Timjirdos
12-06-2007, 03:51 AM
Well, first let me preface this with two things: A: i don't post here much. and B: I rarely even use WARN or REPORT(Or even assist for that matter...) and tonight i seem to have done all 3.
But i'm sick of fucking getting used as a doormat for fucking someone 50 to 70 trains above me It's happened to me too many goddamn times without me doing anything about it, and tonight was just my breaking point.
Little Background: Well, i've pretty much been playing as my wizard the past few eeks. I had just got done doing a bounty and decided to sit in the park(Mistake #1) to rest and respell. Generally i don't really say much in-game. but occasionally i can be a bit sarcastic.(The few times i actually communicate in game) But Read below and see what i died over.
Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shaded park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bright lamplight from the square filtering through the passage to the north to illuminate the area with a soft glow. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object. You also see a grizzled old warrior, a steamy cup of coffee and brandy and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: Cortassian, Laerir, Draccor, Teresia, Boruch who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
You close a deep violet buckskin satchel.
Draccor searches around for a moment.
You close an embossed dark leather cape.
You sit down.
Malificet just came sashaying in gracefully.
Malificet just gracefully sashayed south.
Draccor starts chortling.
Spellup didn't find any spells that you need to cast.
Draccor darkly says, "Where did she go."
Usage: MAGIC [LIST | RESET | PERSON | SET <Spell#> <Minutes> | REMOVE <Spell#>]
The following spells are currently active:
204: Unpresence - 2:13 remaining.
401: Elemental Defense I - 3h 02:15 remaining. [+5DS, +5ETD]
406: Elemental Defense II - 2h 58:17 remaining. [+10DS, +10ETD]
414: Elemental Defense III - 1h 42:47 remaining. [+20DS, +15ETD]
503: Thurfel's Ward - 2h 40:03 remaining. [+22DS]
507: Elemental Deflection - 1h 41:08 remaining. [+23DS]
508: Elemental Bias - 1h 42:10 remaining. [+20ETD]
509: Strength - 2h 54:38 remaining. [+15Str, +15PhysAS]
513: Elemental Focus - 2h 06:22 remaining. [+20BoltAS, -20PhysAS]
905: Prismatic Guard - 1h 22:01 remaining. [+7PhysDS, +22BoltDS]
911: Mass Blur - 2h 50:51 remaining. [+20Dodging]
913: Melgorehn's Aura - 1h 14:12 remaining. [+11DS, +20ETD]
Total: [+91DS, +70ETD, +15Str, -5PhysAS, +20BoltAS, +7PhysDS, +22BoltDS, +20Dodging]
Draccor begins to twitch.
Speaking to Draccor, you ask, "Who cares?"
You shrug.
You recite a series of mystical phrases while raising your hands, invoking Elemental Focus...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Elemental Focus (513) stacks to 2h 23m. (+17m)
You bristle with energy.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>Laerir thoughtlessly wanders through an improvisation, using fifths in the bass -- little melody snippets issue from his zither through happenstance and spontaneous invention.
>Draccor waves a hand at you, dismissing you indifferently.
>Draccor darkly says, "Fool."
>look draccorYou see Draccor Roxinaak the Cutthroat.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Nalfein.
He is taller than average and appears to be of a tender age. He has bloodshot hazel eyes and tanned skin. He has short, straight light brown hair streaked with silver. He has a clean-shaven face and broad shoulders.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a sigil-incised nebulous vaalin ring in his lip, a lustrous dark mahogany pipe clenched between his teeth, and an etched veniom bar in his left eyebrow.
He is in good shape.
A thick layer of volcanic ash and soot covers a dull gold ring, some dark imflass alloy gauntlets, a pair of obsidian-plated shin-guards, a glyph-etched silver alloy flagon, a crystal amulet, a ruby amulet, a handpainted steel-riveted shield, some mithril-framed glasses with darkly tinted lenses, a platinum-bound maoral Adventurer's Guild badge, a black onyx Onar talisman, an obsidian Onar symbol, some shadowy black fitted trousers, a shadowy black weapons harness, some shadowy grey leather boots, a shadowy black leather tool pouch, a shadowy black leather tool belt, a shadowy black stalking cloak, a darkened imflass helm inlaid with some dragonfire quartz, a glossy black mithril hauberk, and a bright gold ring.
