Drew2
04-30-2008, 07:41 PM
It didn't "limp off"... does that mean it's really dead? rofl...
A mountain wolf snaps her jaws forward faster than you can snatch your right leg out of the way. The mountain wolf's fangs sink deep into the leg!
... 10 points of damage!
Strike pierces thigh!
You are knocked to the ground!
Roundtime: 10 sec.
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[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 perfect myklian belly scale, the Omens disk, a tawny lion, a mountain wolf and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: Yeava, Drigore, Dhairn who is lying down, Great Lord Naivea who is sitting, Loraeus who is sitting, a webbed Lord Spert who is lying down, Taimok who is lying down, Very High Lord Omens, Timjirdos who is sitting, Ryszard who is sitting, Drewain, High Lord Svardin who is sitting, Kynseiyn who is sitting, Oary who is kneeling
Obvious paths: north, south, west
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You feel more refreshed.
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Timjirdos rummages through a blood-spattered back-slitted cloak clasped at the neck with a kiramon mandible and removes a charred scroll from in it.
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Spert says, "Ehe."
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Timjirdos raises his charred scroll and gestures.
Sparks begin to fly between the charred scroll and Timjirdos's fingers.
With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sparks jump into Timjirdos's hand and he seems to glow with power.
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Drewain gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
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You begin to feel better as the cuts on your right leg close and the bruises fade.
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Timjirdos gestures.
Nothing happens.
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A mountain wolf lunges at you!
A mountain wolf grabs your hand in her mouth and shakes her head back and forth viciously!
... 15 points of damage!
Shot to the hand slices a finger to the bone!
Roundtime: 5 sec.
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Omens makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
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Omens gestures at a mountain wolf.
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Lypse just arrived.
>wither wolf
You focus your thoughts while chanting the mystical phrase for Wither...
Your spell is ready.
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You channel at a mountain wolf.
Your mental command surges outward, echoing your need to the stray spirits nearby...
CS: +423 - TD: +202 + CvA: +25 + d100: +54 == +300
Warding failed!
A nebulous haze shimmers into view around a mountain wolf, plunging inward in a dizzying spiral to envelop her completely! Silhouetted within the shifting spiritual miasma, the wolf's form withers, wasting away to an attenuated mockery of herself. Even this pale shadow disintegrates, dissolving on the air as the last cloudy tendrils vanish.
The Oary companion falls to the ground.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
A mountain wolf snaps her jaws forward faster than you can snatch your right leg out of the way. The mountain wolf's fangs sink deep into the leg!
... 10 points of damage!
Strike pierces thigh!
You are knocked to the ground!
Roundtime: 10 sec.
>
[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 perfect myklian belly scale, the Omens disk, a tawny lion, a mountain wolf and some ornate wrought-iron benches.
Also here: Yeava, Drigore, Dhairn who is lying down, Great Lord Naivea who is sitting, Loraeus who is sitting, a webbed Lord Spert who is lying down, Taimok who is lying down, Very High Lord Omens, Timjirdos who is sitting, Ryszard who is sitting, Drewain, High Lord Svardin who is sitting, Kynseiyn who is sitting, Oary who is kneeling
Obvious paths: north, south, west
>
You feel more refreshed.
>
Timjirdos rummages through a blood-spattered back-slitted cloak clasped at the neck with a kiramon mandible and removes a charred scroll from in it.
>
Spert says, "Ehe."
>
Timjirdos raises his charred scroll and gestures.
Sparks begin to fly between the charred scroll and Timjirdos's fingers.
With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sparks jump into Timjirdos's hand and he seems to glow with power.
>
Drewain gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
>
You begin to feel better as the cuts on your right leg close and the bruises fade.
>
Timjirdos gestures.
Nothing happens.
>
A mountain wolf lunges at you!
A mountain wolf grabs your hand in her mouth and shakes her head back and forth viciously!
... 15 points of damage!
Shot to the hand slices a finger to the bone!
Roundtime: 5 sec.
>
Omens makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Omens gestures at a mountain wolf.
>
Lypse just arrived.
>wither wolf
You focus your thoughts while chanting the mystical phrase for Wither...
Your spell is ready.
>
You channel at a mountain wolf.
Your mental command surges outward, echoing your need to the stray spirits nearby...
CS: +423 - TD: +202 + CvA: +25 + d100: +54 == +300
Warding failed!
A nebulous haze shimmers into view around a mountain wolf, plunging inward in a dizzying spiral to envelop her completely! Silhouetted within the shifting spiritual miasma, the wolf's form withers, wasting away to an attenuated mockery of herself. Even this pale shadow disintegrates, dissolving on the air as the last cloudy tendrils vanish.
The Oary companion falls to the ground.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.