Lymbo
04-26-2012, 12:17 PM
You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Resurrection spell...
Your spell is ready.
J>
You gesture at Alfador.
Roundtime: 35 sec.
Low and monotonous, you begin a chant to draw Alfador back to life and feel the deep shadows of the area rise to meet you. Falling upon you like a cloak of darkness, the twisting, inky blackness transforms into the visage of a jackal from a once-forgotten nightmare. Sweeping from your body into Alfador's, the raw energy of your prayer transfers into his prone form. Slowly, the shadows recede back into the surrounding area.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's neck looks better.
SJR>l zor
You see Grand Lord Zorst Rimmif the Master Healer.
He appears to be a Human.
He is shorter than average and appears to be mature. He has brooding dark eyes and dark skin. He has long, black hair with grey at the temples. He has a haggard face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He has minor cuts and bruises on his chest, and some minor cuts and bruises on his left leg.
He has a missing left leg, an old battle scar across his back, and some old neck wounds.
He is holding a ki-lin carved black orase runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple chalk white sack, a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a ruby amulet, a thin gold ring, a fine nut brown backpack, a siren lizard scale leather, an eel skin hat, a black spidersilk cloak, some ora-edged black gloves, a pewter-bound silk Adventurer's Guild badge, a butterfly charm, a shimmering glaesine orb, some silvery vultite cufflinks, a stone grey vest, a dreamstone studded steel stickpin, a white tooled leather medic bag, some forest green trousers, a wiregrass anklet, and some elven tracking boots.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's chest looks better.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's left leg looks better.
SJR>l aur
You see Aureliano the Man-at-Arms.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and appears to be stricken in years. He has almond-shaped jade green eyes and nut brown skin. He has long, braided flaxen hair worn in elaborate braids. He has a gaunt face, a broken nose and long pointed ears.
He appears to be DEAD!
He has a scar across his face.
He is holding a well-balanced sturdy vultite lance in his right hand.
He is wearing some imflass full plate, a hooded spidersilk cloak, a knapsack, an obsidian-bound maoral Adventurer's Guild badge, a smooth silver crest, a small golden Paupers pin, a shuttered brass lantern charm, a stitched leather helm, a braided wire torc, a cut emerald inset eonake talisman, some enruned white trousers, a wire-bound black diamond amulet, a pale green silk pouch tied with braided leather drawstrings, a chalice-inset mithril signet ring, a veniom threaded harness, a pair of dark green faenor-scaled gauntlets, and a small gold sleigh bell on a green velvet cord.
SJR>
Aureliano just left.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's left leg looks better.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's left leg looks better.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's neck looks better.
SJR>
You recover somewhat from the strain of the spiritual ordeal, taking great comfort in the thought that you had the opportunity to sacrifice part of yourself in the service of your god.
JR>'Welcome back to the Nightmare of Life....again
You say, "Welcome back to the Nightmare of Life....again."
JR>
Zorst stands up.
J>;chat to querthose J>report We were on the boulder, they were all consenting individuals....I have signatures and notarized documents!
You feel less drained.
J>l
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: Grand Lord Zorst, Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
J>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's back looks better.
J>
Smokette just arrived.
J>
Zorst quietly says, "Seen invasions not this bloody."
J>
Smokette says, "Hmm."
J>grin zor
You grin at Zorst.
J>
Smokette gestures at Alfador.
Smokette hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at Alfador!
AS: +415 vs DS: +70 with AvD: +52 + d100 roll: +1 = +398
... and hits for 147 points of damage!
Skin roasted away from back exposing Alfador's spinal column!
* Alfador drops dead at your feet!
You have a foreboding sense of darkness enveloping your soul as you realize Alfador has died while both of you are still soul linked! You can sense the tugging of Alfador's soul clinging on to life, pulling you headlong into the long dark. It takes every ounce of spiritual energy you have to sever the link and claw yourself back to the world of the living! You feel empty and torpid, unable to focus your spiritual self.
The guiding force leaves Smokette.
The ball of greenish-black flame strikes Alfador, blossoming into a much larger sphere of flame upon impact.
J>l zor
[ Raise Dead Cooldown: +1:00:00, 1:00:00 remaining. ]
You see Grand Lord Zorst Rimmif the Master Healer.
He appears to be a Human.
He is shorter than average and appears to be mature. He has brooding dark eyes and dark skin. He has long, black hair with grey at the temples. He has a haggard face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He has old battle scars on his left leg, an old battle scar across his chest, and a scar across his neck.
