Silvean
06-20-2014, 10:00 PM
>incant 740
You begin drawing a faint, twisting symbol while softly intoning the words for Planar Shift...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
With the rune pattern of your destination burned into your memory, a deep understanding of demonic gates, and a bit of hubris, you forgo a summoning circle and daringly tear a planar rift into the air before you. A small shadowy rift begins to take form before your eyes. Suddenly, a flurried black haze slices at you from within the rift.
... 35 points of damage!
Gruesome slash to your throat!
That stings... for about a second.
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 10 mins...
The rift begins to waver lazily and suddenly implodes upon itself in a large plume of soot-filled black smoke. When the rift clears, a lithe black abyran'ra is standing around, surveying the surroundings.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
DEAD>
* Silvean just bit the dust!
DEAD>
The Silvean disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
[lnet: sending location to GSIV:Krystanne...]
DEAD>l
[Ruined Temple, Third Floor]
Standing between a pair of columns is a marble statue of a graceful woman. Her billowing robes have been blackened by flame and a stump remains where her right arm broke off. Tiny shards of colored glass lay at her feet, blown in from further along the corridor judging by the irregular pattern they form. You also see a plain silver chest, a lithe black abyran'ra and a crumbling arch.
Obvious paths: south, west
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers west!
DEAD>group op
Your group status is now open.
DEAD>
[lnet: sending location to GSIV:Rozy...]
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers in and gathers its coils about itself.
DEAD>
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra scythes its talons back and forth as it hisses a sibilant invocation.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra raises its hands above its head as luminescent slivers of incarnadine slither across its palms!
An invisible force guides a lithe black abyran'ra.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers west!
DEAD>
A spectral triton defender drifts in, gliding swiftly just above the ground.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers in, swaying hypnotically back and forth on its sinuous coils.
DEAD>
A spectral triton defender just went through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra descends upon your corpse, its talons moving in swift, sweeping arcs across your back as its forked tongue darts in and out quickly.
After a moment, the abyran'ra plunges its hand into the base of your neck and rips out your spine in one fluid movement!
The black abyran'ra rises up on its coils and runs its scythe-like talons over the blood-drenched spine in a sinuous fashion, a faint webwork of incarnadine energy lacing across its surface. After a moment, it begins to grow longer and longer, its bony protrusions melding into razored blades that wreath it on all sides. With one swift, sharp *CRACK* of the whip-like bone, the blood drenching the bladed spine bursts into flames -- the rippling scarlet hue cast by the blaze washing over the abyran'ra's face in lurid waves.
DEAD>
Krystanne just came through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
Krystanne reaches down and tenderly cradles your lifeless hand in hers.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra scythes its talons back and forth as it hisses a sibilant invocation.
DEAD>
Krystanne picks up a plain silver chest.
DEAD>'Loose demon.
You say, "Loose demon."
DEAD>look
[Ruined Temple, Third Floor]
Standing between a pair of columns is a marble statue of a graceful woman. Her billowing robes have been blackened by flame and a stump remains where her right arm broke off. Tiny shards of colored glass lay at her feet, blown in from further along the corridor judging by the irregular pattern they form. You also see the Krystanne disk, a lithe black abyran'ra and a crumbling arch.
Also here: Krystanne
Obvious paths: south, west
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra swiftly raises its arms and slashes its talons at Krystanne!
Religious fervor infuses a lithe black abyran'ra's voice as it speaks an incantation in an unknown language.
CS: +410 - TD: +456 + CvA: +14 + d100: +77 - -5 == +50
Warded off!
Krystanne does not react.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Krystanne!
AS: +630 vs DS: +539 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +98 = +233
... and hits for 72 points of damage!
Blast to hand sends fingers flying in several different directions.
She is stunned!
A dark shadowy tendril rises up from Krystanne's skin, writhes its way up a bone-bladed dark elven spine wreathed in a blazing halo of lurid scarlet flames towards a lithe black abyran'ra and lashes out malevolently...
Krystanne stares at a lithe black abyran'ra.
The abyran'ra stares back at Krystanne with its unblinking, pupiless eyes -- their interior roiling with a rippled silver sheen as they reflect the spell right back at her!
