Archigeek
05-22-2011, 04:42 AM
With the events going on in Wehnimer's, there is more CvC going on than is typical, in large part because the Ta'Mori has been developed. So I expect some of it, and that's all fine and good. But if you're going to engage in it, take your medicine like a man.
First time Dhairn comes to my attention, as a large crowd is gathered at the north gate, talking to one of the Tehir visitors, (all logs edited only to remove all the unrelated crap):
Shannivar points at Dhairn.
Shannivar says, "That's who Demyse and Maetriks are hiding behind tonight, by the way."
Strydyr fades into view.
Strydyr looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Strydyr engages Dhairn in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Strydyr swings a crimson drakar maul at Dhairn!
Dhairn evades the attack by inches!
Strydyr swings a crimson drakar maul at Dhairn!
Dhairn barely manages to fend off the attack with his lance!
Strydyr swings a crimson drakar maul at Dhairn!
AS: +628 vs DS: +710 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +17 = -29
A clean miss.
The guiding force leaves Strydyr.
Dhairn drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
Strydyr sighs.
Dhairn drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
Demyse traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
Demyse gestures.
Demyse attempts to create a sanctuary but the chaotic nature of a sooty grey flame-eyed grantris interferes with his attempt.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages Strydyr in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Strydyr! A hit!
Deft strike to abdomen penetrates several useful organs!
He is stunned!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Strydyr! A hit!
Deft strike to the back cracks vertebrae!
He is knocked to the ground!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Strydyr! A hit!
Blow cracks a rib and punctures a lung.
Breathing becomes a challenge.
* Strydyr drops dead at your feet!
Strydyr appears less secure.
bunch more spells drop....
J>stare
You stare at nothing in particular.
* Strydyr just bit the dust!
Dhairn says, "Take care."
Raokh glances at Dhairn.
The ghostly voice of Strydyr says, "You'll get yours..."
Dhairn moves into a defensive stance, ready to fend off an attack.
So I figure fair is fair. Strydyr tries to kill him and fails and pays the price. No one else in the room attacked Dhairn either at that point. It was early in the night and I think people really wanted to get involved in the story rather than some tit for tat distraction.
Then this happens a little later, also at the north gate. Metadi kills one of the Ta'Mori, etc:
The sense of peace and security passes away from the area.
Metadi swings a perfect rolaren-capped sledgehammer at Demyse!
AS: +610 vs DS: +289 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +72 = +429
... and hits for 241 points of damage!
Right leg mangled horribly.
* Demyse drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop....
* Demyse just bit the dust!
Dhairn fades into view.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages Metadi in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Torn muscle in Metadi's left leg!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Crushing blow crumples Metadi's nose!
He is stunned!
** As Dhairn's cold steel lance hits, a surge of power flows out of it, through Dhairn, and leaps out at Metadi! **
Dhairn's eyes glow with silvery grey light, and a pillar of argentine radiance manifests around Metadi.
d100 == 1 FUMBLE!
With a faint flicker, the grey luminescence fades away.
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Strike connects with shoulder blade!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Shot to the neck scrapes away skin.
Some nasty bleeding.
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 5 points of damage!
Searing strike to back causes Metadi to grunt in pain.
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 25 points of damage!
Glaring burst to Metadi's chest dances across skin leaving smoking holes
* Metadi drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop...
* Metadi just bit the dust!
[Roll result: 105 (open d100: 37)]
Cryheart hurls himself at Dhairn and connects!
Cryheart knocks Dhairn flat and quickly jumps to his feet!
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn!
AS: +642 vs DS: +394 with AvD: +19 + d100 roll: +94 = +361
... and hits for 36 points of damage!
Shot to the hand slices a finger to the bone!
Rekarth ponders.
Shannivar traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Shannivar gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
Dhairn seems to lose some dexterity.
Dhairn's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
J>rub my earr
You rub your deathstone earrings.
1d100: 26 + Modifiers: 250 == 276
An invisible force guides you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
[Roll result: 112 (open d100: 11)]
Tebon feints high, Dhairn buys the ruse and moves to block the blow that never came!
Fremie leaps from hiding to attack!
Fremie swings a sharp ordinary axe at Dhairn!
AS: +435 vs DS: +381 with AvD: +23 + d100 roll: +63 = +140
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Love tap upside Dhairn's head!
Maetriks pulls Dhairn to his feet.
The spirit of Demyse beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.