He is holding a ki-lin carved black orase runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple chalk white sack, a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a ruby amulet, a thin gold ring, a fine nut brown backpack, a siren lizard scale leather, an eel skin hat, a black spidersilk cloak, some ora-edged black gloves, a pewter-bound silk Adventurer's Guild badge, a butterfly charm, a shimmering glaesine orb, some silvery vultite cufflinks, a stone grey vest, a dreamstone studded steel stickpin, a white tooled leather medic bag, some forest green trousers, a wiregrass anklet, and some elven tracking boots.
J>target smok
You are now targeting Smokette.
J>incant 317
>l
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +5 - -5 == +95
Warded off!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
JR>
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: Smokette, Grand Lord Zorst, the body of Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
JR>
Smokette traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...
JR>scowl
Smokette gestures at you.
Smokette hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at you!
AS: +340 vs DS: +425 with AvD: +52 + d100 roll: +38 = +5
A clean miss.
J>
You scowl.
J>incant 317
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +89 - -5 == +179
Warding failed!
Smokette is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 88 points of damage!
... 50 points of damage!
Smokette's eye bubbles and bursts along with most of the head!
* Smokette drops dead at your feet!
Smokette glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
JR>
Zorst mumbles something under his breath.
J>'I'm sick of you people killing people I raise
You say, "I'm sick of you people killing people I raise."
J>stare
You stare at nothing in particular.
J>stance def
You are now in a defensive stance.
J>
Zorst quietly asks, "Was the link even broken yet?"
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette asks, "Ow, why'd you have to go kill me?"
J>'Because now I can't raise for an hour
You say, "Because now I can't raise for an hour."
J>kick smoke
You kick Smokette!
J>'not that time, it wasn't
J>
You say, "Not that time, it wasn't."
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette says, "Oh, well you coudl take up knitting."
J>'You can take up rotting
You say, "You can take up rotting."
J>nod smok
You nod at Smokette.
J>l
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: the body of Smokette who is lying down, Grand Lord Zorst, the body of Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette says, "That's a splendid idea."
J>l zor
You see Grand Lord Zorst Rimmif the Master Healer.
He appears to be a Human.
He is shorter than average and appears to be mature. He has brooding dark eyes and dark skin. He has long, black hair with grey at the temples. He has a haggard face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He has old battle scars on his left leg, an old battle scar across his chest, and a scar across his neck.
He is holding a ki-lin carved black orase runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple chalk white sack, a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a ruby amulet, a thin gold ring, a fine nut brown backpack, a siren lizard scale leather, an eel skin hat, a black spidersilk cloak, some ora-edged black gloves, a pewter-bound silk Adventurer's Guild badge, a butterfly charm, a shimmering glaesine orb, some silvery vultite cufflinks, a stone grey vest, a dreamstone studded steel stickpin, a white tooled leather medic bag, some forest green trousers, a wiregrass anklet, and some elven tracking boots.
J>l smok
You see Smokette Felinetail.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She appears to be elderly. She has silver-flecked ale-brown eyes and dark brown skin. She has long, unruly white hair. She has a gaunt face, a straight nose and small pointed ears.
She appears to be DEAD!
She has a blinded left eye, and severe head trauma and bleeding from the ears.
She has old battle scars on her right arm.
She has a turquoise faewood arrow fletched with speckled pink feathers stuck in her left eye.
She is holding a gornar-runed ebonwood staff in her right hand.
She is wearing a shimmering glaesine orb, some dark grey silver-insigiled casting gloves, a large Onoir crested red and black gift bag, some elegant black casting leathers, some iron spectacles, a chalice-inset mithril signet ring, a wiregrass anklet, some shadowy grey boots, an obsidian-bound bronze Adventurer's Guild badge, some side-laced smoky leather pants, an elven leather wand harness, a crimson-edged pale crystal crown, a deep burgundy marbrinus bodice trimmed in bronze lace, a large gold-stringed treasure bag embroidered with the emblem of Moonshine Manor, a silver spidersilk backpack, a crimson satchel, and a tattered red velvet sack.
J>
Zorst seems a bit less imposing.
J>
Querthose fades into sight, looking slightly disoriented.
J>
Querthose sighs.
J>greet gal
You nod to Galene in greeting.
