Liberi Fatali
02-02-2005, 08:22 PM
I posted this on the 'real' boards. I forgot that a majority of you do not play Gemstone anymore, so I'll copy and paste it from there to here.
I'm not sure which GM is playing Ablen, but I'm sure he's fed up with me at this point. The other day, however, it was just Ablen and I in the same room. Just the two of us. It reminded me from a scene in a movie, perhaps King Arthur, where two enemies eyes meet each other in the middle of a battle (the invasion). I really didn't know what to say. I kept typing things out, and then quickly erasing them. I think he may have just stepped away from his computer, or something similar, but we both just stood there, not moving or anything.
Heh! I think we can make a movie out of the battles I've had with him. I can just hear Carl Orff's "O Fortuna" playing as the epic battle unfolds:
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>
A deliberate human templar stumbles in, muttering a curse to himself.
>l
>
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a deliberate human templar and a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Filthy blood of revenge, inject! Nightmare!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures at a deliberate human templar.
CS: +494 - TD: +225 + CvA: -10 + d100: +9 == +268
Warding failed!
A shiver passes through a deliberate human templar.
>
Lord Ablen just arrived.
>
A deliberate human templar screams out in pain!
A deliberate human templar holds its chest in pain.
>
Jenovadeath drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at a deliberate human templar!
AS: +460 vs DS: +226 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +45 = +311
... and hits for 118 points of damage!
Powerful slash!
The deliberate human templar's left leg is severed at the knee!
A deliberate human templar falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
The deliberate human templar is stunned!
>
Jenovadeath glares darkly, a murderous glint in his eyes as his lips tighten into a cool sneer.
>cower
You cower wretchedly, even in the safety of the shadows.
>
(Jenovadeath's eyes raise from the helpless templar, up to Ablen, whom remains calm at the otherside of the battlefield. They stare fiercely at each other.)
>
Ablen says, "Leave him, insect."
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
(Jenovadeath lifts his head slowly at these words in an insulted manner.)
>
Jenovadeath grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.
>
A deliberate human templar cries out in agony!
>
Jenovadeath says, "Finally..."
>
Jenovadeath slowly empties his lungs.
>
(Jenovadeath stealthily readies his sword in an attacking position, hovering ominously above the templar's head. The dark Sorcerer thrusts it downward, tearing through the back of the templar's neck and protruding it through the front.)
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at a deliberate human templar!
AS: +460 vs DS: +185 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +86 = +399
... and hits for 125 points of damage!
Incredible slash to the templar's neck!
Throat and vocal cords destroyed!
Zero chance of survival.
A deliberate human templar raises his hand in a futile effort to grasp something, then expires.
>
Jenovadeath glances at Ablen.
>
(Jenovadeath forces his longsword deeper and deeper into the templar's throat so that the hilt is touching the back of the templar's neck. Satisfied, he withdraws the sword from the warm layers of flesh and blood.)
>
Jenovadeath says, "...A man worth killing."
>
Ablen says, "You will pay for that, insect."
>
A bedraggled scout drags the corpse of a deliberate human templar away hurriedly.
>
Jenovadeath moves into a defensive stance, ready to fend off an attack.
>
(Jenovadeath says, "I have killed more people than you could possibly imagine," he tilts his longsword slightly to examine it. "Enough blood has been spilled from this sword to quench the thirst of a thousand soldiers. Know this, Paladin. It's not how many you kill that determines how despicable you are, it's---".)
>
Jenovadeath says, "...Who you kill."
>
Jenovadeath laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
>
Ablen says, "Silence, insect."
>
Jenovadeath says, "Let us begin, then."
>l
>
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Lord Ablen, Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>l jenova
You see Jenovadeath Nattak the Sorcerer.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He appears to be wizened with age. He has piercing dark eyes and pale skin. He has very short, shiny silver hair with a black streak running through it. He has a bony face, a small nose and thin-tipped pointed ears.
He has a krolvin slave ship tattoo on his neck, and a leering black demon tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers in his right hand and a black coffin-shaped tower shield covered in bloody handprints in his left hand.