Murp tries to pull Dhairn towards him.
Shannivar traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Shannivar gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
The very powerful look leaves Dhairn.
The white light leaves Dhairn.
The air about Dhairn stops shimmering.
Geijon swings a closed fist at Dhairn!
AS: +452 vs DS: +416 with AvD: -23 + d100 roll: +20 = +33
A clean miss.
Cryheart swings a drakar executioner's axe at Dhairn!
AS: +517 vs DS: +416 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +24 = +157
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Weak slash to Dhairn's lower back!
Tebon swings a polished matte ebon maul at Dhairn!
AS: +594 vs DS: +416 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +61 = +278
... and hits for 41 points of damage!
Solid blow gouges a chunk out of Dhairn's left leg.
He is stunned!
Shannivar traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Shannivar gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
Dhairn returns to normal color.
Dhairn appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
Zimzum looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Zimzum engages Dhairn in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn! A hit!
Finger ripped away from left hand.
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn! A hit!
Bones in right arm crack.
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn! A hit!
Strike to the chest breaks a rib!
J>hurl dhair head
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
AS: +716 vs DS: +272 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +78 = +548
... and hit for 71 points of damage!
Mighty swing separates head from shoulders.
* Dhairn drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop...
The guiding force leaves you.
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
* Dhairn just bit the dust!
Classic our guy kills your guy, your guy kills our guy, our guy kills your guy. Again, fair enough. If you're going to insert yourself in a story in that way, you have to expect to die now and again. This goes for either side.
Then this starts to happen. More at the north gate. Fail #1:
Dhairn just faded into view.
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
You skillfully interpose your shield between yourself and the attack!
Dhairn just went east.
You chuckle.
Hmm, lets try something else, again at the north gate in front of a bunch of folks. Fail #2:
Dhairn is trying to drag you. If you want to prevent this type "GROUP CLOSE".
Something grabs you and drags you northwest.
[Wehnimer's, Exterior]
You can no longer see the land gates of Wehnimer's from this dirt path, although you can still hear the din of the town on the other side of the wooden palisades. To the west and southwest lies the untamed land that surrounds Wehnimer's Landing. To the west, the large wooden fence in front of the Wehnimer's Jousting Arena fills your view.
Obvious paths: southeast, south, northwest
Dhairn fades into view.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages you in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
You barely manage to block the attack with your shield!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
You easily block the attack with your krodera wall shield!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
With extreme effort, you beat back the attack with your axe!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
With extreme effort, you block the attack with your shield!
Dhairn returns to normal speed.
J>se
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing.... A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a a Wayside Inn.
Also here: a bunch of people... Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
>chuck
You chuckle.
>nw
[Wehnimer's, Exterior]
You can no longer see the land gates of Wehnimer's from this dirt path, although you can still hear the din of the town on the other side of the wooden palisades. To the west and southwest lies the untamed land that surrounds Wehnimer's Landing. To the west, the large wooden fence in front of the Wehnimer's Jousting Arena fills your view.
Also here: Dhairn
Obvious paths: southeast, south, northwest
Dhairn just went northwest.
>se
Being a little more clever this time, he waits till I'm alone for a moment, and fighting the invading forces. He's obviously stalking me at this point and waiting for the right chance. Fail #3 (so close!):
>nw
[Upper Trollfang]
A high, steep hill lies directly to the south and the trail splits as it makes its way around. The wider, and obviously more used trail, runs off to the southwest while a smaller trail heads off to the southeast. You also see a brawny slate grey troll soldier and a lesser orc.
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest, northwest
>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
>hurl soldier head
A lesser orc swings a short sword at you!
You evade the attack with ease!
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at a brawny slate grey troll soldier!
AS: +666 vs DS: +180 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +35 = +547
... and hit for 124 points of damage!
Solid strike caves the grey troll soldier's skull in, resulting in instant death!
A brawny slate grey troll soldier blinks in astonishment, then falls flat on its face with a loud *THUD*.
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
Dhairn fades into view.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages you in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
AS: +672 vs DS: +541 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +57 = +223
... and hits for 25 points of damage!
Nice puncture to the back, just grazed the spine!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
AS: +672 vs DS: +541 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +75 = +241
... and hits for 27 points of damage!
Large gash to your right arm, several muscles torn.
You are stunned for 1 rounds!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
Reeling and staggering, you barely block the attack with your krodera wall shield!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
AS: +672 vs DS: +511 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +86 = +282
... and hits for 34 points of damage!
