pelt of black wolfskin matted with
blood.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > [wie throwing]
You wield a throwing knife.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > You sheath a throwing knife into a set of cloth sleeves.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > You are carrying:
a throwing knife
a sharp, red stone dagger

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
You get a cup of thready brown tea from a backpack.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >

You quaff a cup of thready brown tea which dissolves.
Ok.
A surge of adrenaline works into your muscles, enhancing your strength.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your body.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
You try to quietly draw a throwing knife from a camouflaged hood.
You tickle *Stokes*'s left hand with your pierce.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
King Roedran pierces your left hand.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
You are carrying:
a throwing knife
a sharp, red stone dagger

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > A Grand Throneroom
Of a modest size, the room is opulent in design. Every surface reflects a
wealth and extravagance that is found nowhere else in the city. The walls
are paneled with etched goldwork, and rows of columns stand sentinel on
either side of the room. Billowing silk runners of black hide the spaces
between columns and beyond. The throne itself sits on a dais of gold and
black marble crosshatch under an imperial red awning of velvet.
[ obvious exits: S ]
A worn and weatherbeaten throne of thick oak is set upon a stone pedestal.
*Stokes* is here, fighting YOU!
King Roedran is here, fighting YOU!
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A man dressed in dark clothes stands by in the shadows.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.
A large man with dead cold eyes lurks in the shadows here.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
[wie throwing]
You're already wielding a weapon.

* S HP:Battered MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
- = +
*
King Roedran pierces your left arm.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.

*
King Roedran pierces your right foot hard.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!

+ = - -
You throw a throwing knife at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >

A throwing knife arcs through the air.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your left arm hard.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
You swiftly dodge *Stokes*'s attempt to blast you.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
*Stokes* grunts in pain as he is struck by a throwing knife.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > You wield a sharp, red stone dagger.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
You won't flee from any fight now.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten > King Roedran pierces your left hand.
You tickle *Stokes*'s body with your pierce.
You are carrying:
a throwing knife

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
The thronedoor is opened from the other side.
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran barely pierces your right hand.
You pierce *Stokes*'s left leg.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
The thronedoor is opened from the other side.
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your right leg hard.
You tickle *Stokes*'s body with your pierce.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
You narrate 'he crit inside'

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your body.
You barely tickle *Stokes*'s body with your pierce.
*Stokes* tries to blast you, but you parry successfully.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
The thronedoor is opened from the other side.
*Stokes* closes the thronedoor.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran pierces your left leg hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
You stop using a sharp, red stone dagger.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran barely pierces your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You try to quietly draw a throwing knife from a pelt of black wolfskin matted with blood.
You tickle *Stokes*'s right foot with your pierce.
You swiftly dodge *Stokes*'s attempt to blast you.
You are already wielding a weapon!

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
You throw a throwing knife at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >

A throwing knife arcs through the air.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >

*Stokes* grunts in pain as he is struck by a throwing knife.

* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >
King Roedran barely pierces your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten > You try to quietly draw a throwing knife from a set of cloth sleeves.


* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten > King Roedran barely pierces your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You swiftly dodge *Stokes*'s attempt to blast you.
You throw a throwing knife at *Stokes*.

* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >

A throwing knife arcs through the air.

* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Beaten >

*Stokes* spasms in excruciating pain as he is struck by a throwing knife.
The thronedoor is opened from the other side.

* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Critical > You don't have anything to throw!

* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Critical >
You don't seem to have a sheathed weapon.


* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Critical > You don't have anything to throw!
Byrg narrates 'draz is ?'

* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Stokes: Critical >
King Roedran pierces your left foot hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

*Stokes* blasts your body into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

Someone pierces your body.
You are dead! Sorry...
Ouch! You lose a level.
Circle of Darkness
[ obvious exits: N E S W U D ]
South: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
West: A massive and hairy trolloc is here sniffing the air.
Up: A raven is here flying around.
Down: An artifact collector stands here, searching specific items.
A stout wooden barrel stands nearby.
A revolting well bubbles with the blood of the sacrificed.
You don't seem to have a sheathed weapon.