J>l gal
You see GameMaster Galene.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is willowy and appears to be youthful. She has hazel-tinted juniper green eyes and pale skin. She has long, burnished auburn hair spilling down her back in languid waves. She has a sharpened, fey-like countenance and narrow ears that arc into fine points. A sleek jade crescent is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling celadon sheen across her face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fel-latched rowan pendant, a silver-framed teal moss agate locket, a simply cut haon grey silk linen mantle, a shoulder-draped gown of layered almandine violet moire silk, a smoky dark silver shadowglass ring, a resin-glossed wyrwood incense case, and some calf-tied doeskin sandals.
J>l
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: GameMaster Galene, Querthose, the body of Smokette who is lying down, Grand Lord Zorst, the body of Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
J>l gal
You see GameMaster Galene.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is willowy and appears to be youthful. She has hazel-tinted juniper green eyes and pale skin. She has long, burnished auburn hair spilling down her back in languid waves. She has a sharpened, fey-like countenance and narrow ears that arc into fine points. A sleek jade crescent is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling celadon sheen across her face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fel-latched rowan pendant, a silver-framed teal moss agate locket, a simply cut haon grey silk linen mantle, a shoulder-draped gown of layered almandine violet moire silk, a smoky dark silver shadowglass ring, a resin-glossed wyrwood incense case, and some calf-tied doeskin sandals.
J>
The ginger cat sits down, his tail curling to cover his front paws.
J>
Speaking to you, Galene says, "Many of those people did not consent."
J>
Querthose says, "I've been cured of the demon in my head."
J>blink
You blink.
J>
Galene says, "I spoke with Querthose there, and that includes Alfador."
J>
Querthose says, "What sweet relief."
J>
A low chirping sound comes from within an iridescent scaled cricket box embossed with a hissing kitten and lizard totems.
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette asks, "Hm, you call this a cure?"
J>
Galene says, "Many of the people you were injuring did not know that the boulder was dangerous and were here for a mass coin share."
J>
You feel at full magical power again.
J>laugh gal
You laugh at Galene!
J>'Who said that!!
You exclaim, "Who said that!!"
J>
Querthose begins chuckling at Galene!
J>'that's hilarious...I'm sorry
You say, "That's hilarious...I'm sorry."
J>blu
You blush a delicate shade of pale pink.
J>
Querthose says, "That was a lie, planted in a mages head, supposedly by a demon."
J>
Querthose says, "The same one that was giving me trouble."
J>
Querthose spits out a muttered curse.
J>
The ghostly voice of Alfador says, "Indeed."
J>target smoke
You are now targeting Smokette.
J>'Woah...
You say, "Woah..."
J>'I don't think so
You say, "I don't think so."
J>incant 317
J>
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +38 - -5 == +128
Warding failed!
Smokette is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 55 points of damage!
... 25 points of damage!
Intense beam of plasma shears away large chunks of Smokette's forearm!
She is stunned!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.
... 5 points of damage!
Stomach shot lands with a hollow *thump*.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
JR>
You feel less drained.
J>'that punk killed my patient
Galene says, "Ummmm."
J>
You say, "That punk killed my patient."
J>glance galen
You glance at Galene.
J>incant 317
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +53 - -5 == +143
Warding failed!
Smokette is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 79 points of damage!
* Smokette drops dead at your feet!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
JR>
The ginger cat rubs up against Zorst.
JR>
The ghostly voice of Smokette says, "Ha."
J>'she stays dead
You say, "She stays dead."
J>nod gal
You nod at Galene.
J>
Galene gestures and a shaft of scintillating light jumps out of the sky and engulfs her. When the light recedes Galene is no longer there.
J>
The world grows blurry and indistinct. After a moment everything becomes clear again. Looking about, you see...
[Consultation Lounge]
The cozy surroundings of this simple conference room provide a much-welcomed respite from the chaos just outside its walls. You notice several plush chairs arranged casually around the room in a comfortable grouping.
Also here: GameMaster Galene
Obvious exits: none
J>
Galene says, "I don't think so."
Your spell is ready.
J>
You gesture at Alfador.
Roundtime: 35 sec.
Low and monotonous, you begin a chant to draw Alfador back to life and feel the deep shadows of the area rise to meet you. Falling upon you like a cloak of darkness, the twisting, inky blackness transforms into the visage of a jackal from a once-forgotten nightmare. Sweeping from your body into Alfador's, the raw energy of your prayer transfers into his prone form. Slowly, the shadows recede back into the surrounding area.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's neck looks better.