>profile draccorName: Draccor Roxinaak
Profession: Cutthroat
Race: Half-Elf Gender: Male
Guild Master of the Rogue Guild
Follower of Onar
Strongest foe vanquished: a greater earth elemental
>Draccor just went south.
>magicUsage: MAGIC [LIST | RESET | PERSON | SET <Spell#> <Minutes> | REMOVE <Spell#>]
The following spells are currently active:
204: Unpresence - 1:45 remaining.
401: Elemental Defense I - 3h 01:47 remaining. [+5DS, +5ETD]
406: Elemental Defense II - 2h 57:48 remaining. [+10DS, +10ETD]
414: Elemental Defense III - 1h 42:19 remaining. [+20DS, +15ETD]
503: Thurfel's Ward - 2h 39:35 remaining. [+22DS]
507: Elemental Deflection - 1h 40:40 remaining. [+23DS]
508: Elemental Bias - 1h 41:42 remaining. [+20ETD]
509: Strength - 2h 54:10 remaining. [+15Str, +15PhysAS]
513: Elemental Focus - 2h 22:53 remaining. [+20BoltAS, -20PhysAS]
905: Prismatic Guard - 1h 21:33 remaining. [+7PhysDS, +22BoltDS]
911: Mass Blur - 2h 50:23 remaining. [+20Dodging]
913: Melgorehn's Aura - 1h 13:44 remaining. [+11DS, +20ETD]
Total: [+91DS, +70ETD, +15Str, -5PhysAS, +20BoltAS, +7PhysDS, +22BoltDS, +20Dodging]
Malificet just came sashaying in gracefully.
>Malificet just gracefully sashayed north.
>inc 905You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Prismatic Guard...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Prismatic Guard (905) stacks to 1h 34m. (+13m 30s)
Multicolored rays shoot out of your body and flow into the shimmering sphere around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>inc 905...wait 1 seconds.
You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Prismatic Guard...
Prismatic Guard (905) stacks to 1h 48m. (+13m 30s)
Multicolored rays shoot out of your body and flow into the shimmering sphere around you.
Laerir thoughtlessly wanders through an improvisation, using fifths in the bass -- little melody snippets issue from his zither through happenstance and spontaneous invention.
You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Prismatic Guard...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Prismatic Guard (905) stacks to 2h 01m. (+13m 30s)
Multicolored rays shoot out of your body and flow into the shimmering sphere around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>Teresia's spirit appears to be lifted by the singing.
Teresia renews her songs.
>A grizzled old warrior goes south.
>inc 913You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Melgorehn's Aura...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Melgorehn's Aura (913) stacks to 1h 47m. (+34m)
A luminescent aura begins to swirl around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>The figure swings a black glaes falchion at you!
AS: +461 vs DS: +95 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +40 = +442
... and hits for 151 points of damage!
Your neck has been removed!
Your head quickly falls to the ground.
Spell Prismatic Guard (905) ended. [-7PhysDS, -22BoltDS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 09m.)
inc 913The shimmering multicolored sphere fades from around you.
Spell Mass Blur (911) ended. [-20Dodging]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 09m.)
You become solid again.
Spell Elemental Bias (508) ended. [-20ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 06m.)
You feel your extra magical awareness leave you.
Spell Unpresence (204) ended.
(Effect lasted for approximately 36m 34s.)
You feel less secure.
Spell Elemental Focus (513) ended. [-20BoltAS, +20PhysAS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 4h 59m.)
You no longer bristle with energy.
Spell Elemental Defense III (414) ended. [-20DS, -15ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The brilliant luminescence fades from around you.
Spell Natural Colors (601) ended.
You return to normal color.
Spell Strength (509) ended. [-15Str, -15PhysAS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 01m.)
You feel your extra strength departing.
Spell Thurfel's Ward (503) ended. [-22DS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The glowing specks of energy surrounding you suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Spell Elemental Defense II (406) ended. [-10DS, -10ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The bright luminescence fades from around you.