A lithe black abyran'ra looks directly into Krystanne's eyes.
CS: +428 - TD: +474 + CvA: +14 + d100: +42 - -5 == +15
Warded off!
Krystanne stares back at the black abyran'ra without fear.
The guiding force leaves a lithe black abyran'ra.
** A bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine explodes with blazing ebon-sheened flames! **
A low-cut black silk and lace bodice partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to abdomen toasts skin nicely.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Krystanne!
AS: +555 vs DS: +510 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +89 = +178
... and hits for 48 points of damage!
Loud *crack* as Krystanne's sternum breaks!
A dark shadowy tendril rises up from Krystanne's skin, writhes its way up a bone-bladed dark elven spine wreathed in a blazing halo of lurid scarlet flames towards a lithe black abyran'ra and lashes out malevolently...
Krystanne stares at a lithe black abyran'ra.
The abyran'ra stares back at Krystanne with its unblinking, pupiless eyes -- their interior roiling with a rippled silver sheen as they reflect the spell right back at her!
A lithe black abyran'ra looks directly into Krystanne's eyes.
CS: +428 - TD: +474 + CvA: +14 + d100: +87 - -5 == +60
Warded off!
Krystanne stares back at the black abyran'ra without fear.
** A bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine explodes with blazing ebon-sheened flames! **
A low-cut black silk and lace bodice partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to back. Looks uncomfortable.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Krystanne!
AS: +555 vs DS: +505 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +35 = +129
... and hits for 19 points of damage!
Torn muscle in Krystanne's left leg!
* Krystanne drops dead at your feet!
A lithe black abyran'ra undulates its coils in exultant victory!
DEAD>
The Krystanne disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
DEAD>
* Krystanne just bit the dust!
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
The ghostly voice of Krystanne softly says, "Sigh."
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra gazes mutely at the surroundings, its pupiless eyes studiously watching every moving thing.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra scythes its talons back and forth as it hisses a sibilant invocation.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra raises its hands above its head as luminescent slivers of incarnadine slither across its palms!
An invisible force guides a lithe black abyran'ra.
DEAD>
The ghostly voice of Krystanne softly says, "Well."
DEAD>
Rheisia just came through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Rheisia!
AS: +640 vs DS: +452 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +39 = +269
... and hits for 147 points of damage!
A mighty hit turns Rheisia's insides to outsides!
* Rheisia drops dead at your feet!
The serpents upon a lithe black abyran'ra's head writhe and undulate in exultation!
DEAD>
Jeril just came through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
The Rheisia disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
DEAD>
* Rheisia just bit the dust!
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
Jeril reaches down and tenderly cradles your lifeless hand in his.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
Jeril reaches down and tenderly cradles Krystanne's lifeless hand in his.
DEAD>
The ghostly voice of Rheisia says, "Soo."
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Jeril!
AS: +576 vs DS: +421 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +74 = +263
... and hits for 22 points of damage!
Broken finger on Jeril's left hand!
** As Jeril's emerald vultite armor is hit, its outer rim seems to fold inward upon itself drawing the black abyran'ra along with it! **
** A bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine explodes with blazing ebon-sheened flames! **
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to right leg burns skin bright red.
DEAD>'Remarkable.
You say, "Remarkable."
DEAD>
Your surroundings blur into a white fog . . .
[Temple, Meditation Sanctum]
The silent simplicity of this small room brings contemplative thoughts to mind. Several small mats cover the polished wood floors and two worn oak benches sit empty along the wall. A modest rosewood altar stands at one end of the room, topped with two white candles. A gentle breeze wafts from a hallway of gleaming white marble leading to the east.
Also here: the body of Krystanne who is lying down, Jeril, Zithro
Obvious exits: west
A few minutes later...
DEAD>;chat to jeril Did it drop my spine when you killed it?
[PrivateTo]-GSIV:Jeril: "Did it drop my spine when you killed it?"
