Jeril
07-27-2012, 09:51 PM
You quietly whisper to Hoy, "They said you are supposed to still get a penalty, maybe just check your MM with and without?"
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Neimanz removes a serrated black rolaren tiger-claw from in his crimson silk cloak.
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Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 587 = 1.030 * MM: -17 + d100: 57 = 40
A clean miss!
>'why not?
You ask, "Why not?"
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 587 = 1.030 * MM: 76 + d100: 58 = 136
... and hit for 14 points of damage!
Fast but ineffective blow to left hip.
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Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 587 = 1.030 * MM: 80 + d100: 96 = 178
... and hit for 22 points of damage!
Downward-swinging jab lands a swift blow against the left ankle!
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 580 = 1.043 * MM: 81 + d100: 28 = 112
... and hit for 11 points of damage!
Feeble strike to leg. Hoy probably scratches himself harder than that!
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
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Leloo asks, "Why?"
>
You feel fully energetic again.
>l nei
You see Neimanz Vestimenta.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He is tall and appears to be time-worn. He has aimless, yet captivating baby blue eyes and very soft, tan skin. He has extremely high, spiked crimson hair caged tightly within a tiny caul. He has a hideous scar cutting through his shadowy eyebrows, jutting down his cheek like two crossing bolts of lightning.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a tiny black chaos blade tattoo on his ankle, an Ithzir hand tattoo encircled in tiny runes on his wrist, some long veil iron-beaded white braids tied into a ponytail with a dark silver clasp, and a tattoo of a sinister silver viper coiled around his neck and rearing up upon one cheek.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a serrated black rolaren tiger-claw in his right hand.
He is wearing a hooded crimson silk cloak, a petite ivory sack pinned with a bluerock clasp, an extremely dirty red shirt, some tanned leather gloves, a pair of tanned leather boots, a elemental bow of ice, a tiny holster, a twisted veil iron wire relic, a shrunken halfling head, a titanium-set sheath with a twisted barb wire pandybat strapped to it, a gold and sapphire stickpin, a tiny obsidian demon symbol, a tiny vial, a veil iron barbed demon artifact, a veil iron barbed-wire belt with an enruned longsword hanging from it, and a human bone bow.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
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You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Neimanz carefully straps his tiger-claw to his sheath. It rattles against the pandybat strapped to it, and he carefully adjusts them.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 595 vs UDF: 587 = 1.013 * MM: 91 + d100: 27 = 119
... and hit for 1 point of damage!
Fast but ineffective blow to left hip.
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 595 vs UDF: 587 = 1.013 * MM: 93 + d100: 18 = 112
... and hit for 1 point of damage!
Feeble strike to leg. Hoy probably scratches himself harder than that!
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 595 vs UDF: 587 = 1.013 * MM: 97 + d100: 86 = 184
... and hit for 9 points of damage!
Fast strike to inner thigh knocks Hoy off-balance!
He is knocked into a sitting position!
He is stunned!
** As Neimanz's gloves lands home, it flares with a bolt of lightning! **
... 30 points of damage!
Electric blast goes right to the heart! Fibrillation can be fun.
* Hoy drops dead at your feet!
Hoy seems to lose an aura of confidence.
Hoy seems to lose some internal strength.
The air about Hoy stops shimmering.
The powerful look leaves Hoy.
The light blue glow leaves Hoy.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Hoy.
Hoy returns to normal color.
Hoy becomes solid again.
The very powerful look leaves Hoy.
The white light leaves Hoy.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Hoy suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Hoy.
The deep blue glow leaves Hoy.
The bright luminescence fades from around Hoy.
Hoy seems to lose some dexterity.
Hoy seems a bit less imposing.
A gravelly voice from the crowd echoes, "Murder! Murder! Someone call for the Dwarven deputy!"
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
A nearby goodwife screams, "Murder!".
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Neimanz says, "Eek."
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
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The Hoy disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
>
You begin to lose touch with your internal sources of strength.
>
[surgeperm]>cman surge
You focus deep within yourself, searching for untapped sources of strength that are not yet exhausted from your still recent prior attempt.
You feel a great deal stronger.
>
[ Surge of Strength: +0:01:30, 0:01:30 remaining. ]
[ Surge of Strength Cooldown: +0:00:00, 0:00:00 remaining. ]
>
Leloo says, "Seee."
>wince neim
You glance over at Neimanz and wince.
>
Hoy's ghostly voice screams out that he wishes to drop all charges against Neimanz! A townperson jaunts off, proclaiming that he'll inform the authorities.
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
Lady Valyss just went north.
>
Lady Valyss just arrived.
>
The ghostly voice of Hoy says, "Gah."