Spell Elemental Defense I (401) ended. [-5DS, -5ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
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 16 mins...
(If you wish to dismiss this murder charge, use ACCUSE DISMISS Draccor.)
A nearby goodwife screams, "Murder!"
Draccor's black glaes falchion returns to normal.
The figure quickly disappears from view.
>The yellow Hapenlok disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
> * Hapenlok just bit the dust!
You are a ghost! You must wait until someone resurrects you, or you decay. Either way, it won't be long now! (HELP for more details).
>Boruch returns to normal color.
>The voice of Kippe says, "Lovely."
>whisper draccor dude, what the fuck?What were you referring to?
>Laerir aimlessly plucks at his zither, first trying one tune, then another, then playing a continuous set of phrases packed with familiar song fragments.
>Kippe just opened a storm grey spidersilk cloak.
>You hear someone mutter weak.
>Kippe removes a misty grey flask from in his spidersilk cloak.
>Cortassian traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Cortassian gestures.
Grey energy surrounds Cortassian, dancing off his body without harm.
>Kippe forces your mouth open, and pours in a small amount from his grey flask.
You feel a tingle on your soul, as if a powerful hand is gently cradling it.
(Thy soul is bound to thy body for an extra 10 minutes.)
>Great Lord Khaleid just arrived.
>Kippe put a misty grey flask in his spidersilk cloak.
>Kippe just closed a storm grey spidersilk cloak.
>Kippe glances at you and slowly exhales.
>Laerir plucks one zither string, pauses, then plucks another, then produces a sprinkling of cascading notes like sparkling droplets falling in a pond.
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shaded park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bright lamplight from the square filtering through the passage to the north to illuminate the area with a soft glow. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object. You also see a steamy cup of coffee and brandy and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: Great Lord Khaleid, Cortassian, Laerir, Kippe, Teresia, Boruch who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
>Great Lord Khaleid just went north.
>Laerir renews his songs.
>Kippe glances appraisingly around the area.
>You hear someone yawn.
>who
Active Players: 377
Staff on duty:
Use WHO HELP for more options.
>Albacora just arrived.
>Albacora just went north.
>Albacora just arrived.
>The voice of Draccor darkly exclaims, "Alba!"
>Albacora laughs at you!
>Albacora just went north.
>Barely paying attention, Laerir noodles through a lightweight improvisation on his zither, capriciously using random chord-progressions and simple melodic lines.
>Albacora just arrived.
>Albacora searches around for a moment.
>Albacora giggles.
>You hear someone whistling to himself in the shadows.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "There yas are."
>Albacora put a claw-hilted black vultite falchion in her purple pack.
>Speaking to you, Kippe says, "I doubt I can plug that neck gusher."
>Albacora says, "HIyeee."
>You hear someone whistling to himself in the shadows.
>Boruch stands up.
>Albacora says, "What happened to your ugly face."
>Boruch just went north.
>Albacora cocks her head at you.
>Laerir thoughtlessly wanders through an improvisation, using fifths in the bass -- little melody snippets issue from his zither through happenstance and spontaneous invention.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "A shadow killed him."
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "Was the oddest thing."
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "Really."
>Kippe makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...
Kippe gestures.
Kippe begins to move with cat-like grace.
>The voice of Albacora asks, "The COL assassin?"
>The voice of Kippe says, "Indeed."
>With as much whimsy as when he began, Laerir ends his capricious playing by plucking several harmonics, giving the zither's soundboard a tap, and striking a last quiet chord in the bass
>say whatever man, You say, "Whatever man, ."
>Jaroc just arrived.
>Jaroc just went south.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "I believe."
>Idrein just arrived.
>Libras just arrived.
>Beginning without preamble, Laerir starts playing his oak zither -- it rings with the speed of the notes, as he displays his easy virtuosity and beautiful tone.
>Cortassian traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Cortassian gestures.
Cortassian's eyes narrow briefly, focusing on something unseen.
>Idrein just went north.
>Jaroc just arrived.
>Jaroc just went north.
>Libras rummages around in his pockets.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "Was weird."
>Libras just went north.