Biggest fail: Pre-PK I'll never need this many knives...



* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >

A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, ' 1 copper for a throwing knife.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'Initial deposit is 1 copper payable now. It will cost you 1 copper per day, due at
withdraw.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'I will take the deposit out of your credit.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc puts a throwing knife away for you.

* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, ' 1 copper for a throwing knife.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'Initial deposit is 1 copper payable now. It will cost you 1 copper per day, due at
withdraw.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'I will take the deposit out of your credit.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc puts a throwing knife away for you.


* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, ' 1 copper for a throwing knife.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'Initial deposit is 1 copper payable now. It will cost you 1 copper per day, due at
withdraw.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'I will take the deposit out of your credit.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc puts a throwing knife away for you.


* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, ' 1 copper for a throwing knife.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'Initial deposit is 1 copper payable now. It will cost you 1 copper per day, due at
withdraw.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'I will take the deposit out of your credit.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc puts a throwing knife away for you.

* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, ' 1 copper for a throwing knife.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'Initial deposit is 1 copper payable now. It will cost you 1 copper per day, due at
withdraw.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'I will take the deposit out of your credit.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc puts a throwing knife away for you.

* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, ' 1 copper for a throwing knife.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'Initial deposit is 1 copper payable now. It will cost you 1 copper per day, due at
withdraw.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc tells you, 'I will take the deposit out of your credit.'
A fat Ko'bal trolloc puts a throwing knife away for you.

elvira
Posts: 6
Joined: Tue Apr 12, 2022 4:02 am

Re: Fail!

Post by elvira » Fri May 27, 2022 3:34 am

Naerin wrote:
Thu May 26, 2022 11:44 am
Several thoughts:

1) He looks very, very afk here. Doesn't bash, just melees a mob to death while you're fireballing and then sits there while you fireball him some more? Honestly glad your light ball ran out here.

2) What happened after? Did you melee him to death? Re-do light ball and resume killing? Realize he was afk after a while?
No he wasnt afk, he run away and regen. Ten mins later i manage to get him though.

Morella
Posts: 166
Joined: Thu Jun 18, 2015 2:31 pm

Re: Fail!

Post by Morella » Fri May 27, 2022 7:50 am

Saying he came back doesn’t mean he wasn’t clearly afk

Khaster
Posts: 59
Joined: Wed Mar 25, 2020 7:42 pm

Re: Fail!

Post by Khaster » Sun May 29, 2022 11:47 pm

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary - Zatuchly: Critical >
b
bash
-=+**+=- -=
Your bash at *Zatuchly* sends him sprawling!
*Zatuchly* is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary - Zatuchly: Critical >

You scythe *Zatuchly*'s left foot into bloody fragments!
*Zatuchly* 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 *Zatuchly*'s death cry.

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
nar rip zatuchly
You narrate 'rip zatuchly'

cmw
change mood wimpy
* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
cmw
change mood wimpy
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 213 hit points.

g
get all corpse
* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
rem spear;draw;scalp;sheath; wield spear
You get a pair of lissome leather boots with metal capped toes from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a pair of thick, gold-plated greaves from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a water skin from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a belt with a buckle of cuendillar from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a wicked knife bladed axe from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a polished onyx-inlaid shield from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a jeweled wristcuff from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a jeweled wristcuff from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a sturdy pair of full leather gauntlets from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a pair of polished, gold-plated vambraces from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get an embroidered, cotton shoulder bag from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get an inky black cloak from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a shirt of overlapping black scales from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a shimmering chain of gold from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a shimmering chain of gold from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a strange, insectoid helm from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a gold ring delicately carved with ivy from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get a gold ring delicately carved with ivy from the corpse of Zatuchly.
You get an oilstone from the corpse of Zatuchly.

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
Beads of cold sweat begin to emerge from your face!
You feel some dark power draining your life force...
You don't seem to be using a spear.

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
You feel some dark power draining your life force...
You are already wielding a weapon!

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
You feel some dark power draining your life force...
You need to wield a short bladed weapon for that!

