Back and forth with Akzak, I stick a knife in him gap and get him beaten and chase blight...
9
* R HP:Battered MV:Haggard > 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 ]
North: A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
South: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
A raven is here, watching.
*Akzak* is standing here.
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.
*Akzak* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
[throw akzak] ggard - Akzak: Critical >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A ramshorned trolloc joins Akzak's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A fade joins Akzak's fight!
A fade slashes your body hard.
You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave you, but you dodge the attack.
A ramshorned trolloc tickles your left leg with his cleave.
A ramshorned trolloc barely cleaves your body.
A ramshorned trolloc barely cleaves your body.
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
East: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
South: A raven is here, watching.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard > 9
[throw akzak]
Throw at who?
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard >
*Akzak* has arrived from the south.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard > 9
*Akzak* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
[throw akzak] ard - Akzak: Critical >
You throw a throwing knife at *Akzak*.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical >
A throwing knife arcs through the air.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical >
*Akzak* spasms in excruciating pain as he is struck by a throwing knife.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > wield fang
You wield a curved clear dagger.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical >
You pierce *Akzak*'s right arm.
An Ahf'frait trolloc joins Akzak's fight!
A huge darkhound joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins Akzak's fight!
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
ard - Akzak: Critical >
You dodge a bash from *Akzak* who loses his balance and falls!
You panic and attempt to flee!
A Dhai'mon trolloc tries to crush you, but you deflect the blow.
A huge darkhound barely tickles your right leg with its hit.
An Ahf'frait trolloc barely cleaves your body.
n
0
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 ]
North: *Akzak* is standing here.
South: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
A raven is here, watching.
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.
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 ]
East: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
South: A raven is here, watching.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
*Akzak* is standing here.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A raven has arrived from the south.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard > [k akzak]
You barely pierce *Akzak*'s left leg.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > 0
0
You pierce *Akzak*'s right arm.
An Ahf'frait trolloc joins Akzak's fight!
A huge darkhound joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
A huge darkhound raises its head and gives a terrifying howl.
You hear a blood-curdling howl in the distance.
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins Akzak's fight!
[k akzak]
You do the best you can!
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > [k akzak]
You do the best you can!
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > f
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > ff
f
You pierce *Akzak*'s left leg.
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 202 hit points.
*Akzak* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash! <----- This is going to hurt!
You panic and attempt to flee!
A Dhai'mon trolloc barely crushes your body.
A huge darkhound hits your left arm.
An Ahf'frait trolloc cleaves your body.
*Akzak* blasts your right leg.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
e
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 ]
North: A raven is here, watching.
South: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, 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.
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 ]
South: A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
A raven is here, watching.
*Akzak* is standing here.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard > You are too exhausted. <---- here I'm thinking I'll die
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard >
*Akzak* tries to blast you, but you deflect the blow.
0
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > [k akzak]
You do the best you can!
* R HP:Beaten MV:Haggard - Akzak: Critical > quaff fluid
You quaff a thin vial of yellow fluid which dissolves.
You feel a sudden burst of stamina!
* R HP:Beaten MV:Weary - Akzak: Critical > f
You barely pierce *Akzak*'s head.
*Akzak* is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided. <----- did not think he was that low, knife must hit a vein.
An Ahf'frait trolloc leaves south.
A huge darkhound tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins a huge darkhound's fight!
You panic and attempt to flee!
0
A Dhai'mon trolloc tries to crush you, but you parry successfully.
A huge darkhound tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
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 ]
East: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
West: A raven is here, watching.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
[k akzak]
They aren't here.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Weary > w
0
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 ]
South: A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby, being ridden by you.
A raven is here, watching.
*Akzak* is lying here, mortally wounded.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
* R HP:Beaten MV:Weary > [k akzak]
You pierce *Akzak*'s body hard.
*Akzak* 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 *Akzak*'s death cry.
Spasms and Knives
Re: Spasms and Knives
Your narrations remind me of..Puny.
Re: Spasms and Knives
Is a crit which ignores abs% so def stuck him in a vein!Fermin wrote:*Akzak* spasms in excruciating pain as he is struck by a throwing knife.