He is wearing a crimson tinted crystal sphere enclosing a tiny black rose, a crystal amulet, a weathered kobold ear fetish, a spiraling black wire rose pin, some padded black leather boots intricately tooled with an image of a raging tempest, a twisted silver-link anklet, a heavy dark wool shirt with long narrow sleeves, a winged silver helm, a darkened sack with the image of a gem encrusted morning star stitched in fine silver thread, a pair of grey wolfskin trousers with piping of deep green snakeskin running down the seams, a hand-crafted dark leather rucksack faded from exposure to the elements, and a leather breastplate with a magnificent drake tooled on the chest.
>
l ablen
You see Ablen Clipaeum the Solar Templar.
He appears to be a Human.
He appears to be mature and taller than average. He has gold-flecked pale blue eyes and golden brown skin. He has shoulder length, straight honey blonde hair with bangs that frame the top of his face. He has a straight freckled nose and a trimmed, thick sunstreaked goatee.
He has a tiny sun-shaped mark on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a polished invar claidhmore in his right hand.
He is wearing a sun-shaped pendant hanging from a malachite neckchain, a turquoise and gold sunburst symbol, a polished black shield set with a golden sunburst in its center, a gold-trimmed white hooded mantle, a bloodied rag tied tightly around his left arm, some crossed leather back-sheaths, a weathered leather satchel, a gold wristchain, a gold-traced white silk tabard, a burnished rolaren-link hauberk, a blackworked white linen sack, a pair of loose gold-trimmed linen pants sashed with a length of dark blue silk, and some laced black leather boots.
>
(Jenovadeath exhales slowly. Like a miniature cloud, his breath hangs for a moment in front of his face, before dispersing into the air. He quickly reaches for his sword, his hand rattling against the veniom-hilt, and lunges at Ablen! Ablen raises his invar claidhmore, and with a terrible *CLANG* the two weapons collide, sending a dazzling array of sparks soaring off into the distance!)
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at Ablen!
Ablen parries the attack with his claidhmore!
>
Ablen smirks.
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath says, "Come, Ablen. Show me your courage."
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at Ablen!
Ablen parries the attack with his claidhmore!
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Enough of this! You're merely toying! I shall burn a true vision of horror into that empty head of yours!"
>
Jenovadeath slings a black coffin-shaped tower shield covered in bloody handprints over his shoulder.
>
Jenovadeath put a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers in his darkened sack.
>
With a flourish, Jenovadeath crosses his arms in front of him, and suddenly a pair of blades appear in his hands seemingly from nowhere. He brandishes his weapons with an air of confidence.
>l
>
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Lord Ablen, Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "I will make you bleed more than a female halfling who has just shed her endometrium!"
>
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Aurora, exhale bloody air! Blood Burst!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures at Ablen.
CS: +494 - TD: +350 + CvA: -2 + d100: +55 == +197
Warding failed!
A ragged wound rips open Ablen's jugular, which begins spurting blood.
>
You feel more refreshed.
>cringe
You cringe inwardly.
>
Ablen pauses for a moment before raising his hands toward the sky.
>
A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes Jenovadeath!
... 40 points of damage!
Left leg burned off at the knee. Ouch.
Jenovadeath falls screaming to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
He is stunned!
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
AS: +489 vs DS: +744 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +55 = -166
A clean miss.
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath jumps to his feet.
Jenovadeath reaches for an imaginary opponent and then does an impressive display of the martial arts technique of the throw.
>
Jenovadeath says, "If death is what you seek, then you shall have it."
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "However... throwing a fireball at me is cheating. Take it back!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Guiding light, shed magic power from above! Spirit Strike!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures.
An invisible force guides Jenovadeath.
>
Jenovadeath utters a light chant and raises his hands, beckoning the lesser spirits to his aid...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Smoldering flames far below, punish the wicked! Fire Spirit!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures at Ablen.
Jenovadeath hurls a roaring ball of fire at Ablen!
AS: +502 vs DS: +451 with AvD: +12 + d100 roll: +80 = +143
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Blow reddens skin on the right arm.
The guiding force leaves Jenovadeath.
>
Ablen laughs!
>
Jenovadeath says, "Lessons cannot be taught with a gentle hand, it appears."
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Unfortunately, play time is over. But what fun is destruction if no 'precious' lives are lost? Your life ends here!"
>
Ablen glares.
>
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Death gods carving life, take his soul! Dark Catalyst!"