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
You feel some dark power draining your life force...
You don't seem to be wearing a proper sheath.

* R HP:Critical MV:Weary >
You ought to be awake before wielding anything.


HP:Critical MV:Weary >
rem sword
All you can do right now is think about the stars!

HP:Critical MV:Weary >
l
All you can do right now is think about the stars!

HP:Critical MV:Weary >
sc
Circle of Light
[ obvious exits: D ]
Zone: Circles of Light/Darkness/Ravens
The waters of a blue-veined marble fountain pour forth here.
A stout wooden barrel stands nearby.
A kind-faced figure stands here.

Revescaal
Posts: 70
Joined: Thu Aug 18, 2016 5:49 pm

Re: Fail!

Post by Revescaal » Mon May 30, 2022 1:33 pm

A perfect log.

Penetrator
Posts: 75
Joined: Thu Sep 29, 2016 8:02 am

Re: Fail!

Post by Penetrator » Wed Jun 01, 2022 8:49 am

Not neccessarily a fail but rather a kudos to Corentin and Elvira for keeping pk alive

shouldve rolled bash on elvira at the end to end it spectacularry killing both but alas for that fuckin firestrike

o HP:Beaten MV:Strong > scan e
scan e
*Corentin* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

o HP:Beaten MV:Strong > scan e
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

o HP:Beaten MV:Strong > st
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

e
9
o HP:Beaten MV:Strong > You stop resting, and stand up.

o HP:Beaten MV:Strong > In Front Of The Dark Tower
You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the
one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill
feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits
and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an
especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower
looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path
leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it.
Another path leads south from here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > s
e
9
A Trolloc Camp
The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown
thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild
here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and
the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but
small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > Nearing A Trolloc Camp
Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and
shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of
growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs
provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > n
9
b
Thinning Woods
Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the
sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and
thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense
thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To
the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Corentin* is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > *Corentin* leaves east riding a warhorse.
[k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [bash ]
Bash who?

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > 9
9
9
[k light]
They aren't here.

e
* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > 9
b
[k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > *Corentin* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.
[k light]
You try to cleave *Corentin*, but he deflects the blow.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Battered > No way! You're fighting for your life!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Battered > [k light]
You do the best you can!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Battered >

[bash ]
cw-
=f+
Cancelled.
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Battered >

You panic and attempt to flee!

cb
You flee head over heels.
In Front Of The Dark Tower
You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the
one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill
feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits
and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an
especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower
looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path
leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it.
Another path leads south from here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > 9
9
[k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > e
1
[k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > Thinning Woods
Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the
sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and
thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense
thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To
the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Corentin* is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >

[bash human]

-
=
+
*Corentin* scythes your left leg.
*

*
+
=
-

-
=
Your bash at *Corentin* sends him sprawling!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Battered >
You cleave *Corentin*'s right arm very hard.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > cb
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten >
You cleave *Corentin*'s body very hard.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten >
*Elvira* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > cw
f
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten >

You panic and attempt to flee!


*Corentin* barely scythes your body.


You flee head over heels.
In Front Of The Dark Tower
You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the
one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill
feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits
and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an
especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower
looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path
leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it.
Another path leads south from here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > 9
9
*Corentin* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.
[k light]
You try to cleave *Corentin*, but he deflects the blow.

cb
* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > [k light]
You do the best you can!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > 9
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

cw
* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > f
s
[k light]
You do the best you can!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > You try to cleave *Corentin*, but he parries successfully.
A hooved trolloc joins your fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins a hooved trolloc's fight!
A fade joins a hooved trolloc's fight!
A hideous trolloc joins a hooved trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins your fight!
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten >

You panic and attempt to flee!

