Liberi Fatali
01-12-2007, 03:44 PM
I've posted logs like this several times in the past, and I've never had one get removed for this particular warning before. Has anyone else had posts removed for this reason? Almost all the logs I post in the humour section on the officials have SENDS from the GM in them -- I'm rather curious what happened here. The e-mail I received is also included after the post.
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Forum: GemStone IV
Category: General Roleplaying
Topic: Elanthian Humor
Msg#: 986
Subject: When the Grief Lets You Go.
>A shaft of scintillating light suddenly pierces the ceiling and strikes the
ground next to you. The beam of light then explodes in a shower of sparks and
Xayle is standing in its place.
>
Xayle folds her arms over her chest.
>
Xayle asks, "Alright, what do YOU want?"
>
Xayle taps her foot impatiently.
>
Xayle says, "Wake up. I don't have all day, you heathen."
>'Oh.
You say, "Oh."
>'What the.
You say, "What the."
>l
>
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>
Xayle raises an eyebrow.
>'I want my weapon fixed.
You say, "I want my weapon fixed."
>get my longs
You remove a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and blue
diamonds and green stars and yellow moons from in your crimson leather satchel.
>
Xayle asks, "It looks much better now. Why would you want it fixed?"
>'Well.
You say, "Well."
>'For one thing, I'm not a leprechaun.
You say, "For one thing, I'm not a leprechaun."
>
Xayle asks, "No?"
>
Xayle ponders.
>sacri teach xay
Xayle says, "I could fix that."
>
You quickly realize that with her lack of experience in the sorcerous arts,
Xayle wouldn't be able to comprehend your lesson.
>l xay
You see GameMaster Xayle.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She appears to be very young and very tall. She has amber-touched mottled
blue-green eyes and flawless alabaster skin. She has very long, straight
copper-tinged dark chestnut hair drawn back from her face by two slender braids
and secured with a length of black leather cording. She has an oval face and
slightly pointed ears. She has a tiny pink heart on her right cheek, just below
her eye.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a sitting beanbag amazon, a pair of triple-strand earrings
suspending lapis lazuli teardrops, a high-collared cerulean suede longcoat, a
silver-set ebonwood talisman, a suit of sleek black body armor, a back-laced
black leather half-bodice, a petite lapis lazuli-inset ring, a thick black ora
manacle, an indigo brocade hip sack shot through with silver threading, a pair
of slender suede thigh-strapped sheaths, some side-laced black leather pants,
and a pair of knee-high ebon leather boots.
>'I'd rather you just remedy my weapon back to its original (and enticing)
state.
You say, "I'd rather you just remedy my weapon back to its original (and
enticing) state."
>
l long
A faint aura of holy light radiates from the longsword.
>Xayle says, "You're no fun."
>
Xayle asks, "When was it done?"
>'Perhaps 4-5 weeks ago.
You say, "Perhaps 4-5 weeks ago."
>'Definitely more than three weeks.
You say, "Definitely more than three weeks."
>
l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>Xayle says, "Well, what were the circumstances? I can't find a record of it
having been changed anywhere."
l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>'...
You say, "..."
>'Dot, dot, dot.
You say, "Dot, dot, dot."
>'The circumstances were Khaladon changed it while performing under Giggler.
You say, "The circumstances were Khaladon changed it while performing under
Giggler."
>
Xayle says, "Super."
>'After he ganked it from my paws.
You say, "After he ganked it from my paws."
>
Xayle says, "Hold on."
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>glance
You glance down to see a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and
blue diamonds and green stars and yellow moons in your right hand and nothing in
your left hand.
>
* Arianiss joins the adventure.
>
* Arianiss returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>l xa
You see GameMaster Xayle.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She appears to be very young and very tall. She has amber-touched mottled
blue-green eyes and flawless alabaster skin. She has very long, straight
copper-tinged dark chestnut hair drawn back from her face by two slender braids
and secured with a length of black leather cording. She has an oval face and
slightly pointed ears. She has a tiny pink heart on her right cheek, just below
her eye.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a sitting beanbag amazon, a pair of triple-strand earrings
suspending lapis lazuli teardrops, a high-collared cerulean suede longcoat, a
silver-set ebonwood talisman, a suit of sleek black body armor, a back-laced
black leather half-bodice, a petite lapis lazuli-inset ring, a thick black ora
manacle, an indigo brocade hip sack shot through with silver threading, a pair
of slender suede thigh-strapped sheaths, some side-laced black leather pants,
and a pair of knee-high ebon leather boots.