Nice puncture to the back, just grazed the spine!
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 30 points of damage!
Skin and muscle roasted away leaving the ribs exposed on your back!
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 15 points of damage!
Your hand blisters and bleeds from intense heat.
!SR>stance def
You are still stunned.
!S>berserk
Everything around you turns red as you work yourself into a berserker's rage!
!S>get my axe from my scab
Focusing on your bloodlust, you shake yourself out of the stun!
The redness fades from the world and you begin to breathe harder.
!> stance off
> hurl dhairn head
You are now in an offensive stance.
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
By amazing chance, Dhairn evades the missile!
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
(I exit nw and 10 seconds later the game crashes)
So that's all good and in a fair sense of sport, except that this is supposed to be a story line rather than some personal vendeta, but whatever. Then this happens: you try to kill me three times, you shouldn't expect to be able to walk into a room without some repurcussions. Again at the north gate:
Dhairn just arrived.
Speaking to Mitokht, Dhairn says, "You should keep a leash on that wolf..."
J>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
Dhairn lifts his voice in a rallying cry, calling confidently on the power of his patron for aid.
Dhairn gestures.
A muted pale blue sphere surrounds Dhairn.
Mitokht cocks his head at Dhairn.
J>hurl dhairn head
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
AS: +721 vs DS: +372 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +82 = +457
... and hit for 53 points of damage!
Hard blow to Dhairn's ear!
Deep gash and a terrible headache!
He is stunned!
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
Astari traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Astari gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
Dhairn appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
Dhairn appears less secure.
The deep blue glow leaves Dhairn.
Dhairn loses the flickering obsidian black energy surrounding him.
Mitokht sniffs at Dhairn.
Dhairn beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.
Dhairn just went north.
JR>hurl dhairn neck
I could not find what area you were referring to.
J>stance def
Kilthal just went north.
Zhelas just arrived.
You are now in a defensive stance.
Perivan seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
From nearby, you hear Kilthal yell, "Kerl!"
J>peer n
You peer north and see ...
[A Quiet Path]
A stray breeze trails through from the north, carrying with it the scent of lavender and, oddly, grilled rolton. Though many might ponder this strange combination of fragrances, the truly remarkable aspect of this quiet path lies in the regal beauty of the ancient trees whose branches reach out overhead, offering welcome to all who pass. You also see a roped-off clearing and a grey stone walkway.
Also here: Kilthal, Dhairn who is sleeping
Obvious paths: north, south
J>n
Mange just arrived.
[A Quiet Path]
A stray breeze trails through from the north, carrying with it the scent of lavender and, oddly, grilled rolton. Though many might ponder this strange combination of fragrances, the truly remarkable aspect of this quiet path lies in the regal beauty of the ancient trees whose branches reach out overhead, offering welcome to all who pass. You also see a roped-off clearing and a grey stone walkway.
Also here: Kilthal, Dhairn who is sleeping
Obvious paths: north, south
Consul Strydyr's group just arrived.
>glan dha
You glance at Dhairn.
Dhairn just left.
Kilthal laughs!
Strydyr asks, "Really?"
You say, "Really."
Astari smirks.
>stance def
Kilthal appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
You say, "What a chicken."
>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
Strydyr nods in agreement to you.
Astari says, "Some just can't handle death."
You say, "Yep."
Kilthal nods to you.
Speaking to you, Brinn asks, "What was that about?"
You say, "He had it coming."
Brinn nods to you.
Kilthal softly says, "He sided with the trolls."
Brinn says, "Enough said."
You say, "Tried to kill me multiple times earlier."
Kilthal softly says, "Killed Metadi earlier."
Kilthal softly says, "And attempted to kill Kerl."
About a minute passes while we wait for him to log back in. I was going to interact a little till he logged out, but if that's how it's going to be I'm going to finish the job and you can roleplay a slamming SOB. So what do you suppose he was waiting for before logging back in? Watch and see:
Dhairn just arrived.
J>wtrick feint Dhairn
Dhairn is awakened by your attack!
[Roll result: 178 (open d100: 74) Bonus: 5]
You feint high, Dhairn buys the ruse and twists awkwardly to block the blow that never came!
Roundtime: 3 sec.
Soullslayur suddenly fades into view.
Soullslayur gestures at Dhairn.