You flee head over heels.
Thinning Woods
Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the
sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and
thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense
thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To
the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Elvira* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
*Elvira* is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
Nearing A Trolloc Camp
Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and
shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of
growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs
provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > cb
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > w
9
A Trolloc Camp
The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown
thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild
here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and
the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but
small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > n
9
b
In Front Of The Dark Tower
You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the
one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill
feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits
and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an
especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower
looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path
leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it.
Another path leads south from here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Corentin* is here, fighting a hooved trolloc, riding a warhorse.
A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.
A Dhai'mon trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.
A fade is here, fighting Corentin.
A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > *Corentin* panics, and attempts to flee!
[k light]
You cleave *Corentin*'s right leg hard.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Scratched - Corentin: Beaten >

[bash ]

*Corentin* leaves north riding a warhorse.
*Corentin* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.
-
=
+
*
*Corentin* leaves east riding a warhorse.
*
+
=e-9
b
Cancelled.
Thinning Woods
Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the
sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and
thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense
thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To
the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Corentin* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
*Elvira* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
*Elvira* is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > *Elvira* strikes your head.
*Corentin* scythes your body.
[k light]
You do the best you can!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Elvira: Beaten >

[bash ]
cw-
*Corentin* scythes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

*Elvira* barely strikes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


f=
Cancelled.
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Elvira: Beaten >

You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
In Front Of The Dark Tower
You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the
one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill
feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits
and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an
especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower
looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path
leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it.
Another path leads south from here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > s

*Corentin* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > *Corentin* barely scythes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

No way! You're fighting for your life!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten >
A hideous trolloc joins your fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins your fight!
A hooved trolloc joins a hideous trolloc's fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins a hooved trolloc's fight!
A fade joins a hooved trolloc's fight!

f
* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Corentin: Beaten > s
s
You panic and attempt to flee!


A fade slashes Corentin's body.
A Dhai'mon trolloc tries to hack Corentin, but he deflects the blow.
Corentin swiftly dodges a hooved trolloc's attempt to cleave him.
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave Corentin, but he parries successfully.
A hideous trolloc cleaves Corentin's head.

You flee head over heels.
A Trolloc Camp
The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown
thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild
here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and
the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but
small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A Trolloc Camp
There is little doubt as to what taint is twisting the forest around here,
now. You are standing in the middle of a clearing, which is obviously used
as a camp by Trollocs. You see discarded human clothing and armor scattered
around, as well as a rack of strung human skulls hanging from a pole. There
is a big cookpot over the campfire, and the smell of cooking meat drifts
towards you.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A beaked trolloc is here, scouting.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously.
A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously.
A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar.

o HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > Alas, you cannot go that way...

o HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > cb
n
n
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

9
o HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > A Trolloc Camp
The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown
thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild
here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and
the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but
small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > b'
In Front Of The Dark Tower
You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the
one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill
feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits
and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an
especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower
looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path
leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it.
Another path leads south from here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Corentin* is here, fighting a hooved trolloc, riding a warhorse.
A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.
A Dhai'mon trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.
A fade is here, fighting Corentin.
A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Corentin.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k light]
You cleave *Corentin*'s right leg hard.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Scratched - Corentin: Critical > *Corentin* leaves east riding a warhorse.
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >
A hideous trolloc leaves south.
A hooved trolloc leaves south.
A Dhai'mon trolloc leaves south.
A fade leaves south.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > 9
9
e
[k light]
They aren't here.

9
* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k light]
They aren't here.

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > Thinning Woods
Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the
sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and
thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense
thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To
the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Corentin* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
*Elvira* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
*Elvira* is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!

* HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > *Elvira* strikes your right arm.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

*Corentin* leaves east riding a warhorse.
[k light]
You do the best you can!

* HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Elvira: Beaten > 9
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You try to cleave *Elvira*, but she parries successfully.
*Elvira* strikes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

[k light]
You do the best you can!

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* HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Elvira: Beaten >
*Corentin* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.

* HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Elvira: Beaten > *Corentin* barely scythes your left leg.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Elvira: Beaten >

You panic and attempt to flee!


You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

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


You try to cleave *Elvira*, but she deflects the blow.
*someone* strikes your right foot.
You are incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
You're in no shape to flee!

HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
You are dead! Sorry...
You feel the Weave of the Wheel loosen from you.

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