>
SEND[Khaladon] Bah! I'll get you yet! Tiger Driver 98 > sword of lucky charms!
>report Hahahaha. You make me weep a sea of sorrow.
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>
Xayle asks, "A sea of sorrow?"
>
Xayle makes a choking sound.
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>
SEND[Khaladon] Don't forget this Sunday, Angle vs Joe, IronMan
>'How much would you pay me to be my girlfriend, curiously?
>
You ask, "How much would you pay me to be my girlfriend, curiously?"
>report Hoho, I'll make a note of it!
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situations or gamewide technical errors. Please use ASSIST for general support.
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>glance
You glance down to see a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and
blue diamonds and green stars and yellow moons in your right hand and nothing in
your left hand.
>
Xayle says, "I wouldn't. Instead, I'll kill you if you ever ask me that
question again."
>'Haha.
You say, "Haha."
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>'This feels like a date.
>
You say, "This feels like a date."
>'Here we are, both comfortable in the Inn at a table.
You say, "Here we are, both comfortable in the Inn at a table."
>'My, my, how thoroughly charming this must be for you.
You say, "My, my, how thoroughly charming this must be for you."
>
You feel poison coursing through your veins.
>heal
You seem to be in one piece.
Maximum Health Points: 124
Remaining Health Points: 124
Maximum Spirit Points: 10
Remaining Spirit Points: 10
Maximum Stamina Points: 60
Remaining Stamina Points: 60
Poisoned! Taking 50 damage per round. Dissipating 1 per round.
>
Xayle says, "Die."
>'Hoho.
You say, "Hoho."
>heal
You seem to be in one piece.
Maximum Health Points: 124
Remaining Health Points: 124
Maximum Spirit Points: 10
Remaining Spirit Points: 10
Maximum Stamina Points: 60
Remaining Stamina Points: 60
Poisoned! Taking 50 damage per round. Dissipating 1 per round.
>
Xayle says, "Ah, there it is."
>
Xayle says, "Give me the sword."
>'Harbour my children?
You ask, "Harbour my children?"
>'Then we've got a deal.
You say, "Then we've got a deal."
>
A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes you!
... 50 points of damage!
Electrical shock overloads your nervous system! Quite fatal.
The light blue glow leaves you.
The buzz of thoughts in your mind subsides.
You return to normal color.
The air calms down around you.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around you.
The misty halo fades from you.
A dark shadow seems to detach itself from your body, swiftly dissipating into
the air.
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
The air about you stops shimmering.
The deep blue glow leaves you.
The very powerful look leaves you.
The white light leaves you.
The bright luminescence fades from around you.
Your senses are no longer as sharp.
You lose your extra internal fortitude.
You notice your blood flow go back to normal.
You no longer feel so dextrous.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are
keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra
owes you a favor.
..departing in 10 mins...
A tremendous crack of thunder follows instantly!
>
* Jenovadeath just bit the dust!
>
Xayle says, "I'll just take it, thanks."
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>'What the.
You say, "What the."
>
You feel the mind of Clemantine touch yours, calling the memory of your location
as you last saw it. You offer no resistance.
>Xayle indicates a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and blue
diamonds and green stars and yellow moons as a possible option.
>
Xayle says, "Appreciate it. See ya."
>
SEND[Khaladon] http://www.tnawrestling.com/finalresolution/index.html
>'Your love has overloaded my nervous system.
You say, "Your love has overloaded my nervous system."
>
Xayle gestures and a shaft of scintillating light from somewhere above pierces
the ceiling and engulfs her. When the light recedes Xayle is no longer there.
>'Hey?!
You exclaim, "Hey?!"
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>
* Irken just bit the dust!
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>report Whoa, Kurt Angle?! Brilliant. I think I may order this after all!
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Message sent to all online game staff. You may type ONDUTY to see which staff
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>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>'Okay, you can come back out and bear mine heirs now, Xayle!