>
(Jenovadeath gestures vehemently, his form blurring with lightning-quick motion. He traces arcane sigils into the air around him in a circle of fury, leaving gleaming tracers from the ends of his fingers. Suddenly, he thrusts outward his arm through the sigils as a flurry of intense rays eminates from his palm.)
>
Jenovadeath gestures at Ablen.
CS: +494 - TD: +350 + CvA: -2 + d100: +39 == +181
Warding failed!
Ablen is suddenly engulfed in an explosion of pure essence and brilliant white fire!
... and hits for 21 points of damage!
... 50 points of damage!
Fire completely surrounds Ablen. Blood boils and heart stops.
* Ablen drops dead at your feet!
Ablen appears less confident and fearless.
Ablen's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Ablen begins to falter, then completely fades away.
The very powerful look leaves Ablen.
The white light leaves Ablen.
The deep blue glow leaves Ablen.
Ablen appears to lose some internal strength.
Ablen eyes narrow and shift to the side.
The light blue glow leaves Ablen.
The powerful look leaves Ablen.
Ablen appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
A crimson mist bleeds out from Ablen's exposed skin.
The warm glow fades from around Ablen.
Ablen becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Ablen loses the flickering pale blue energy surrounding him.
The dim celadon wisps about Ablen's hands flare up once more and fade completely away.
>
* Ablen just bit the dust!
>
>'oh my
You say, "Oh my."
>
Jenovadeath bursts out in triumphant laughter!
>unh
You stumble out of hiding.
>yell Jenovadeath just killed Ablen! Someone help him!
You belt out, "Jenovadeath just killed Ablen! Someone help him!"
>e
[Solhaven, Abalone and Chiton]
The elegant limestone facade of the Solhaven Inn and Restaurant dominates the street here. Deep blue awnings hang above the glaes-paned windows and front walk. A white-gloved doorman stands at the ready, ushering guests through the arched doors.
Obvious paths: east, south, west
Tabor.
I'm not sure which GM is playing Ablen, but I'm sure he's fed up with me at this point. The other day, however, it was just Ablen and I in the same room. Just the two of us. It reminded me from a scene in a movie, perhaps King Arthur, where two enemies eyes meet each other in the middle of a battle (the invasion). I really didn't know what to say. I kept typing things out, and then quickly erasing them. I think he may have just stepped away from his computer, or something similar, but we both just stood there, not moving or anything.
Heh! I think we can make a movie out of the battles I've had with him. I can just hear Carl Orff's "O Fortuna" playing as the epic battle unfolds:
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>
A deliberate human templar stumbles in, muttering a curse to himself.
>l
>
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a deliberate human templar and a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Filthy blood of revenge, inject! Nightmare!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures at a deliberate human templar.
CS: +494 - TD: +225 + CvA: -10 + d100: +9 == +268
Warding failed!
A shiver passes through a deliberate human templar.
>
Lord Ablen just arrived.
>
A deliberate human templar screams out in pain!
A deliberate human templar holds its chest in pain.
>
Jenovadeath drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at a deliberate human templar!
AS: +460 vs DS: +226 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +45 = +311
... and hits for 118 points of damage!
Powerful slash!
The deliberate human templar's left leg is severed at the knee!
A deliberate human templar falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
The deliberate human templar is stunned!
>
Jenovadeath glares darkly, a murderous glint in his eyes as his lips tighten into a cool sneer.
>cower
You cower wretchedly, even in the safety of the shadows.
>
(Jenovadeath's eyes raise from the helpless templar, up to Ablen, whom remains calm at the otherside of the battlefield. They stare fiercely at each other.)
>
Ablen says, "Leave him, insect."
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
(Jenovadeath lifts his head slowly at these words in an insulted manner.)
>
Jenovadeath grins coldly, his eyes reflecting no emotion.
>
A deliberate human templar cries out in agony!
>
Jenovadeath says, "Finally..."
>
Jenovadeath slowly empties his lungs.
>
(Jenovadeath stealthily readies his sword in an attacking position, hovering ominously above the templar's head. The dark Sorcerer thrusts it downward, tearing through the back of the templar's neck and protruding it through the front.)
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at a deliberate human templar!
AS: +460 vs DS: +185 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +86 = +399
... and hits for 125 points of damage!
Incredible slash to the templar's neck!