>Cortassian just went north.
>Idrein just arrived.
>Idrein furrows his brow.
>Intricate double counterpoint adds interest to the composition as Laerir's fingers strike his zither's strings with rapid rhythm.
>The voice of Albacora says, "WHAT."
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "He was disbatched by a shadow."
>Idrein glances around the area.
>(OOC) Kippe's player whispers, "Your group is closed."
>group openYour group status is now open.
>Boruch just arrived.
>Boruch sits down.
>Kippe appears to be preparing to attempt dragging you.
>Kippe is trying to drag you. If you want to prevent this type "GROUP CLOSE".
Kippe grabs you and drags you north.
(Later After a chrism raise that cost me 11k, warn, report and assist later...still waiting to get it answered still in hiding he comes into the town square)
>Draccor whispers, "I didnt kill you for albacora i killed you because you were disrespecting me for no reason, so change you damn assist and tell them the truth."(Still in hiding so i can't whisper back, so i have to go on the amulet)
You focus your mind on Draccor and think:
[General]: "I'm not backing down. respect the warn."
and i get warn interacted....... And i get to spend about 20 minutes with a host when i log in tomorrow night. Knowing full well, that i'm not going to get reimbursed for my lost XP or the deed, and the man probably isn't even going to get a slap on the wrist. And two words, "Who Cares?" constitutes disrespect? GROW THE FUCK UP, Disrespect is me calling you a retarded son of a whore, cocksucker. Or kicking you in the groin.... Or....You get the idea. takes a lot of talent to kill a level 18 wizard. with the spells i had up.
My question is: who the fuck is draccor? Is it a near cap rogue that everyone seems to like to buy on e-bay? somebody who got bullied unmercifully when they started playing? or just a fucking jerk? Who cares?
Well, anyway. i'd like to hear opinions, comments, war stories....anyone has any similar stories, feel free to share.
rant over, at ease.
-Drew (Player Of Timjirdos and Hapenlok)
But i'm sick of fucking getting used as a doormat for fucking someone 50 to 70 trains above me It's happened to me too many goddamn times without me doing anything about it, and tonight was just my breaking point.
Little Background: Well, i've pretty much been playing as my wizard the past few eeks. I had just got done doing a bounty and decided to sit in the park(Mistake #1) to rest and respell. Generally i don't really say much in-game. but occasionally i can be a bit sarcastic.(The few times i actually communicate in game) But Read below and see what i died over.
Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shaded park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bright lamplight from the square filtering through the passage to the north to illuminate the area with a soft glow. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object. You also see a grizzled old warrior, a steamy cup of coffee and brandy and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: Cortassian, Laerir, Draccor, Teresia, Boruch who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.
You close a deep violet buckskin satchel.
Draccor searches around for a moment.
You close an embossed dark leather cape.
You sit down.
Malificet just came sashaying in gracefully.
Malificet just gracefully sashayed south.
Draccor starts chortling.
Spellup didn't find any spells that you need to cast.
Draccor darkly says, "Where did she go."
Usage: MAGIC [LIST | RESET | PERSON | SET <Spell#> <Minutes> | REMOVE <Spell#>]
The following spells are currently active:
204: Unpresence - 2:13 remaining.
401: Elemental Defense I - 3h 02:15 remaining. [+5DS, +5ETD]
406: Elemental Defense II - 2h 58:17 remaining. [+10DS, +10ETD]
414: Elemental Defense III - 1h 42:47 remaining. [+20DS, +15ETD]
503: Thurfel's Ward - 2h 40:03 remaining. [+22DS]
507: Elemental Deflection - 1h 41:08 remaining. [+23DS]
508: Elemental Bias - 1h 42:10 remaining. [+20ETD]
509: Strength - 2h 54:38 remaining. [+15Str, +15PhysAS]
513: Elemental Focus - 2h 06:22 remaining. [+20BoltAS, -20PhysAS]
905: Prismatic Guard - 1h 22:01 remaining. [+7PhysDS, +22BoltDS]
911: Mass Blur - 2h 50:51 remaining. [+20Dodging]
913: Melgorehn's Aura - 1h 14:12 remaining. [+11DS, +20ETD]
Total: [+91DS, +70ETD, +15Str, -5PhysAS, +20BoltAS, +7PhysDS, +22BoltDS, +20Dodging]
Draccor begins to twitch.