SJR>l zor
You see Grand Lord Zorst Rimmif the Master Healer.
He appears to be a Human.
He is shorter than average and appears to be mature. He has brooding dark eyes and dark skin. He has long, black hair with grey at the temples. He has a haggard face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He has minor cuts and bruises on his chest, and some minor cuts and bruises on his left leg.
He has a missing left leg, an old battle scar across his back, and some old neck wounds.
He is holding a ki-lin carved black orase runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple chalk white sack, a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a ruby amulet, a thin gold ring, a fine nut brown backpack, a siren lizard scale leather, an eel skin hat, a black spidersilk cloak, some ora-edged black gloves, a pewter-bound silk Adventurer's Guild badge, a butterfly charm, a shimmering glaesine orb, some silvery vultite cufflinks, a stone grey vest, a dreamstone studded steel stickpin, a white tooled leather medic bag, some forest green trousers, a wiregrass anklet, and some elven tracking boots.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's chest looks better.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's left leg looks better.
SJR>l aur
You see Aureliano the Man-at-Arms.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is taller than average and appears to be stricken in years. He has almond-shaped jade green eyes and nut brown skin. He has long, braided flaxen hair worn in elaborate braids. He has a gaunt face, a broken nose and long pointed ears.
He appears to be DEAD!
He has a scar across his face.
He is holding a well-balanced sturdy vultite lance in his right hand.
He is wearing some imflass full plate, a hooded spidersilk cloak, a knapsack, an obsidian-bound maoral Adventurer's Guild badge, a smooth silver crest, a small golden Paupers pin, a shuttered brass lantern charm, a stitched leather helm, a braided wire torc, a cut emerald inset eonake talisman, some enruned white trousers, a wire-bound black diamond amulet, a pale green silk pouch tied with braided leather drawstrings, a chalice-inset mithril signet ring, a veniom threaded harness, a pair of dark green faenor-scaled gauntlets, and a small gold sleigh bell on a green velvet cord.
SJR>
Aureliano just left.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's left leg looks better.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's left leg looks better.
SJR>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's neck looks better.
SJR>
You recover somewhat from the strain of the spiritual ordeal, taking great comfort in the thought that you had the opportunity to sacrifice part of yourself in the service of your god.
JR>'Welcome back to the Nightmare of Life....again
You say, "Welcome back to the Nightmare of Life....again."
JR>
Zorst stands up.
J>;chat to querthose J>report We were on the boulder, they were all consenting individuals....I have signatures and notarized documents!
You feel less drained.
J>l
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: Grand Lord Zorst, Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
J>
Zorst murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Zorst concentrates.
Zorst's back looks better.
J>
Smokette just arrived.
J>
Zorst quietly says, "Seen invasions not this bloody."
J>
Smokette says, "Hmm."
J>grin zor
You grin at Zorst.
J>
Smokette gestures at Alfador.
Smokette hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at Alfador!
AS: +415 vs DS: +70 with AvD: +52 + d100 roll: +1 = +398
... and hits for 147 points of damage!
Skin roasted away from back exposing Alfador's spinal column!
* Alfador drops dead at your feet!
You have a foreboding sense of darkness enveloping your soul as you realize Alfador has died while both of you are still soul linked! You can sense the tugging of Alfador's soul clinging on to life, pulling you headlong into the long dark. It takes every ounce of spiritual energy you have to sever the link and claw yourself back to the world of the living! You feel empty and torpid, unable to focus your spiritual self.
The guiding force leaves Smokette.
The ball of greenish-black flame strikes Alfador, blossoming into a much larger sphere of flame upon impact.
J>l zor
[ Raise Dead Cooldown: +1:00:00, 1:00:00 remaining. ]
You see Grand Lord Zorst Rimmif the Master Healer.
He appears to be a Human.
He is shorter than average and appears to be mature. He has brooding dark eyes and dark skin. He has long, black hair with grey at the temples. He has a haggard face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He has old battle scars on his left leg, an old battle scar across his chest, and a scar across his neck.
He is holding a ki-lin carved black orase runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple chalk white sack, a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a ruby amulet, a thin gold ring, a fine nut brown backpack, a siren lizard scale leather, an eel skin hat, a black spidersilk cloak, some ora-edged black gloves, a pewter-bound silk Adventurer's Guild badge, a butterfly charm, a shimmering glaesine orb, some silvery vultite cufflinks, a stone grey vest, a dreamstone studded steel stickpin, a white tooled leather medic bag, some forest green trousers, a wiregrass anklet, and some elven tracking boots.