>
Neimanz removes a serrated black rolaren tiger-claw from in his crimson silk cloak.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 587 = 1.030 * MM: -17 + d100: 57 = 40
A clean miss!
>'why not?
You ask, "Why not?"
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 587 = 1.030 * MM: 76 + d100: 58 = 136
... and hit for 14 points of damage!
Fast but ineffective blow to left hip.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 587 = 1.030 * MM: 80 + d100: 96 = 178
... and hit for 22 points of damage!
Downward-swinging jab lands a swift blow against the left ankle!
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 605 vs UDF: 580 = 1.043 * MM: 81 + d100: 28 = 112
... and hit for 11 points of damage!
Feeble strike to leg. Hoy probably scratches himself harder than that!
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Leloo asks, "Why?"
>
You feel fully energetic again.
>l nei
You see Neimanz Vestimenta.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He is tall and appears to be time-worn. He has aimless, yet captivating baby blue eyes and very soft, tan skin. He has extremely high, spiked crimson hair caged tightly within a tiny caul. He has a hideous scar cutting through his shadowy eyebrows, jutting down his cheek like two crossing bolts of lightning.
You can hardly recognize him covered in all that soot and ash!
He has a tiny black chaos blade tattoo on his ankle, an Ithzir hand tattoo encircled in tiny runes on his wrist, some long veil iron-beaded white braids tied into a ponytail with a dark silver clasp, and a tattoo of a sinister silver viper coiled around his neck and rearing up upon one cheek.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a serrated black rolaren tiger-claw in his right hand.
He is wearing a hooded crimson silk cloak, a petite ivory sack pinned with a bluerock clasp, an extremely dirty red shirt, some tanned leather gloves, a pair of tanned leather boots, a elemental bow of ice, a tiny holster, a twisted veil iron wire relic, a shrunken halfling head, a titanium-set sheath with a twisted barb wire pandybat strapped to it, a gold and sapphire stickpin, a tiny obsidian demon symbol, a tiny vial, a veil iron barbed demon artifact, a veil iron barbed-wire belt with an enruned longsword hanging from it, and a human bone bow.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
You hear very soft footsteps.
>
Neimanz carefully straps his tiger-claw to his sheath. It rattles against the pandybat strapped to it, and he carefully adjusts them.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 595 vs UDF: 587 = 1.013 * MM: 91 + d100: 27 = 119
... and hit for 1 point of damage!
Fast but ineffective blow to left hip.
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 595 vs UDF: 587 = 1.013 * MM: 93 + d100: 18 = 112
... and hit for 1 point of damage!
Feeble strike to leg. Hoy probably scratches himself harder than that!
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
>
Neimanz attempts to jab Hoy!
UAF: 595 vs UDF: 587 = 1.013 * MM: 97 + d100: 86 = 184
... and hit for 9 points of damage!
Fast strike to inner thigh knocks Hoy off-balance!
He is knocked into a sitting position!
He is stunned!
** As Neimanz's gloves lands home, it flares with a bolt of lightning! **
... 30 points of damage!
Electric blast goes right to the heart! Fibrillation can be fun.
* Hoy drops dead at your feet!
Hoy seems to lose an aura of confidence.
Hoy seems to lose some internal strength.
The air about Hoy stops shimmering.
The powerful look leaves Hoy.
The light blue glow leaves Hoy.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Hoy.
Hoy returns to normal color.
Hoy becomes solid again.
The very powerful look leaves Hoy.
The white light leaves Hoy.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Hoy suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Hoy.
The deep blue glow leaves Hoy.
The bright luminescence fades from around Hoy.
Hoy seems to lose some dexterity.
Hoy seems a bit less imposing.
A gravelly voice from the crowd echoes, "Murder! Murder! Someone call for the Dwarven deputy!"
The scintillating silver light surrounding the gloves fades some.
A nearby goodwife screams, "Murder!".
>
Neimanz says, "Eek."
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
The Hoy disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
>
You begin to lose touch with your internal sources of strength.
>
[surgeperm]>cman surge
You focus deep within yourself, searching for untapped sources of strength that are not yet exhausted from your still recent prior attempt.
You feel a great deal stronger.
>
[ Surge of Strength: +0:01:30, 0:01:30 remaining. ]
[ Surge of Strength Cooldown: +0:00:00, 0:00:00 remaining. ]
>
Leloo says, "Seee."
>wince neim
You glance over at Neimanz and wince.
>
Hoy's ghostly voice screams out that he wishes to drop all charges against Neimanz! A townperson jaunts off, proclaiming that he'll inform the authorities.
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
Lady Valyss just went north.
>
Lady Valyss just arrived.
>
The ghostly voice of Hoy says, "Gah."