You exclaim, "Okay, you can come back out and bear mine heirs now, Xayle!"
>
SEND[Xayle] I had been considering giving the sword back after you rotted, but
now I think I'll keep it.
>
* Balstraud just bit the dust!
>report Oh princess of pure heart who shimmers like sunlight on water! I need
both you and your womb (as well as my longsword) to live life to its fullest
potential!
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situations or gamewide technical errors. Please use ASSIST for general support.
Message sent to all online game staff. You may type ONDUTY to see which staff
members are currently on duty. If you feel the need to speak with the staff,
please type ASSIST for a list of options.
>
You are healed.
>'Aw.
You say, "Aw."
>heal
>
You seem to be in one piece.
Maximum Health Points: 124
Remaining Health Points: 124
Maximum Spirit Points: 10
Remaining Spirit Points: 10
Maximum Stamina Points: 60
Remaining Stamina Points: 60
>exp
Level: 100 Deeds: 21
Experience: 8571193 Decays this level: 118
Exp. to next TP: 1307 Recent Deaths: 0
Mental TPs: 0 Fame: 103230969
Physical TPs: 18 Mana: 359/359 max
(1462 Phy converted to Mnt)
Your mind is as clear as a bell.
You feel a strange sense of serenity and find that you are able to reflect on
recent events with uncommon clarity and understanding.
>
A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes you!
... 50 points of damage!
Head explodes, splattering sizzling bits of flesh and bone everywhere.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are
keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra
owes you a favor.
..departing in 10 mins...
>
* Jenovadeath just bit the dust!
>'Oh what the!
You exclaim, "Oh what the!"
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
* Mekthros joins the adventure.
>
SEND[Xayle] I have removed you from the assist list for this reason: Your sword
is mine.
>
* Mekthros returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>laugh
You laugh, the sepulchral sound echoing through the room.
>'My, my.
You say, "My, my."
Player of Jenovadeath.
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Forum: GemStone IV
Category: General Roleplaying
Topic: Elanthian Humor
Msg#: 986
Subject: When the Grief Lets You Go.
>A shaft of scintillating light suddenly pierces the ceiling and strikes the
ground next to you. The beam of light then explodes in a shower of sparks and
Xayle is standing in its place.
>
Xayle folds her arms over her chest.
>
Xayle asks, "Alright, what do YOU want?"
>
Xayle taps her foot impatiently.
>
Xayle says, "Wake up. I don't have all day, you heathen."
>'Oh.
You say, "Oh."
>'What the.
You say, "What the."
>l
>
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>
Xayle raises an eyebrow.
>'I want my weapon fixed.
You say, "I want my weapon fixed."
>get my longs
You remove a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and blue
diamonds and green stars and yellow moons from in your crimson leather satchel.
>
Xayle asks, "It looks much better now. Why would you want it fixed?"
>'Well.
You say, "Well."
>'For one thing, I'm not a leprechaun.
You say, "For one thing, I'm not a leprechaun."
>
Xayle asks, "No?"
>
Xayle ponders.
>sacri teach xay
Xayle says, "I could fix that."
>
You quickly realize that with her lack of experience in the sorcerous arts,
Xayle wouldn't be able to comprehend your lesson.
>l xay
You see GameMaster Xayle.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She appears to be very young and very tall. She has amber-touched mottled
blue-green eyes and flawless alabaster skin. She has very long, straight
copper-tinged dark chestnut hair drawn back from her face by two slender braids
and secured with a length of black leather cording. She has an oval face and
slightly pointed ears. She has a tiny pink heart on her right cheek, just below
her eye.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a sitting beanbag amazon, a pair of triple-strand earrings
suspending lapis lazuli teardrops, a high-collared cerulean suede longcoat, a
silver-set ebonwood talisman, a suit of sleek black body armor, a back-laced
black leather half-bodice, a petite lapis lazuli-inset ring, a thick black ora
manacle, an indigo brocade hip sack shot through with silver threading, a pair
of slender suede thigh-strapped sheaths, some side-laced black leather pants,
and a pair of knee-high ebon leather boots.
>'I'd rather you just remedy my weapon back to its original (and enticing)
state.