J>target smok
You are now targeting Smokette.
J>incant 317
>l
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +5 - -5 == +95
Warded off!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
JR>
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: Smokette, Grand Lord Zorst, the body of Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
JR>
Smokette traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...
JR>scowl
Smokette gestures at you.
Smokette hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at you!
AS: +340 vs DS: +425 with AvD: +52 + d100 roll: +38 = +5
A clean miss.
J>
You scowl.
J>incant 317
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +89 - -5 == +179
Warding failed!
Smokette is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 88 points of damage!
... 50 points of damage!
Smokette's eye bubbles and bursts along with most of the head!
* Smokette drops dead at your feet!
Smokette glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
JR>
Zorst mumbles something under his breath.
J>'I'm sick of you people killing people I raise
You say, "I'm sick of you people killing people I raise."
J>stare
You stare at nothing in particular.
J>stance def
You are now in a defensive stance.
J>
Zorst quietly asks, "Was the link even broken yet?"
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette asks, "Ow, why'd you have to go kill me?"
J>'Because now I can't raise for an hour
You say, "Because now I can't raise for an hour."
J>kick smoke
You kick Smokette!
J>'not that time, it wasn't
J>
You say, "Not that time, it wasn't."
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette says, "Oh, well you coudl take up knitting."
J>'You can take up rotting
You say, "You can take up rotting."
J>nod smok
You nod at Smokette.
J>l
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: the body of Smokette who is lying down, Grand Lord Zorst, the body of Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette says, "That's a splendid idea."
J>l zor
You see Grand Lord Zorst Rimmif the Master Healer.
He appears to be a Human.
He is shorter than average and appears to be mature. He has brooding dark eyes and dark skin. He has long, black hair with grey at the temples. He has a haggard face, a crooked nose and a small goatee.
He has old battle scars on his left leg, an old battle scar across his chest, and a scar across his neck.
He is holding a ki-lin carved black orase runestaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple chalk white sack, a pair of wire-framed spectacles, a ruby amulet, a thin gold ring, a fine nut brown backpack, a siren lizard scale leather, an eel skin hat, a black spidersilk cloak, some ora-edged black gloves, a pewter-bound silk Adventurer's Guild badge, a butterfly charm, a shimmering glaesine orb, some silvery vultite cufflinks, a stone grey vest, a dreamstone studded steel stickpin, a white tooled leather medic bag, some forest green trousers, a wiregrass anklet, and some elven tracking boots.
J>l smok
You see Smokette Felinetail.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She appears to be elderly. She has silver-flecked ale-brown eyes and dark brown skin. She has long, unruly white hair. She has a gaunt face, a straight nose and small pointed ears.
She appears to be DEAD!
She has a blinded left eye, and severe head trauma and bleeding from the ears.
She has old battle scars on her right arm.
She has a turquoise faewood arrow fletched with speckled pink feathers stuck in her left eye.
She is holding a gornar-runed ebonwood staff in her right hand.
She is wearing a shimmering glaesine orb, some dark grey silver-insigiled casting gloves, a large Onoir crested red and black gift bag, some elegant black casting leathers, some iron spectacles, a chalice-inset mithril signet ring, a wiregrass anklet, some shadowy grey boots, an obsidian-bound bronze Adventurer's Guild badge, some side-laced smoky leather pants, an elven leather wand harness, a crimson-edged pale crystal crown, a deep burgundy marbrinus bodice trimmed in bronze lace, a large gold-stringed treasure bag embroidered with the emblem of Moonshine Manor, a silver spidersilk backpack, a crimson satchel, and a tattered red velvet sack.
J>
Zorst seems a bit less imposing.
J>
Querthose fades into sight, looking slightly disoriented.
J>
Querthose sighs.
J>greet gal
You nod to Galene in greeting.
J>l gal
You see GameMaster Galene.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is willowy and appears to be youthful. She has hazel-tinted juniper green eyes and pale skin. She has long, burnished auburn hair spilling down her back in languid waves. She has a sharpened, fey-like countenance and narrow ears that arc into fine points. A sleek jade crescent is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling celadon sheen across her face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fel-latched rowan pendant, a silver-framed teal moss agate locket, a simply cut haon grey silk linen mantle, a shoulder-draped gown of layered almandine violet moire silk, a smoky dark silver shadowglass ring, a resin-glossed wyrwood incense case, and some calf-tied doeskin sandals.