CS: +545 - TD: +425 + CvA: -21 + d100: +58 - -5 == +162
Warding failed!
Wisps of black smoke swirl around Dhairn and he bursts into flame!
... 2 points of damage!
Nasty burns to left leg. Gonna need lots of butter.
He is stunned!
... 10 points of damage!
Nasty burns to chest make you wish you never heard of heartburn.
... 1 point of damage!
Nasty burns to right leg. Gonna need lots of butter.
The flames around Dhairn continue to burn!
...wait 3 seconds.
Soullslayur gestures at Dhairn.
CS: +545 - TD: +425 + CvA: -21 + d100: +39 - -5 == +143
Warding failed!
Wisps of black smoke swirl around Dhairn and he bursts into flame!
... 1 point of damage!
Burst of flames to left leg blackens kneecap.
... 14 points of damage!
Nasty burns to right hand. Gonna need lots of butter.
... 1 point of damage!
Burst of flames char chest a crispy black.
The flames around Dhairn continue to burn!
Soullslayur gestures at Dhairn.
CS: +545 - TD: +425 + CvA: -21 + d100: +82 - -5 == +186
Warding failed!
Wisps of black smoke swirl around Dhairn and he bursts into flame!
... 7 points of damage!
Flames incinerate left arm to the bone. Not a pleasant sight.
... 8 points of damage!
Flames burn hole in chest exposing ribs!
... 42 points of damage!
A large patch of flesh is seared off Dhairn's back.
The flames around Dhairn continue to burn!
[Roll result: -1 (open d100: -82)]
Strydyr feints high, but Dhairn isn't fooled for a second.
Kilthal changes his tune, adding a new element to his song...
Soullslayur nods.
Astari appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
Astari gestures at Dhairn.
Astari hurls a radiant ball of energy at Dhairn!
AS: +455 vs DS: +212 with AvD: -11 + d100 roll: +78 = +310
... and hits for 28 points of damage!
Dazzling arc of energy traces blackened path across Dhairn's chest!
Immediately following the attack, Dhairn glances at Astari, his eyes widened briefly in alarm!
Dhairn appears to be involved in an internal struggle!
CS: +469 - TD: +452 + CvA: -21 + d100: +90 - -5 == +91
Warded off!
Kilthal skillfully weaves another verse into his harmony, directing the sound of his voice at Dhairn.
Nothing happens.
J>hurl dhairn neck
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
AS: +691 vs DS: +197 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +41 = +561
... and hit for 64 points of damage!
Throat nearly crushed. Dhairn makes gurgling noises.
* Dhairn drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop...
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
* Dhairn just bit the dust!
Soullslayur traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Soullslayur gestures.
Soullslayur suddenly disappears.
Strydyr nods.
J>nod
You nod.
You hear someone incanting a dark invocation...
Draithe suddenly fades into view.
Draithe gestures.
The ground around you seems to shake violently, making it hard to stand.
Jokult is forced from hiding!
Jokult loses his balance and falls over.
Astari loses her balance and falls over.
Strydyr loses his balance and falls over.
You lose your balance and fall over.
Roundtime: 7 sec.
Kilthal loses his balance and falls over.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
Draithe traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Draithe gestures at you.
A void rips open in the area, directly above you!
You are sucked into the void!
Rather abrupt decompression causes you to explode!
Billions and billions of tiny bits of flesh shower everything.
Quite severely dead.
* Kerl has been vaporized!
bunch of spells drop....
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 14 mins...
I can just imagine what the discussion on whatever back channel you were using was like while you were logged out: "hep me hep me, they gonna kill me!" Slamming to avoid a conflict is weak, and slamming and waiting till your buddy can get in position before logging back in is pathetic. At least you had the dignity to not ask him to come and attack BEFORE you logged back in. Or maybe he was the one with too much dignity to stoop to that.
At this point I'll offer you a small olive branch: there's a story going on here, not an excuse to go ape shit PvP. If you want to be a part of the story and want to play the dark side fine, but don't decide you need to stalk me all over Elanthia in some misguided revenge effort, and then log off when you get caught with your pants around your ankles.
First time Dhairn comes to my attention, as a large crowd is gathered at the north gate, talking to one of the Tehir visitors, (all logs edited only to remove all the unrelated crap):
Shannivar points at Dhairn.
Shannivar says, "That's who Demyse and Maetriks are hiding behind tonight, by the way."
Strydyr fades into view.