You say, "I'd rather you just remedy my weapon back to its original (and
enticing) state."
>
l long
A faint aura of holy light radiates from the longsword.
>Xayle says, "You're no fun."
>
Xayle asks, "When was it done?"
>'Perhaps 4-5 weeks ago.
You say, "Perhaps 4-5 weeks ago."
>'Definitely more than three weeks.
You say, "Definitely more than three weeks."
>
l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>Xayle says, "Well, what were the circumstances? I can't find a record of it
having been changed anywhere."
l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>'...
You say, "..."
>'Dot, dot, dot.
You say, "Dot, dot, dot."
>'The circumstances were Khaladon changed it while performing under Giggler.
You say, "The circumstances were Khaladon changed it while performing under
Giggler."
>
Xayle says, "Super."
>'After he ganked it from my paws.
You say, "After he ganked it from my paws."
>
Xayle says, "Hold on."
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>glance
You glance down to see a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and
blue diamonds and green stars and yellow moons in your right hand and nothing in
your left hand.
>
* Arianiss joins the adventure.
>
* Arianiss returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>l xa
You see GameMaster Xayle.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She appears to be very young and very tall. She has amber-touched mottled
blue-green eyes and flawless alabaster skin. She has very long, straight
copper-tinged dark chestnut hair drawn back from her face by two slender braids
and secured with a length of black leather cording. She has an oval face and
slightly pointed ears. She has a tiny pink heart on her right cheek, just below
her eye.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a sitting beanbag amazon, a pair of triple-strand earrings
suspending lapis lazuli teardrops, a high-collared cerulean suede longcoat, a
silver-set ebonwood talisman, a suit of sleek black body armor, a back-laced
black leather half-bodice, a petite lapis lazuli-inset ring, a thick black ora
manacle, an indigo brocade hip sack shot through with silver threading, a pair
of slender suede thigh-strapped sheaths, some side-laced black leather pants,
and a pair of knee-high ebon leather boots.
>
SEND[Khaladon] Bah! I'll get you yet! Tiger Driver 98 > sword of lucky charms!
>report Hahahaha. You make me weep a sea of sorrow.
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>
Xayle asks, "A sea of sorrow?"
>
Xayle makes a choking sound.
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>
SEND[Khaladon] Don't forget this Sunday, Angle vs Joe, IronMan
>'How much would you pay me to be my girlfriend, curiously?
>
You ask, "How much would you pay me to be my girlfriend, curiously?"
>report Hoho, I'll make a note of it!
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>glance
You glance down to see a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and
blue diamonds and green stars and yellow moons in your right hand and nothing in
your left hand.
>
Xayle says, "I wouldn't. Instead, I'll kill you if you ever ask me that
question again."
>'Haha.
You say, "Haha."
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Also here: GameMaster Xayle who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
>'This feels like a date.
>
You say, "This feels like a date."
>'Here we are, both comfortable in the Inn at a table.
You say, "Here we are, both comfortable in the Inn at a table."
>'My, my, how thoroughly charming this must be for you.
You say, "My, my, how thoroughly charming this must be for you."
>
You feel poison coursing through your veins.
>heal
You seem to be in one piece.
Maximum Health Points: 124
Remaining Health Points: 124
Maximum Spirit Points: 10
Remaining Spirit Points: 10
Maximum Stamina Points: 60
Remaining Stamina Points: 60
Poisoned! Taking 50 damage per round. Dissipating 1 per round.
>
Xayle says, "Die."
>'Hoho.
You say, "Hoho."
>heal
You seem to be in one piece.
Maximum Health Points: 124
Remaining Health Points: 124
Maximum Spirit Points: 10
Remaining Spirit Points: 10
Maximum Stamina Points: 60
Remaining Stamina Points: 60
Poisoned! Taking 50 damage per round. Dissipating 1 per round.
>
Xayle says, "Ah, there it is."
>
Xayle says, "Give me the sword."
>'Harbour my children?
You ask, "Harbour my children?"
>'Then we've got a deal.
You say, "Then we've got a deal."
>
A bolt of lightning streaks down from the sky and strikes you!
... 50 points of damage!
Electrical shock overloads your nervous system! Quite fatal.