Throat and vocal cords destroyed!
Zero chance of survival.
A deliberate human templar raises his hand in a futile effort to grasp something, then expires.
>
Jenovadeath glances at Ablen.
>
(Jenovadeath forces his longsword deeper and deeper into the templar's throat so that the hilt is touching the back of the templar's neck. Satisfied, he withdraws the sword from the warm layers of flesh and blood.)
>
Jenovadeath says, "...A man worth killing."
>
Ablen says, "You will pay for that, insect."
>
A bedraggled scout drags the corpse of a deliberate human templar away hurriedly.
>
Jenovadeath moves into a defensive stance, ready to fend off an attack.
>
(Jenovadeath says, "I have killed more people than you could possibly imagine," he tilts his longsword slightly to examine it. "Enough blood has been spilled from this sword to quench the thirst of a thousand soldiers. Know this, Paladin. It's not how many you kill that determines how despicable you are, it's---".)
>
Jenovadeath says, "...Who you kill."
>
Jenovadeath laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
>
Ablen says, "Silence, insect."
>
Jenovadeath says, "Let us begin, then."
>l
>
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Lord Ablen, Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>l jenova
You see Jenovadeath Nattak the Sorcerer.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He appears to be wizened with age. He has piercing dark eyes and pale skin. He has very short, shiny silver hair with a black streak running through it. He has a bony face, a small nose and thin-tipped pointed ears.
He has a krolvin slave ship tattoo on his neck, and a leering black demon tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers in his right hand and a black coffin-shaped tower shield covered in bloody handprints in his left hand.
He is wearing a crimson tinted crystal sphere enclosing a tiny black rose, a crystal amulet, a weathered kobold ear fetish, a spiraling black wire rose pin, some padded black leather boots intricately tooled with an image of a raging tempest, a twisted silver-link anklet, a heavy dark wool shirt with long narrow sleeves, a winged silver helm, a darkened sack with the image of a gem encrusted morning star stitched in fine silver thread, a pair of grey wolfskin trousers with piping of deep green snakeskin running down the seams, a hand-crafted dark leather rucksack faded from exposure to the elements, and a leather breastplate with a magnificent drake tooled on the chest.
>
l ablen
You see Ablen Clipaeum the Solar Templar.
He appears to be a Human.
He appears to be mature and taller than average. He has gold-flecked pale blue eyes and golden brown skin. He has shoulder length, straight honey blonde hair with bangs that frame the top of his face. He has a straight freckled nose and a trimmed, thick sunstreaked goatee.
He has a tiny sun-shaped mark on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a polished invar claidhmore in his right hand.
He is wearing a sun-shaped pendant hanging from a malachite neckchain, a turquoise and gold sunburst symbol, a polished black shield set with a golden sunburst in its center, a gold-trimmed white hooded mantle, a bloodied rag tied tightly around his left arm, some crossed leather back-sheaths, a weathered leather satchel, a gold wristchain, a gold-traced white silk tabard, a burnished rolaren-link hauberk, a blackworked white linen sack, a pair of loose gold-trimmed linen pants sashed with a length of dark blue silk, and some laced black leather boots.
>
(Jenovadeath exhales slowly. Like a miniature cloud, his breath hangs for a moment in front of his face, before dispersing into the air. He quickly reaches for his sword, his hand rattling against the veniom-hilt, and lunges at Ablen! Ablen raises his invar claidhmore, and with a terrible *CLANG* the two weapons collide, sending a dazzling array of sparks soaring off into the distance!)
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at Ablen!
Ablen parries the attack with his claidhmore!
>
Ablen smirks.
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath says, "Come, Ablen. Show me your courage."
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath swings a veniom-hilted longsword at Ablen!
Ablen parries the attack with his claidhmore!
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Enough of this! You're merely toying! I shall burn a true vision of horror into that empty head of yours!"
>
Jenovadeath slings a black coffin-shaped tower shield covered in bloody handprints over his shoulder.
>
Jenovadeath put a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers in his darkened sack.
>
With a flourish, Jenovadeath crosses his arms in front of him, and suddenly a pair of blades appear in his hands seemingly from nowhere. He brandishes his weapons with an air of confidence.