Strydyr looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Strydyr engages Dhairn in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Strydyr swings a crimson drakar maul at Dhairn!
Dhairn evades the attack by inches!
Strydyr swings a crimson drakar maul at Dhairn!
Dhairn barely manages to fend off the attack with his lance!
Strydyr swings a crimson drakar maul at Dhairn!
AS: +628 vs DS: +710 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +17 = -29
A clean miss.
The guiding force leaves Strydyr.
Dhairn drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
Strydyr sighs.
Dhairn drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
Demyse traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
Demyse gestures.
Demyse attempts to create a sanctuary but the chaotic nature of a sooty grey flame-eyed grantris interferes with his attempt.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages Strydyr in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Strydyr! A hit!
Deft strike to abdomen penetrates several useful organs!
He is stunned!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Strydyr! A hit!
Deft strike to the back cracks vertebrae!
He is knocked to the ground!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Strydyr! A hit!
Blow cracks a rib and punctures a lung.
Breathing becomes a challenge.
* Strydyr drops dead at your feet!
Strydyr appears less secure.
bunch more spells drop....
J>stare
You stare at nothing in particular.
* Strydyr just bit the dust!
Dhairn says, "Take care."
Raokh glances at Dhairn.
The ghostly voice of Strydyr says, "You'll get yours..."
Dhairn moves into a defensive stance, ready to fend off an attack.
So I figure fair is fair. Strydyr tries to kill him and fails and pays the price. No one else in the room attacked Dhairn either at that point. It was early in the night and I think people really wanted to get involved in the story rather than some tit for tat distraction.
Then this happens a little later, also at the north gate. Metadi kills one of the Ta'Mori, etc:
The sense of peace and security passes away from the area.
Metadi swings a perfect rolaren-capped sledgehammer at Demyse!
AS: +610 vs DS: +289 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +72 = +429
... and hits for 241 points of damage!
Right leg mangled horribly.
* Demyse drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop....
* Demyse just bit the dust!
Dhairn fades into view.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages Metadi in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Torn muscle in Metadi's left leg!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Crushing blow crumples Metadi's nose!
He is stunned!
** As Dhairn's cold steel lance hits, a surge of power flows out of it, through Dhairn, and leaps out at Metadi! **
Dhairn's eyes glow with silvery grey light, and a pillar of argentine radiance manifests around Metadi.
d100 == 1 FUMBLE!
With a faint flicker, the grey luminescence fades away.
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Strike connects with shoulder blade!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at Metadi! A hit!
Shot to the neck scrapes away skin.
Some nasty bleeding.
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 5 points of damage!
Searing strike to back causes Metadi to grunt in pain.
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 25 points of damage!
Glaring burst to Metadi's chest dances across skin leaving smoking holes
* Metadi drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop...
* Metadi just bit the dust!
[Roll result: 105 (open d100: 37)]
Cryheart hurls himself at Dhairn and connects!
Cryheart knocks Dhairn flat and quickly jumps to his feet!
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn!
AS: +642 vs DS: +394 with AvD: +19 + d100 roll: +94 = +361
... and hits for 36 points of damage!
Shot to the hand slices a finger to the bone!
Rekarth ponders.
Shannivar traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Shannivar gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
Dhairn seems to lose some dexterity.
Dhairn's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around his arms.
J>rub my earr
You rub your deathstone earrings.
1d100: 26 + Modifiers: 250 == 276
An invisible force guides you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
[Roll result: 112 (open d100: 11)]
Tebon feints high, Dhairn buys the ruse and moves to block the blow that never came!
Fremie leaps from hiding to attack!
Fremie swings a sharp ordinary axe at Dhairn!
AS: +435 vs DS: +381 with AvD: +23 + d100 roll: +63 = +140
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Love tap upside Dhairn's head!
Maetriks pulls Dhairn to his feet.
The spirit of Demyse beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.
Murp tries to pull Dhairn towards him.
Shannivar traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Shannivar gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
The very powerful look leaves Dhairn.
The white light leaves Dhairn.
The air about Dhairn stops shimmering.
Geijon swings a closed fist at Dhairn!
AS: +452 vs DS: +416 with AvD: -23 + d100 roll: +20 = +33
A clean miss.
Cryheart swings a drakar executioner's axe at Dhairn!
AS: +517 vs DS: +416 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +24 = +157
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Weak slash to Dhairn's lower back!
