Ouch! That really did HURT!
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
man he hit you with a sassy remark too, devastating :P
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
Ya I was getting reamed, was fighting for about 10-15 mins of just beat-crit near deaths. Sucks having to use big mobs. But using trees was doing nothing with missed bash’s and parry’s while bashed. Probably should have went south to Kajin sergs or ctf. Faiz wanted to fight in FD. Should have taken it south. Alas the gear was so heavy. Had some decent pk after where we did end up in fd nearly died a lot there too. I feel like my bash is horrendous 95% of the time.
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong >
*Weir* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong - Weir: Battered >
A sergeant bellows 'Rally the forces, the dreadlords approach!'
A soldier joins Weir's fight!
A soldier joins a soldier's fight!
A sergeant pounds your body into bloody fragments!
A sergeant pounds your body extremely hard.
A sergeant pounds your body hard.
A soldier tries to scythe you, but you deflect the blow.
A soldier tries to scythe you, but you parry successfully.
*Weir* lances your right arm into bloody fragments!
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 60.964 seconds.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Fresh - Weir: Battered >
*Lansin* has arrived from the east, riding a Domani razor.
snif
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Fresh - Weir: Battered >
*Lansin* slashes your right leg into bloody fragments!
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh - Weir: Battered >
f
n
n
*Lansin* slashes your body into bloody fragments!
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
A sergeant pounds your body very hard.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
A sergeant pounds your body extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!
A soldier scythes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A soldier scythes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*someone* lances your left arm into bloody fragments!
You are dead! Sorry...
*Weir* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
* R HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Strong - Weir: Battered >
A sergeant bellows 'Rally the forces, the dreadlords approach!'
A soldier joins Weir's fight!
A soldier joins a soldier's fight!
A sergeant pounds your body into bloody fragments!
A sergeant pounds your body extremely hard.
A sergeant pounds your body hard.
A soldier tries to scythe you, but you deflect the blow.
A soldier tries to scythe you, but you parry successfully.
*Weir* lances your right arm into bloody fragments!
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 60.964 seconds.
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Fresh - Weir: Battered >
*Lansin* has arrived from the east, riding a Domani razor.
snif
* R HP:Wounded SP:Good MV:Fresh - Weir: Battered >
*Lansin* slashes your right leg into bloody fragments!
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh - Weir: Battered >
f
n
n
*Lansin* slashes your body into bloody fragments!
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
A sergeant pounds your body very hard.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
A sergeant pounds your body extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!
A soldier scythes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A soldier scythes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*someone* lances your left arm into bloody fragments!
You are dead! Sorry...
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
Brutal one. 5 mobs plus 2 pc
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
Accepted vs. Dreadlord in the Blight
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zankou*, but he dodges the attack.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Beaten >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
A fade slashes your body extremely hard.
You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
s
1
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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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
1
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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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
sc
1
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You have 97(280) hit, 70(163) saidar and 145(145) movement points.
You have scored 111597705 experience points and 155 quest points.
You need 6902295 exp to level and -5 qp to rank.
You have amassed 18 Turn points to date.
You have played 19 days and 16 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Navani the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
t
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**
+
You panic and attempt to flee!
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from *Zankou* burn your body!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
e
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
sc
You have 65(280) hit, 70(163) saidar and 145(145) movement points.
You have scored 111596239 experience points and 155 quest points.
You need 6903761 exp to level and -5 qp to rank.
You have amassed 18 Turn points to date.
You have played 19 days and 16 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Navani the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
1
k dark
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
You try to pierce *Zankou*, but he deflects the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Beaten >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
*Zankou* panics, and attempts to flee!
**+
A Dha'vol trolloc joins Zankou's fight!
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
You cough and shiver.
=
Ok.
*Zankou* panics, and attempts to flee!
*Zankou* leaves west riding a shadow stallion. <<
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning *someone*.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
qs
get syrup from container; quaff syrup
You get a cup of thick syrup from a backpack.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
You quaff a cup of thick syrup which dissolves.
You feel the toxins in your blood beginning to fade.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
You try to pierce a Dha'vol trolloc, but he deflects the blow.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
You pierce a Dha'vol trolloc's left leg hard.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you deflect the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
You pierce a Dha'vol trolloc's body.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you deflect the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
t
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
flee
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
t
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
w
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
t
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
s
t
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
You pierce a fade's right arm.