J>l
[Upper Dragonsclaw, Boulder]
The crest of the towering boulder affords a good view of the surrounding countryside. To the north, you see the dense forests of the Lower Dragonsclaw. Looking northeast, the verdant grasslands sprawl down towards the coast. Gazing southward at the slopes, in the distance you see the snow-covered summits of the Dragonsclaw mountain range, shrouded in perpetual mist. You also see a large grey-bellied hawk, an orange-eyed ginger cat and a rock cairn.
Also here: GameMaster Galene, Querthose, the body of Smokette who is lying down, Grand Lord Zorst, the body of Alfador who is lying down
Obvious paths: down
J>l gal
You see GameMaster Galene.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is willowy and appears to be youthful. She has hazel-tinted juniper green eyes and pale skin. She has long, burnished auburn hair spilling down her back in languid waves. She has a sharpened, fey-like countenance and narrow ears that arc into fine points. A sleek jade crescent is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling celadon sheen across her face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a fel-latched rowan pendant, a silver-framed teal moss agate locket, a simply cut haon grey silk linen mantle, a shoulder-draped gown of layered almandine violet moire silk, a smoky dark silver shadowglass ring, a resin-glossed wyrwood incense case, and some calf-tied doeskin sandals.
J>
The ginger cat sits down, his tail curling to cover his front paws.
J>
Speaking to you, Galene says, "Many of those people did not consent."
J>
Querthose says, "I've been cured of the demon in my head."
J>blink
You blink.
J>
Galene says, "I spoke with Querthose there, and that includes Alfador."
J>
Querthose says, "What sweet relief."
J>
A low chirping sound comes from within an iridescent scaled cricket box embossed with a hissing kitten and lizard totems.
J>
The ghostly voice of Smokette asks, "Hm, you call this a cure?"
J>
Galene says, "Many of the people you were injuring did not know that the boulder was dangerous and were here for a mass coin share."
J>
You feel at full magical power again.
J>laugh gal
You laugh at Galene!
J>'Who said that!!
You exclaim, "Who said that!!"
J>
Querthose begins chuckling at Galene!
J>'that's hilarious...I'm sorry
You say, "That's hilarious...I'm sorry."
J>blu
You blush a delicate shade of pale pink.
J>
Querthose says, "That was a lie, planted in a mages head, supposedly by a demon."
J>
Querthose says, "The same one that was giving me trouble."
J>
Querthose spits out a muttered curse.
J>
The ghostly voice of Alfador says, "Indeed."
J>target smoke
You are now targeting Smokette.
J>'Woah...
You say, "Woah..."
J>'I don't think so
You say, "I don't think so."
J>incant 317
J>
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +38 - -5 == +128
Warding failed!
Smokette is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 55 points of damage!
... 25 points of damage!
Intense beam of plasma shears away large chunks of Smokette's forearm!
She is stunned!
... 10 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae.
... 5 points of damage!
Stomach shot lands with a hollow *thump*.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
JR>
You feel less drained.
J>'that punk killed my patient
Galene says, "Ummmm."
J>
You say, "That punk killed my patient."
J>glance galen
You glance at Galene.
J>incant 317
You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Divine Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You channel at Smokette.
Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at your feet as you release a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward Smokette!
CS: +320 - TD: +249 + CvA: +14 + d100: +53 - -5 == +143
Warding failed!
Smokette is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 79 points of damage!
* Smokette drops dead at your feet!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
JR>
The ginger cat rubs up against Zorst.
JR>
The ghostly voice of Smokette says, "Ha."
J>'she stays dead
You say, "She stays dead."
J>nod gal
You nod at Galene.
J>
Galene gestures and a shaft of scintillating light jumps out of the sky and engulfs her. When the light recedes Galene is no longer there.
J>
The world grows blurry and indistinct. After a moment everything becomes clear again. Looking about, you see...
[Consultation Lounge]
The cozy surroundings of this simple conference room provide a much-welcomed respite from the chaos just outside its walls. You notice several plush chairs arranged casually around the room in a comfortable grouping.
Also here: GameMaster Galene
Obvious exits: none
J>
Galene says, "I don't think so."