[Private]-GSIV:Jeril: "LOL, nope"
You begin drawing a faint, twisting symbol while softly intoning the words for Planar Shift...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
With the rune pattern of your destination burned into your memory, a deep understanding of demonic gates, and a bit of hubris, you forgo a summoning circle and daringly tear a planar rift into the air before you. A small shadowy rift begins to take form before your eyes. Suddenly, a flurried black haze slices at you from within the rift.
... 35 points of damage!
Gruesome slash to your throat!
That stings... for about a second.
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 10 mins...
The rift begins to waver lazily and suddenly implodes upon itself in a large plume of soot-filled black smoke. When the rift clears, a lithe black abyran'ra is standing around, surveying the surroundings.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
DEAD>
* Silvean just bit the dust!
DEAD>
The Silvean disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
[lnet: sending location to GSIV:Krystanne...]
DEAD>l
[Ruined Temple, Third Floor]
Standing between a pair of columns is a marble statue of a graceful woman. Her billowing robes have been blackened by flame and a stump remains where her right arm broke off. Tiny shards of colored glass lay at her feet, blown in from further along the corridor judging by the irregular pattern they form. You also see a plain silver chest, a lithe black abyran'ra and a crumbling arch.
Obvious paths: south, west
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers west!
DEAD>group op
Your group status is now open.
DEAD>
[lnet: sending location to GSIV:Rozy...]
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers in and gathers its coils about itself.
DEAD>
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra scythes its talons back and forth as it hisses a sibilant invocation.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra raises its hands above its head as luminescent slivers of incarnadine slither across its palms!
An invisible force guides a lithe black abyran'ra.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers west!
DEAD>
A spectral triton defender drifts in, gliding swiftly just above the ground.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra slithers in, swaying hypnotically back and forth on its sinuous coils.
DEAD>
A spectral triton defender just went through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra descends upon your corpse, its talons moving in swift, sweeping arcs across your back as its forked tongue darts in and out quickly.
After a moment, the abyran'ra plunges its hand into the base of your neck and rips out your spine in one fluid movement!
The black abyran'ra rises up on its coils and runs its scythe-like talons over the blood-drenched spine in a sinuous fashion, a faint webwork of incarnadine energy lacing across its surface. After a moment, it begins to grow longer and longer, its bony protrusions melding into razored blades that wreath it on all sides. With one swift, sharp *CRACK* of the whip-like bone, the blood drenching the bladed spine bursts into flames -- the rippling scarlet hue cast by the blaze washing over the abyran'ra's face in lurid waves.
DEAD>
Krystanne just came through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
Krystanne reaches down and tenderly cradles your lifeless hand in hers.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra scythes its talons back and forth as it hisses a sibilant invocation.
DEAD>
Krystanne picks up a plain silver chest.
DEAD>'Loose demon.
You say, "Loose demon."
DEAD>look
[Ruined Temple, Third Floor]
Standing between a pair of columns is a marble statue of a graceful woman. Her billowing robes have been blackened by flame and a stump remains where her right arm broke off. Tiny shards of colored glass lay at her feet, blown in from further along the corridor judging by the irregular pattern they form. You also see the Krystanne disk, a lithe black abyran'ra and a crumbling arch.
Also here: Krystanne
Obvious paths: south, west
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra swiftly raises its arms and slashes its talons at Krystanne!
Religious fervor infuses a lithe black abyran'ra's voice as it speaks an incantation in an unknown language.
CS: +410 - TD: +456 + CvA: +14 + d100: +77 - -5 == +50
Warded off!
Krystanne does not react.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Krystanne!
AS: +630 vs DS: +539 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +98 = +233
... and hits for 72 points of damage!
Blast to hand sends fingers flying in several different directions.
She is stunned!
A dark shadowy tendril rises up from Krystanne's skin, writhes its way up a bone-bladed dark elven spine wreathed in a blazing halo of lurid scarlet flames towards a lithe black abyran'ra and lashes out malevolently...
Krystanne stares at a lithe black abyran'ra.
The abyran'ra stares back at Krystanne with its unblinking, pupiless eyes -- their interior roiling with a rippled silver sheen as they reflect the spell right back at her!
A lithe black abyran'ra looks directly into Krystanne's eyes.