Speaking to Draccor, you ask, "Who cares?"
You shrug.
You recite a series of mystical phrases while raising your hands, invoking Elemental Focus...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Elemental Focus (513) stacks to 2h 23m. (+17m)
You bristle with energy.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>Laerir thoughtlessly wanders through an improvisation, using fifths in the bass -- little melody snippets issue from his zither through happenstance and spontaneous invention.
>Draccor waves a hand at you, dismissing you indifferently.
>Draccor darkly says, "Fool."
>look draccorYou see Draccor Roxinaak the Cutthroat.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Nalfein.
He is taller than average and appears to be of a tender age. He has bloodshot hazel eyes and tanned skin. He has short, straight light brown hair streaked with silver. He has a clean-shaven face and broad shoulders.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a sigil-incised nebulous vaalin ring in his lip, a lustrous dark mahogany pipe clenched between his teeth, and an etched veniom bar in his left eyebrow.
He is in good shape.
A thick layer of volcanic ash and soot covers a dull gold ring, some dark imflass alloy gauntlets, a pair of obsidian-plated shin-guards, a glyph-etched silver alloy flagon, a crystal amulet, a ruby amulet, a handpainted steel-riveted shield, some mithril-framed glasses with darkly tinted lenses, a platinum-bound maoral Adventurer's Guild badge, a black onyx Onar talisman, an obsidian Onar symbol, some shadowy black fitted trousers, a shadowy black weapons harness, some shadowy grey leather boots, a shadowy black leather tool pouch, a shadowy black leather tool belt, a shadowy black stalking cloak, a darkened imflass helm inlaid with some dragonfire quartz, a glossy black mithril hauberk, and a bright gold ring.
>profile draccorName: Draccor Roxinaak
Profession: Cutthroat
Race: Half-Elf Gender: Male
Guild Master of the Rogue Guild
Follower of Onar
Strongest foe vanquished: a greater earth elemental
>Draccor just went south.
>magicUsage: MAGIC [LIST | RESET | PERSON | SET <Spell#> <Minutes> | REMOVE <Spell#>]
The following spells are currently active:
204: Unpresence - 1:45 remaining.
401: Elemental Defense I - 3h 01:47 remaining. [+5DS, +5ETD]
406: Elemental Defense II - 2h 57:48 remaining. [+10DS, +10ETD]
414: Elemental Defense III - 1h 42:19 remaining. [+20DS, +15ETD]
503: Thurfel's Ward - 2h 39:35 remaining. [+22DS]
507: Elemental Deflection - 1h 40:40 remaining. [+23DS]
508: Elemental Bias - 1h 41:42 remaining. [+20ETD]
509: Strength - 2h 54:10 remaining. [+15Str, +15PhysAS]
513: Elemental Focus - 2h 22:53 remaining. [+20BoltAS, -20PhysAS]
905: Prismatic Guard - 1h 21:33 remaining. [+7PhysDS, +22BoltDS]
911: Mass Blur - 2h 50:23 remaining. [+20Dodging]
913: Melgorehn's Aura - 1h 13:44 remaining. [+11DS, +20ETD]
Total: [+91DS, +70ETD, +15Str, -5PhysAS, +20BoltAS, +7PhysDS, +22BoltDS, +20Dodging]
Malificet just came sashaying in gracefully.
>Malificet just gracefully sashayed north.
>inc 905You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Prismatic Guard...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Prismatic Guard (905) stacks to 1h 34m. (+13m 30s)
Multicolored rays shoot out of your body and flow into the shimmering sphere around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>inc 905...wait 1 seconds.
You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Prismatic Guard...
Prismatic Guard (905) stacks to 1h 48m. (+13m 30s)
Multicolored rays shoot out of your body and flow into the shimmering sphere around you.
Laerir thoughtlessly wanders through an improvisation, using fifths in the bass -- little melody snippets issue from his zither through happenstance and spontaneous invention.