>l
>
[Solhaven, Abalone Street]
Throngs of people travel westward towards the Market Square and the shouts of peddlers hawking their wares reach your ears. The unmistakable scent of chocolate wafts from the doorway of a small, whitewashed shop on the north side of the street. To the east you can see the hulking facade of the Solhaven Inn. You also see a dark bronze blade.
Also here: Lord Ablen, Jenovadeath
Obvious paths: east, west
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "I will make you bleed more than a female halfling who has just shed her endometrium!"
>
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Aurora, exhale bloody air! Blood Burst!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures at Ablen.
CS: +494 - TD: +350 + CvA: -2 + d100: +55 == +197
Warding failed!
A ragged wound rips open Ablen's jugular, which begins spurting blood.
>
You feel more refreshed.
>cringe
You cringe inwardly.
>
Ablen pauses for a moment before raising his hands toward the sky.
>
A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes Jenovadeath!
... 40 points of damage!
Left leg burned off at the knee. Ouch.
Jenovadeath falls screaming to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
He is stunned!
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
AS: +489 vs DS: +744 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +55 = -166
A clean miss.
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath jumps to his feet.
Jenovadeath reaches for an imaginary opponent and then does an impressive display of the martial arts technique of the throw.
>
Jenovadeath says, "If death is what you seek, then you shall have it."
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "However... throwing a fireball at me is cheating. Take it back!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Guiding light, shed magic power from above! Spirit Strike!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures.
An invisible force guides Jenovadeath.
>
Jenovadeath utters a light chant and raises his hands, beckoning the lesser spirits to his aid...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Smoldering flames far below, punish the wicked! Fire Spirit!"
>
Jenovadeath gestures at Ablen.
Jenovadeath hurls a roaring ball of fire at Ablen!
AS: +502 vs DS: +451 with AvD: +12 + d100 roll: +80 = +143
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Blow reddens skin on the right arm.
The guiding force leaves Jenovadeath.
>
Ablen laughs!
>
Jenovadeath says, "Lessons cannot be taught with a gentle hand, it appears."
>
Ablen swings a polished invar claidhmore at Jenovadeath!
Jenovadeath evades the attack!
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Unfortunately, play time is over. But what fun is destruction if no 'precious' lives are lost? Your life ends here!"
>
Ablen glares.
>
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
>
Jenovadeath exclaims, "Death gods carving life, take his soul! Dark Catalyst!"
>
(Jenovadeath gestures vehemently, his form blurring with lightning-quick motion. He traces arcane sigils into the air around him in a circle of fury, leaving gleaming tracers from the ends of his fingers. Suddenly, he thrusts outward his arm through the sigils as a flurry of intense rays eminates from his palm.)
>
Jenovadeath gestures at Ablen.
CS: +494 - TD: +350 + CvA: -2 + d100: +39 == +181
Warding failed!
Ablen is suddenly engulfed in an explosion of pure essence and brilliant white fire!
... and hits for 21 points of damage!
... 50 points of damage!
Fire completely surrounds Ablen. Blood boils and heart stops.
* Ablen drops dead at your feet!
Ablen appears less confident and fearless.
Ablen's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
The dully illuminated mantle protecting Ablen begins to falter, then completely fades away.
The very powerful look leaves Ablen.
The white light leaves Ablen.
The deep blue glow leaves Ablen.
Ablen appears to lose some internal strength.
Ablen eyes narrow and shift to the side.
The light blue glow leaves Ablen.
The powerful look leaves Ablen.
Ablen appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
A crimson mist bleeds out from Ablen's exposed skin.
The warm glow fades from around Ablen.
Ablen becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Ablen loses the flickering pale blue energy surrounding him.
The dim celadon wisps about Ablen's hands flare up once more and fade completely away.
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* Ablen just bit the dust!
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>'oh my
You say, "Oh my."
>
Jenovadeath bursts out in triumphant laughter!
>unh
You stumble out of hiding.
>yell Jenovadeath just killed Ablen! Someone help him!
You belt out, "Jenovadeath just killed Ablen! Someone help him!"
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[Solhaven, Abalone and Chiton]
The elegant limestone facade of the Solhaven Inn and Restaurant dominates the street here. Deep blue awnings hang above the glaes-paned windows and front walk. A white-gloved doorman stands at the ready, ushering guests through the arched doors.
Obvious paths: east, south, west
Tabor.