The light blue glow leaves you.
The buzz of thoughts in your mind subsides.
You return to normal color.
The air calms down around you.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around you.
The misty halo fades from you.
A dark shadow seems to detach itself from your body, swiftly dissipating into
the air.
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
The air about you stops shimmering.
The deep blue glow leaves you.
The very powerful look leaves you.
The white light leaves you.
The bright luminescence fades from around you.
Your senses are no longer as sharp.
You lose your extra internal fortitude.
You notice your blood flow go back to normal.
You no longer feel so dextrous.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are
keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra
owes you a favor.
..departing in 10 mins...
A tremendous crack of thunder follows instantly!
>
* Jenovadeath just bit the dust!
>
Xayle says, "I'll just take it, thanks."
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>'What the.
You say, "What the."
>
You feel the mind of Clemantine touch yours, calling the memory of your location
as you last saw it. You offer no resistance.
>Xayle indicates a veniom-hilted longsword painted with orange clovers and blue
diamonds and green stars and yellow moons as a possible option.
>
Xayle says, "Appreciate it. See ya."
>
SEND[Khaladon] http://www.tnawrestling.com/finalresolution/index.html
>'Your love has overloaded my nervous system.
You say, "Your love has overloaded my nervous system."
>
Xayle gestures and a shaft of scintillating light from somewhere above pierces
the ceiling and engulfs her. When the light recedes Xayle is no longer there.
>'Hey?!
You exclaim, "Hey?!"
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>
* Irken just bit the dust!
>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>report Whoa, Kurt Angle?! Brilliant. I think I may order this after all!
REPORT should only be used to notify the GemStone IV staff of emergency
situations or gamewide technical errors. Please use ASSIST for general support.
Message sent to all online game staff. You may type ONDUTY to see which staff
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>l
[Cavorting Thrak Table]
Centered on the central plank of the table is a glass full of water, set upside
down on a small plate. There are grooves in the floor boards, where the heavy
wooden chairs have been dragged back and forth through the years over the same
places. Marching around the edge of the table are tiny paintings of dozens of
thraks in a madcap parade.
Obvious exits: out
>'Okay, you can come back out and bear mine heirs now, Xayle!
You exclaim, "Okay, you can come back out and bear mine heirs now, Xayle!"
>
SEND[Xayle] I had been considering giving the sword back after you rotted, but
now I think I'll keep it.
>
* Balstraud just bit the dust!
>report Oh princess of pure heart who shimmers like sunlight on water! I need
both you and your womb (as well as my longsword) to live life to its fullest
potential!
REPORT should only be used to notify the GemStone IV staff of emergency
situations or gamewide technical errors. Please use ASSIST for general support.
Message sent to all online game staff. You may type ONDUTY to see which staff
members are currently on duty. If you feel the need to speak with the staff,
please type ASSIST for a list of options.
>
You are healed.
>'Aw.
You say, "Aw."
>heal
>
You seem to be in one piece.
Maximum Health Points: 124
Remaining Health Points: 124
Maximum Spirit Points: 10
Remaining Spirit Points: 10
Maximum Stamina Points: 60
Remaining Stamina Points: 60
>exp
Level: 100 Deeds: 21
Experience: 8571193 Decays this level: 118
Exp. to next TP: 1307 Recent Deaths: 0
Mental TPs: 0 Fame: 103230969
Physical TPs: 18 Mana: 359/359 max
(1462 Phy converted to Mnt)
Your mind is as clear as a bell.
You feel a strange sense of serenity and find that you are able to reflect on
recent events with uncommon clarity and understanding.
>
A roaring ball of fire streaks through the air and strikes you!
... 50 points of damage!
Head explodes, splattering sizzling bits of flesh and bone everywhere.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are
keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra
owes you a favor.
..departing in 10 mins...
>
* Jenovadeath just bit the dust!
>'Oh what the!
You exclaim, "Oh what the!"
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
* Mekthros joins the adventure.
>
SEND[Xayle] I have removed you from the assist list for this reason: Your sword
is mine.
>
* Mekthros returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>laugh
You laugh, the sepulchral sound echoing through the room.
>'My, my.
You say, "My, my."
Player of Jenovadeath.
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