You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Prismatic Guard...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Prismatic Guard (905) stacks to 2h 01m. (+13m 30s)
Multicolored rays shoot out of your body and flow into the shimmering sphere around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>Teresia's spirit appears to be lifted by the singing.
Teresia renews her songs.
>A grizzled old warrior goes south.
>inc 913You trace a series of glowing runes while chanting the phrase for Melgorehn's Aura...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Melgorehn's Aura (913) stacks to 1h 47m. (+34m)
A luminescent aura begins to swirl around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>The figure swings a black glaes falchion at you!
AS: +461 vs DS: +95 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +40 = +442
... and hits for 151 points of damage!
Your neck has been removed!
Your head quickly falls to the ground.
Spell Prismatic Guard (905) ended. [-7PhysDS, -22BoltDS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 09m.)
inc 913The shimmering multicolored sphere fades from around you.
Spell Mass Blur (911) ended. [-20Dodging]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 09m.)
You become solid again.
Spell Elemental Bias (508) ended. [-20ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 06m.)
You feel your extra magical awareness leave you.
Spell Unpresence (204) ended.
(Effect lasted for approximately 36m 34s.)
You feel less secure.
Spell Elemental Focus (513) ended. [-20BoltAS, +20PhysAS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 4h 59m.)
You no longer bristle with energy.
Spell Elemental Defense III (414) ended. [-20DS, -15ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The brilliant luminescence fades from around you.
Spell Natural Colors (601) ended.
You return to normal color.
Spell Strength (509) ended. [-15Str, -15PhysAS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 01m.)
You feel your extra strength departing.
Spell Thurfel's Ward (503) ended. [-22DS]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The glowing specks of energy surrounding you suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
Spell Elemental Defense II (406) ended. [-10DS, -10ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The bright luminescence fades from around you.
Spell Elemental Defense I (401) ended. [-5DS, -5ETD]
(Effect lasted for approximately 5h 10m.)
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
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 16 mins...
(If you wish to dismiss this murder charge, use ACCUSE DISMISS Draccor.)
A nearby goodwife screams, "Murder!"
Draccor's black glaes falchion returns to normal.
The figure quickly disappears from view.
>The yellow Hapenlok disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
> * Hapenlok just bit the dust!
You are a ghost! You must wait until someone resurrects you, or you decay. Either way, it won't be long now! (HELP for more details).
>Boruch returns to normal color.
>The voice of Kippe says, "Lovely."
>whisper draccor dude, what the fuck?What were you referring to?
>Laerir aimlessly plucks at his zither, first trying one tune, then another, then playing a continuous set of phrases packed with familiar song fragments.
>Kippe just opened a storm grey spidersilk cloak.
>You hear someone mutter weak.
>Kippe removes a misty grey flask from in his spidersilk cloak.
>Cortassian traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Cortassian gestures.
Grey energy surrounds Cortassian, dancing off his body without harm.
>Kippe forces your mouth open, and pours in a small amount from his grey flask.
You feel a tingle on your soul, as if a powerful hand is gently cradling it.
(Thy soul is bound to thy body for an extra 10 minutes.)
>Great Lord Khaleid just arrived.
>Kippe put a misty grey flask in his spidersilk cloak.
>Kippe just closed a storm grey spidersilk cloak.
>Kippe glances at you and slowly exhales.
>Laerir plucks one zither string, pauses, then plucks another, then produces a sprinkling of cascading notes like sparkling droplets falling in a pond.
[Town Square, Small Park]
A small, shaded park fills an old vacant lot behind a row of buildings, the bright lamplight from the square filtering through the passage to the north to illuminate the area with a soft glow. A weatherworn grey marble statue of a stocky human in pioneer's clothing overlooks the park, his stone hat encrusted by the gifts of decades of passing birds and his right hand half-upraised as if it once held some now-missing object. You also see a steamy cup of coffee and brandy and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: Great Lord Khaleid, Cortassian, Laerir, Kippe, Teresia, Boruch who is sitting
Obvious paths: north, south, west
>Great Lord Khaleid just went north.
>Laerir renews his songs.
>Kippe glances appraisingly around the area.