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A fade tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
1
k dark
A fade slashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
e
1
k dark
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
stats
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
s
You are a 133 year old female human channeler.
Your height is 5 feet, 0 inches, and you weigh 110.0 lbs. BMI: 21.502.
You are carrying 14.1 lbs and wearing 25.1 lbs, very light. MUD BMI: 0.375.
Your base abilities are: Str:14 Int:19 Wil:19 Dex:17 Con:15. Total: 84.
Offensive bonus: 135, Dodging bonus: 132, Parrying bonus: 143. Total Defence: 275.
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 140 Hit Points
You are wanted by: Children of Light
Your armor absorbs about 13% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- CURE POISON
- CURE FEAR
- SOURCE
- ARMOR
- NO QUIT
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
You try to pierce the blight bear, but it parries successfully.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
You panic and attempt to flee!
(tic_timer): Tic in 7 seconds!
rl
release
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Ok.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
1
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They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
1
k dark
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 60.374 seconds.
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
sc
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
You have 56(280) hit and 145(145) movement points.
You have scored 111604029 experience points and 155 quest points.
You need 6895971 exp to level and -5 qp to rank.
You have amassed 18 Turn points to date.
You have played 19 days and 16 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Navani the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
emb
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight streches out around you. Small hills and stunted growth fill
the terrain, leaving a clear path to the east and south. The air is rife
with pestilence, the dry earth laden with massive cracks.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
w
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
The Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
scan n
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
s
s
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
A small path in the forest leads north and south here. Creepers lie across
the path and twitch when you move over them. You carefully avoid touching
anything. A large hill prevents you from heading eastward.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
You try to pierce a Dha'vol trolloc, but he deflects the blow.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
You try to pierce a Dha'vol trolloc, but he parries successfully.
You swiftly dodge a Dha'vol trolloc's attempt to cleave you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
You pierce a Dha'vol trolloc's body hard.
You swiftly dodge a Dha'vol trolloc's attempt to cleave you.
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
n
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
scan n
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
1
k dark
t
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zankou*, but he deflects the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Beaten >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
*Zankou* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
*
*Zankou* panics, and attempts to flee!
*+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning *Zankou*.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Critical >
*Zankou* leaves south riding a shadow stallion. vv
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
e
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
look
You start paying increased attention to your surroundings.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
It starts to rain.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 60.308 seconds.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
not
You stop paying increased attention to your surroundings.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
emb
e
s
s
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that..
st
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that..
st
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You stop resting, and stand up.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You are already standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You are already standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
e
s
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
n
1
k dark
1
k dark
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
t
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
n
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
t
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
em
embrace
You are already in touch with saidar, can't you feel it?
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Scratched >
f
cha mood wimpy; You pierce the blight bear's left leg extremely hard.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
t
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+=
Ok.
You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you.
Your first time! Was it good for you too?
Streaks of Fire burn through *Zankou*, leaving only a blackened corpse.
*Zankou* is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Zankou*'s death cry.
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zankou*, but he dodges the attack.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Beaten >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
A fade slashes your body extremely hard.
You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
s
1
k dark
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
1
k dark
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
sc
1
k dark
You have 97(280) hit, 70(163) saidar and 145(145) movement points.
You have scored 111597705 experience points and 155 quest points.
You need 6902295 exp to level and -5 qp to rank.
You have amassed 18 Turn points to date.
You have played 19 days and 16 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Navani the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
t
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
* R HP:Battered SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**
+
You panic and attempt to flee!
You gasp in pain as streaks of fire from *Zankou* burn your body!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
e
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
sc
You have 65(280) hit, 70(163) saidar and 145(145) movement points.
You have scored 111596239 experience points and 155 quest points.
You need 6903761 exp to level and -5 qp to rank.
You have amassed 18 Turn points to date.
You have played 19 days and 16 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Navani the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
1
k dark
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
You try to pierce *Zankou*, but he deflects the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Beaten >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
*Zankou* panics, and attempts to flee!
**+
A Dha'vol trolloc joins Zankou's fight!
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
You cough and shiver.
=
Ok.
*Zankou* panics, and attempts to flee!
*Zankou* leaves west riding a shadow stallion. <<
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning *someone*.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
qs
get syrup from container; quaff syrup
You get a cup of thick syrup from a backpack.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
You quaff a cup of thick syrup which dissolves.