Tebon swings a polished matte ebon maul at Dhairn!
AS: +594 vs DS: +416 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +61 = +278
... and hits for 41 points of damage!
Solid blow gouges a chunk out of Dhairn's left leg.
He is stunned!
Shannivar traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Shannivar gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
Dhairn returns to normal color.
Dhairn appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
Zimzum looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Zimzum engages Dhairn in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn! A hit!
Finger ripped away from left hand.
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn! A hit!
Bones in right arm crack.
Zimzum swings a ruddy red vultite morning star at Dhairn! A hit!
Strike to the chest breaks a rib!
J>hurl dhair head
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
AS: +716 vs DS: +272 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +78 = +548
... and hit for 71 points of damage!
Mighty swing separates head from shoulders.
* Dhairn drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop...
The guiding force leaves you.
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
* Dhairn just bit the dust!
Classic our guy kills your guy, your guy kills our guy, our guy kills your guy. Again, fair enough. If you're going to insert yourself in a story in that way, you have to expect to die now and again. This goes for either side.
Then this starts to happen. More at the north gate. Fail #1:
Dhairn just faded into view.
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
You skillfully interpose your shield between yourself and the attack!
Dhairn just went east.
You chuckle.
Hmm, lets try something else, again at the north gate in front of a bunch of folks. Fail #2:
Dhairn is trying to drag you. If you want to prevent this type "GROUP CLOSE".
Something grabs you and drags you northwest.
[Wehnimer's, Exterior]
You can no longer see the land gates of Wehnimer's from this dirt path, although you can still hear the din of the town on the other side of the wooden palisades. To the west and southwest lies the untamed land that surrounds Wehnimer's Landing. To the west, the large wooden fence in front of the Wehnimer's Jousting Arena fills your view.
Obvious paths: southeast, south, northwest
Dhairn fades into view.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages you in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
You barely manage to block the attack with your shield!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
You easily block the attack with your krodera wall shield!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
With extreme effort, you beat back the attack with your axe!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
With extreme effort, you block the attack with your shield!
Dhairn returns to normal speed.
J>se
[Wehnimer's, Outside Gate]
Citizens, merchants and assorted dregs of society jostle against you before the great wooden gates of Wehnimer's Landing.... A dirt path encircling the wooden palisade of the town leads east and southwest. Nailed prominently to the wooden wall beside the gate is a a Wayside Inn.
Also here: a bunch of people... Obvious paths: north, east, southwest, northwest
>chuck
You chuckle.
>nw
[Wehnimer's, Exterior]
You can no longer see the land gates of Wehnimer's from this dirt path, although you can still hear the din of the town on the other side of the wooden palisades. To the west and southwest lies the untamed land that surrounds Wehnimer's Landing. To the west, the large wooden fence in front of the Wehnimer's Jousting Arena fills your view.
Also here: Dhairn
Obvious paths: southeast, south, northwest
Dhairn just went northwest.
>se
Being a little more clever this time, he waits till I'm alone for a moment, and fighting the invading forces. He's obviously stalking me at this point and waiting for the right chance. Fail #3 (so close!):
>nw
[Upper Trollfang]
A high, steep hill lies directly to the south and the trail splits as it makes its way around. The wider, and obviously more used trail, runs off to the southwest while a smaller trail heads off to the southeast. You also see a brawny slate grey troll soldier and a lesser orc.
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest, northwest
>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
>hurl soldier head
A lesser orc swings a short sword at you!
You evade the attack with ease!
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at a brawny slate grey troll soldier!
AS: +666 vs DS: +180 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +35 = +547
... and hit for 124 points of damage!
Solid strike caves the grey troll soldier's skull in, resulting in instant death!
A brawny slate grey troll soldier blinks in astonishment, then falls flat on its face with a loud *THUD*.
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
Dhairn fades into view.
Dhairn looks determined and focused.
In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Dhairn engages you in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
AS: +672 vs DS: +541 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +57 = +223
... and hits for 25 points of damage!
Nice puncture to the back, just grazed the spine!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
AS: +672 vs DS: +541 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +75 = +241
... and hits for 27 points of damage!
Large gash to your right arm, several muscles torn.
You are stunned for 1 rounds!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
Reeling and staggering, you barely block the attack with your krodera wall shield!
Dhairn thrusts with a silver-inlaid cold steel lance at you!
AS: +672 vs DS: +511 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +86 = +282
... and hits for 34 points of damage!