>You hear someone yawn.
>who
Active Players: 377
Staff on duty:
Use WHO HELP for more options.
>Albacora just arrived.
>Albacora just went north.
>Albacora just arrived.
>The voice of Draccor darkly exclaims, "Alba!"
>Albacora laughs at you!
>Albacora just went north.
>Barely paying attention, Laerir noodles through a lightweight improvisation on his zither, capriciously using random chord-progressions and simple melodic lines.
>Albacora just arrived.
>Albacora searches around for a moment.
>Albacora giggles.
>You hear someone whistling to himself in the shadows.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "There yas are."
>Albacora put a claw-hilted black vultite falchion in her purple pack.
>Speaking to you, Kippe says, "I doubt I can plug that neck gusher."
>Albacora says, "HIyeee."
>You hear someone whistling to himself in the shadows.
>Boruch stands up.
>Albacora says, "What happened to your ugly face."
>Boruch just went north.
>Albacora cocks her head at you.
>Laerir thoughtlessly wanders through an improvisation, using fifths in the bass -- little melody snippets issue from his zither through happenstance and spontaneous invention.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "A shadow killed him."
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "Was the oddest thing."
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "Really."
>Kippe makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...
Kippe gestures.
Kippe begins to move with cat-like grace.
>The voice of Albacora asks, "The COL assassin?"
>The voice of Kippe says, "Indeed."
>With as much whimsy as when he began, Laerir ends his capricious playing by plucking several harmonics, giving the zither's soundboard a tap, and striking a last quiet chord in the bass
>say whatever man, You say, "Whatever man, ."
>Jaroc just arrived.
>Jaroc just went south.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "I believe."
>Idrein just arrived.
>Libras just arrived.
>Beginning without preamble, Laerir starts playing his oak zither -- it rings with the speed of the notes, as he displays his easy virtuosity and beautiful tone.
>Cortassian traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...
Cortassian gestures.
Cortassian's eyes narrow briefly, focusing on something unseen.
>Idrein just went north.
>Jaroc just arrived.
>Jaroc just went north.
>Libras rummages around in his pockets.
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "Was weird."
>Libras just went north.
>Cortassian just went north.
>Idrein just arrived.
>Idrein furrows his brow.
>Intricate double counterpoint adds interest to the composition as Laerir's fingers strike his zither's strings with rapid rhythm.
>The voice of Albacora says, "WHAT."
>The voice of Draccor darkly says, "He was disbatched by a shadow."
>Idrein glances around the area.
>(OOC) Kippe's player whispers, "Your group is closed."
>group openYour group status is now open.
>Boruch just arrived.
>Boruch sits down.
>Kippe appears to be preparing to attempt dragging you.
>Kippe is trying to drag you. If you want to prevent this type "GROUP CLOSE".
Kippe grabs you and drags you north.
(Later After a chrism raise that cost me 11k, warn, report and assist later...still waiting to get it answered still in hiding he comes into the town square)
>Draccor whispers, "I didnt kill you for albacora i killed you because you were disrespecting me for no reason, so change you damn assist and tell them the truth."(Still in hiding so i can't whisper back, so i have to go on the amulet)
You focus your mind on Draccor and think:
[General]: "I'm not backing down. respect the warn."
and i get warn interacted....... And i get to spend about 20 minutes with a host when i log in tomorrow night. Knowing full well, that i'm not going to get reimbursed for my lost XP or the deed, and the man probably isn't even going to get a slap on the wrist. And two words, "Who Cares?" constitutes disrespect? GROW THE FUCK UP, Disrespect is me calling you a retarded son of a whore, cocksucker. Or kicking you in the groin.... Or....You get the idea. takes a lot of talent to kill a level 18 wizard. with the spells i had up.
My question is: who the fuck is draccor? Is it a near cap rogue that everyone seems to like to buy on e-bay? somebody who got bullied unmercifully when they started playing? or just a fucking jerk? Who cares?
Well, anyway. i'd like to hear opinions, comments, war stories....anyone has any similar stories, feel free to share.
rant over, at ease.
-Drew (Player Of Timjirdos and Hapenlok)