Davenshire
08-07-2007, 08:57 PM
Destruction reigns throughout teras.It's like the red rot has hit teras.... but instead of red dust it is all....black dust. Failing to find an empath our humble adventurer enter the healer's tent to buy some ale and walks in on......
[The Healer's Tent]
Rough leather cots line the circular wall, separated by small tripods spaced evenly between each pair. A brusque dwarf eyes you with a steady glare, his lip curled into a snarl of deepening impatience. You also see a framed wooden sign, the scarred Agarnil Kris, an instruments table with some stuff on it and a glaes firepot.
Also here: wounded non-empath #1, wounded non-empath #2, wounded non-empath #3, wounded non-empath #4, wounded non-empath #5, wounded non-empath #6, wounded non-empath #7, wounded non-empath #8, wounded non-empath #9, wounded non-empath #10, wounded non-empath #11, wounded non-empath #12, wounded non-empath #13, wounded non-empath #14, the corpse of a sorcerer, and the corpse of an empath.
Obvious exits: out
'what the heck is going on here?
You inquire, "what the heck is goign on here?"
wounded non-empath #7 exclaims, "no Kris!, not the glowing glaes bar, no NO yeaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!!!
Agarnil Kris cackles madly as he applies the glowing glaes bar to non-empath #7's wounds!
Agarnil Kris returns a dully glowing bar to the glaes firepot.
non-empath #3 states, "there are no empaths at the statue, so we all came here. I made the mistake of asking an empath to heal my neck. She replied, "I am trying to get ready to go out and play with my new spell, and you bother me over a pawltry 16 per neck bleeder!?!?- I'll give you something to whine about!" then she cast some obnoxious spell, I blacked out...and woke up with no arms!"
the corpse of a sorcerer moans.
the corpse of a sorcerer whines, "I cannot beleive that empath won the duel! All I ever do is 708 limbs, DC, and implode! It NEVER fails! This is...this is preposterous! inconceivable! I am going to log onto the forums and complain this instant, nerf NERF!"
the corpse of a sorcerer asks, "where are my arms and legs?"
wounded non-empath #11 coughs up some blackish dust.
wounded non-empath #11 says, "I think I just coughed up what's left of yer legs."
wounded non-empath #3 wretchingly says, "gross!"
wounded non-empath #5 exclaims. TMI, TMI!"
wounded non-empath #9 throws up in the corner.
Agarnil Kris grumbles, "would someone drag this sorcerer's corpse out back please? all this sissy la la'ing is distracting me from my work. make sure to lifekeep him though first, I can chop him up later for parts- business is booming!
the corpse of an empath exclaims, "wow look at all th wounded!"
the corpse of an empath states, "someone get me up so I can get back out and play with this spell!- I can't beleive I cast 1101 and then my incant 1116 withered me instead of the mob!"
Elanthia will survive empaths and wither... Though I think my character will find a wine cellar to hide in until they all figure out how to use it and work the kinks out.
[The Healer's Tent]
Rough leather cots line the circular wall, separated by small tripods spaced evenly between each pair. A brusque dwarf eyes you with a steady glare, his lip curled into a snarl of deepening impatience. You also see a framed wooden sign, the scarred Agarnil Kris, an instruments table with some stuff on it and a glaes firepot.
Also here: wounded non-empath #1, wounded non-empath #2, wounded non-empath #3, wounded non-empath #4, wounded non-empath #5, wounded non-empath #6, wounded non-empath #7, wounded non-empath #8, wounded non-empath #9, wounded non-empath #10, wounded non-empath #11, wounded non-empath #12, wounded non-empath #13, wounded non-empath #14, the corpse of a sorcerer, and the corpse of an empath.
Obvious exits: out
'what the heck is going on here?
You inquire, "what the heck is goign on here?"
wounded non-empath #7 exclaims, "no Kris!, not the glowing glaes bar, no NO yeaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!!!
Agarnil Kris cackles madly as he applies the glowing glaes bar to non-empath #7's wounds!
Agarnil Kris returns a dully glowing bar to the glaes firepot.
non-empath #3 states, "there are no empaths at the statue, so we all came here. I made the mistake of asking an empath to heal my neck. She replied, "I am trying to get ready to go out and play with my new spell, and you bother me over a pawltry 16 per neck bleeder!?!?- I'll give you something to whine about!" then she cast some obnoxious spell, I blacked out...and woke up with no arms!"
the corpse of a sorcerer moans.
the corpse of a sorcerer whines, "I cannot beleive that empath won the duel! All I ever do is 708 limbs, DC, and implode! It NEVER fails! This is...this is preposterous! inconceivable! I am going to log onto the forums and complain this instant, nerf NERF!"
the corpse of a sorcerer asks, "where are my arms and legs?"
wounded non-empath #11 coughs up some blackish dust.
wounded non-empath #11 says, "I think I just coughed up what's left of yer legs."
wounded non-empath #3 wretchingly says, "gross!"
wounded non-empath #5 exclaims. TMI, TMI!"
wounded non-empath #9 throws up in the corner.
Agarnil Kris grumbles, "would someone drag this sorcerer's corpse out back please? all this sissy la la'ing is distracting me from my work. make sure to lifekeep him though first, I can chop him up later for parts- business is booming!
the corpse of an empath exclaims, "wow look at all th wounded!"
the corpse of an empath states, "someone get me up so I can get back out and play with this spell!- I can't beleive I cast 1101 and then my incant 1116 withered me instead of the mob!"
Elanthia will survive empaths and wither... Though I think my character will find a wine cellar to hide in until they all figure out how to use it and work the kinks out.