Nice puncture to the back, just grazed the spine!
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 30 points of damage!
Skin and muscle roasted away leaving the ribs exposed on your back!
** Dhairn's cold steel lance pulses with a burst of plasma energy! **
... 15 points of damage!
Your hand blisters and bleeds from intense heat.
!SR>stance def
You are still stunned.
!S>berserk
Everything around you turns red as you work yourself into a berserker's rage!
!S>get my axe from my scab
Focusing on your bloodlust, you shake yourself out of the stun!
The redness fades from the world and you begin to breathe harder.
!> stance off
> hurl dhairn head
You are now in an offensive stance.
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
By amazing chance, Dhairn evades the missile!
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
(I exit nw and 10 seconds later the game crashes)
So that's all good and in a fair sense of sport, except that this is supposed to be a story line rather than some personal vendeta, but whatever. Then this happens: you try to kill me three times, you shouldn't expect to be able to walk into a room without some repurcussions. Again at the north gate:
Dhairn just arrived.
Speaking to Mitokht, Dhairn says, "You should keep a leash on that wolf..."
J>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
Dhairn lifts his voice in a rallying cry, calling confidently on the power of his patron for aid.
Dhairn gestures.
A muted pale blue sphere surrounds Dhairn.
Mitokht cocks his head at Dhairn.
J>hurl dhairn head
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
AS: +721 vs DS: +372 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +82 = +457
... and hit for 53 points of damage!
Hard blow to Dhairn's ear!
Deep gash and a terrible headache!
He is stunned!
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
Astari traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Astari gestures at Dhairn.
A pale, flickering nimbus coalesces around Dhairn, then vanishes in a brilliant flash!
Dhairn appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
Dhairn appears less secure.
The deep blue glow leaves Dhairn.
Dhairn loses the flickering obsidian black energy surrounding him.
Mitokht sniffs at Dhairn.
Dhairn beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.
Dhairn just went north.
JR>hurl dhairn neck
I could not find what area you were referring to.
J>stance def
Kilthal just went north.
Zhelas just arrived.
You are now in a defensive stance.
Perivan seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.
From nearby, you hear Kilthal yell, "Kerl!"
J>peer n
You peer north and see ...
[A Quiet Path]
A stray breeze trails through from the north, carrying with it the scent of lavender and, oddly, grilled rolton. Though many might ponder this strange combination of fragrances, the truly remarkable aspect of this quiet path lies in the regal beauty of the ancient trees whose branches reach out overhead, offering welcome to all who pass. You also see a roped-off clearing and a grey stone walkway.
Also here: Kilthal, Dhairn who is sleeping
Obvious paths: north, south
J>n
Mange just arrived.
[A Quiet Path]
A stray breeze trails through from the north, carrying with it the scent of lavender and, oddly, grilled rolton. Though many might ponder this strange combination of fragrances, the truly remarkable aspect of this quiet path lies in the regal beauty of the ancient trees whose branches reach out overhead, offering welcome to all who pass. You also see a roped-off clearing and a grey stone walkway.
Also here: Kilthal, Dhairn who is sleeping
Obvious paths: north, south
Consul Strydyr's group just arrived.
>glan dha
You glance at Dhairn.
Dhairn just left.
Kilthal laughs!
Strydyr asks, "Really?"
You say, "Really."
Astari smirks.
>stance def
Kilthal appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.
You say, "What a chicken."
>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
Strydyr nods in agreement to you.
Astari says, "Some just can't handle death."
You say, "Yep."
Kilthal nods to you.
Speaking to you, Brinn asks, "What was that about?"
You say, "He had it coming."
Brinn nods to you.
Kilthal softly says, "He sided with the trolls."
Brinn says, "Enough said."
You say, "Tried to kill me multiple times earlier."
Kilthal softly says, "Killed Metadi earlier."
Kilthal softly says, "And attempted to kill Kerl."
About a minute passes while we wait for him to log back in. I was going to interact a little till he logged out, but if that's how it's going to be I'm going to finish the job and you can roleplay a slamming SOB. So what do you suppose he was waiting for before logging back in? Watch and see:
Dhairn just arrived.
J>wtrick feint Dhairn
Dhairn is awakened by your attack!
[Roll result: 178 (open d100: 74) Bonus: 5]
You feint high, Dhairn buys the ruse and twists awkwardly to block the blow that never came!
Roundtime: 3 sec.