CS: +428 - TD: +474 + CvA: +14 + d100: +42 - -5 == +15
Warded off!
Krystanne stares back at the black abyran'ra without fear.
The guiding force leaves a lithe black abyran'ra.
** A bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine explodes with blazing ebon-sheened flames! **
A low-cut black silk and lace bodice partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to abdomen toasts skin nicely.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Krystanne!
AS: +555 vs DS: +510 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +89 = +178
... and hits for 48 points of damage!
Loud *crack* as Krystanne's sternum breaks!
A dark shadowy tendril rises up from Krystanne's skin, writhes its way up a bone-bladed dark elven spine wreathed in a blazing halo of lurid scarlet flames towards a lithe black abyran'ra and lashes out malevolently...
Krystanne stares at a lithe black abyran'ra.
The abyran'ra stares back at Krystanne with its unblinking, pupiless eyes -- their interior roiling with a rippled silver sheen as they reflect the spell right back at her!
A lithe black abyran'ra looks directly into Krystanne's eyes.
CS: +428 - TD: +474 + CvA: +14 + d100: +87 - -5 == +60
Warded off!
Krystanne stares back at the black abyran'ra without fear.
** A bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine explodes with blazing ebon-sheened flames! **
A low-cut black silk and lace bodice partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to back. Looks uncomfortable.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Krystanne!
AS: +555 vs DS: +505 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +35 = +129
... and hits for 19 points of damage!
Torn muscle in Krystanne's left leg!
* Krystanne drops dead at your feet!
A lithe black abyran'ra undulates its coils in exultant victory!
DEAD>
The Krystanne disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
DEAD>
* Krystanne just bit the dust!
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
The ghostly voice of Krystanne softly says, "Sigh."
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra gazes mutely at the surroundings, its pupiless eyes studiously watching every moving thing.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra scythes its talons back and forth as it hisses a sibilant invocation.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra raises its hands above its head as luminescent slivers of incarnadine slither across its palms!
An invisible force guides a lithe black abyran'ra.
DEAD>
The ghostly voice of Krystanne softly says, "Well."
DEAD>
Rheisia just came through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Rheisia!
AS: +640 vs DS: +452 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +39 = +269
... and hits for 147 points of damage!
A mighty hit turns Rheisia's insides to outsides!
* Rheisia drops dead at your feet!
The serpents upon a lithe black abyran'ra's head writhe and undulate in exultation!
DEAD>
Jeril just came through a crumbling arch.
DEAD>
The Rheisia disk disintegrates, dropping everything on the ground.
DEAD>
* Rheisia just bit the dust!
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
Jeril reaches down and tenderly cradles your lifeless hand in his.
DEAD>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
DEAD>
Jeril reaches down and tenderly cradles Krystanne's lifeless hand in his.
DEAD>
The ghostly voice of Rheisia says, "Soo."
DEAD>
A lithe black abyran'ra whips a bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine at Jeril!
AS: +576 vs DS: +421 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +74 = +263
... and hits for 22 points of damage!
Broken finger on Jeril's left hand!
** As Jeril's emerald vultite armor is hit, its outer rim seems to fold inward upon itself drawing the black abyran'ra along with it! **
** A bone-bladed flaming dark elven spine explodes with blazing ebon-sheened flames! **
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to right leg burns skin bright red.
DEAD>'Remarkable.
You say, "Remarkable."
DEAD>
Your surroundings blur into a white fog . . .
[Temple, Meditation Sanctum]
The silent simplicity of this small room brings contemplative thoughts to mind. Several small mats cover the polished wood floors and two worn oak benches sit empty along the wall. A modest rosewood altar stands at one end of the room, topped with two white candles. A gentle breeze wafts from a hallway of gleaming white marble leading to the east.
Also here: the body of Krystanne who is lying down, Jeril, Zithro
Obvious exits: west
A few minutes later...
DEAD>;chat to jeril Did it drop my spine when you killed it?
[PrivateTo]-GSIV:Jeril: "Did it drop my spine when you killed it?"
[Private]-GSIV:Jeril: "LOL, nope"