You feel the toxins in your blood beginning to fade.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
You try to pierce a Dha'vol trolloc, but he deflects the blow.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Healthy >
You pierce a Dha'vol trolloc's left leg hard.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you deflect the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
You pierce a Dha'vol trolloc's body.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you deflect the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
t
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
flee
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
t
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
w
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
t
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
s
t
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
You pierce a fade's right arm.
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A fade tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a fade: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
1
k dark
A fade slashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
e
1
k dark
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
stats
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
s
You are a 133 year old female human channeler.
Your height is 5 feet, 0 inches, and you weigh 110.0 lbs. BMI: 21.502.
You are carrying 14.1 lbs and wearing 25.1 lbs, very light. MUD BMI: 0.375.
Your base abilities are: Str:14 Int:19 Wil:19 Dex:17 Con:15. Total: 84.
Offensive bonus: 135, Dodging bonus: 132, Parrying bonus: 143. Total Defence: 275.
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 140 Hit Points
You are wanted by: Children of Light
Your armor absorbs about 13% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- CURE POISON
- CURE FEAR
- SOURCE
- ARMOR
- NO QUIT
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
You try to pierce the blight bear, but it parries successfully.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Healthy >
You panic and attempt to flee!
(tic_timer): Tic in 7 seconds!
rl
release
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
Ok.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
1
k dark
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 60.374 seconds.
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
sc
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
You have 56(280) hit and 145(145) movement points.
You have scored 111604029 experience points and 155 quest points.
You need 6895971 exp to level and -5 qp to rank.
You have amassed 18 Turn points to date.
You have played 19 days and 16 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Navani the Tower Accepted [White Tower 4] (Level 51).
You are standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
emb
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
w
The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight streches out around you. Small hills and stunted growth fill
the terrain, leaving a clear path to the east and south. The air is rife
with pestilence, the dry earth laden with massive cracks.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
w
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
t
The Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
scan n
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
s
s
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
A small path in the forest leads north and south here. Creepers lie across
the path and twitch when you move over them. You carefully avoid touching
anything. A large hill prevents you from heading eastward.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
You try to pierce a Dha'vol trolloc, but he deflects the blow.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave you, but you parry successfully.
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
You try to pierce a Dha'vol trolloc, but he parries successfully.
You swiftly dodge a Dha'vol trolloc's attempt to cleave you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
g
You pierce a Dha'vol trolloc's body hard.
You swiftly dodge a Dha'vol trolloc's attempt to cleave you.
[channel 'slice weaves' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
mf
cha mood wimpy; flee
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 140 hit points.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - a Dha'vol trolloc: Hurt >
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
n
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
scan n
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
n
1
k dark
t
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zankou*, but he deflects the blow.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Beaten >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+
*Zankou* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
*
*Zankou* panics, and attempts to flee!
*+=
Ok.
Streaks of fire flow from your hands, burning *Zankou*.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zankou: Critical >
*Zankou* leaves south riding a shadow stallion. vv
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
1
k dark
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
e
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
look
You start paying increased attention to your surroundings.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Good MV:Fresh >
look
It starts to rain.
(tic_timer): Tic length updated to: 60.308 seconds.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
not
You stop paying increased attention to your surroundings.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
emb
e
s
s
You feel the flows of saidar coursing through your body.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that..
st
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that..
st
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You stop resting, and stand up.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You are already standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You are already standing.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
e
s
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
s
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
n
1
k dark
1
k dark
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
t
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
n
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
1
k dark
t
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
Nobody here by that name.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
em
embrace
You are already in touch with saidar, can't you feel it?
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Scratched >
f
cha mood wimpy; You pierce the blight bear's left leg extremely hard.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
t
* R HP:Beaten SP:Strong MV:Fresh - the blight bear: Scratched >
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
Zone: The Blight
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze, being ridden by you.
*Zankou* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
[channel 'flame strike' h.dark]
You begin to weave the appropriate flows...
-=+**+=
Ok.
You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you.
Your first time! Was it good for you too?
Streaks of Fire burn through *Zankou*, leaving only a blackened corpse.
*Zankou* is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Zankou*'s death cry.
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
I KNEW it had to be a dline weave there...lol i started mine the instant you walked in and somehow you beat me. by 1 pulse. either way it was fun. good fight.
Re: Ouch! That really did HURT!
Yes was fun, was hoping that fade wasn't going to insta aggro me like it had been. I swear I was trying to avoid aggro pulse but kept walking right into it somehow.