Soullslayur suddenly fades into view.
Soullslayur gestures at Dhairn.
CS: +545 - TD: +425 + CvA: -21 + d100: +58 - -5 == +162
Warding failed!
Wisps of black smoke swirl around Dhairn and he bursts into flame!
... 2 points of damage!
Nasty burns to left leg. Gonna need lots of butter.
He is stunned!
... 10 points of damage!
Nasty burns to chest make you wish you never heard of heartburn.
... 1 point of damage!
Nasty burns to right leg. Gonna need lots of butter.
The flames around Dhairn continue to burn!
...wait 3 seconds.
Soullslayur gestures at Dhairn.
CS: +545 - TD: +425 + CvA: -21 + d100: +39 - -5 == +143
Warding failed!
Wisps of black smoke swirl around Dhairn and he bursts into flame!
... 1 point of damage!
Burst of flames to left leg blackens kneecap.
... 14 points of damage!
Nasty burns to right hand. Gonna need lots of butter.
... 1 point of damage!
Burst of flames char chest a crispy black.
The flames around Dhairn continue to burn!
Soullslayur gestures at Dhairn.
CS: +545 - TD: +425 + CvA: -21 + d100: +82 - -5 == +186
Warding failed!
Wisps of black smoke swirl around Dhairn and he bursts into flame!
... 7 points of damage!
Flames incinerate left arm to the bone. Not a pleasant sight.
... 8 points of damage!
Flames burn hole in chest exposing ribs!
... 42 points of damage!
A large patch of flesh is seared off Dhairn's back.
The flames around Dhairn continue to burn!
[Roll result: -1 (open d100: -82)]
Strydyr feints high, but Dhairn isn't fooled for a second.
Kilthal changes his tune, adding a new element to his song...
Soullslayur nods.
Astari appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...
Astari gestures at Dhairn.
Astari hurls a radiant ball of energy at Dhairn!
AS: +455 vs DS: +212 with AvD: -11 + d100 roll: +78 = +310
... and hits for 28 points of damage!
Dazzling arc of energy traces blackened path across Dhairn's chest!
Immediately following the attack, Dhairn glances at Astari, his eyes widened briefly in alarm!
Dhairn appears to be involved in an internal struggle!
CS: +469 - TD: +452 + CvA: -21 + d100: +90 - -5 == +91
Warded off!
Kilthal skillfully weaves another verse into his harmony, directing the sound of his voice at Dhairn.
Nothing happens.
J>hurl dhairn neck
With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a perfectly balanced ora throwing axe into flight.
You throw a balanced ora throwing axe at Dhairn!
AS: +691 vs DS: +197 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +41 = +561
... and hit for 64 points of damage!
Throat nearly crushed. Dhairn makes gurgling noises.
* Dhairn drops dead at your feet!
Bunch of spells drop...
Your ora throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in your right hand, ready to throw again.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
* Dhairn just bit the dust!
Soullslayur traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
Soullslayur gestures.
Soullslayur suddenly disappears.
Strydyr nods.
J>nod
You nod.
You hear someone incanting a dark invocation...
Draithe suddenly fades into view.
Draithe gestures.
The ground around you seems to shake violently, making it hard to stand.
Jokult is forced from hiding!
Jokult loses his balance and falls over.
Astari loses her balance and falls over.
Strydyr loses his balance and falls over.
You lose your balance and fall over.
Roundtime: 7 sec.
Kilthal loses his balance and falls over.
Suddenly, the ground seems steadier.
Draithe traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Draithe gestures at you.
A void rips open in the area, directly above you!
You are sucked into the void!
Rather abrupt decompression causes you to explode!
Billions and billions of tiny bits of flesh shower everything.
Quite severely dead.
* Kerl has been vaporized!
bunch of spells drop....
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 14 mins...
I can just imagine what the discussion on whatever back channel you were using was like while you were logged out: "hep me hep me, they gonna kill me!" Slamming to avoid a conflict is weak, and slamming and waiting till your buddy can get in position before logging back in is pathetic. At least you had the dignity to not ask him to come and attack BEFORE you logged back in. Or maybe he was the one with too much dignity to stoop to that.
At this point I'll offer you a small olive branch: there's a story going on here, not an excuse to go ape shit PvP. If you want to be a part of the story and want to play the dark side fine, but don't decide you need to stalk me all over Elanthia in some misguided revenge effort, and then log off when you get caught with your pants around your ankles.