Me fisting Aone

[Drew2]

>pound aon
You slowly move your hand in a pounding motion, and the stone hand holding Aone moves in response...
CS: +227 - TD: +120 + CvA: +2 + d100: +71 == +180
Warding failed!
The stone hand throws Aone and he goes flying through the air, then hits the ground with a loud thud. 51 points of damage!
... 10 points of damage!
Light blow to right arm.
Suddenly, the stone hand erupts into a myriad of stone fragments that hit the ground and crumble into invisible dust.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>

[Artha]

Tayre gestures at you.
The ground beneath Tayre rumbles, then erupts in a shower of rubble that coalesces in to a large yet delicate hand in mid-air.
CS: +227 - TD: +140 + CvA: +2 + d100: +6 == +95
Warded off!
The stone hand attempts to grab you, but you manage to avoid it at the last moment. Soon the stone hand goes still and collapses to a pile of rubble that quickly disintegrates to invisible dust.

[Chadj]

hahahahhahahahhaha.

Dammit, the title got me horny :(.

[Latrinsorm]

Originally posted by Artha
The ground beneath Tayre rumbles, then erupts in a shower of rubble that coalesces in to a large yet delicate hand in mid-air. How oddly appropriate.

[Artha]

I bet it was well manicured.

[Chadj]

:rant: That guy looks like he's masturbating furiously. <3

[Bobmuhthol]

>get wire
You already have that.
>out
[Hearthstone, Front Porch]
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a wheeled brass serving cart with some stuff on it, the porch steps, a doorman and a long oak sideboard with some stuff on it.
Obvious paths: none
>g ste
[Hearthstone, Courtyard]
Before you stands a grand old manor, framed by huge willows to the east and west. The elegant trees sway gently in the moonlight, dappling the cobblestone courtyard with ever-shifting patterns of light and dark. Snippets of conversation drift away from the long porch stretching along the full width of the great old house, as several guests enjoy the hospitality and ambience of this fine hideaway. You also see a wooden shield, some light leather, a short sword, a hollow tree stump and the porch steps.
Also here: Tayre
Obvious paths: south
>
You hear someone weeping nearby.
>stance off
You are now in an offensive stance.
>garr tayre
[Roll result: 135 (open d100: 46) Penalties: 0]
You fling your wire around Tayre's neck and snap it taut. Success!
Roundtime: 4 sec.
>
Tayre just left.
>

[Chadj]

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Tayre loses.
Edited to remove 12979186059126 ha's.


[Edited on 10-9-2004 by Chadj]

[Makkah]

Show the other 3 times Tayre slammed.


rht

[Hips]

Tayre raises his smeared scroll and gestures.
Sparks begin to fly between the smeared scroll and Tayre's fingers.
With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sparks jump into Tayre's hand and he seems to glow with power.
>
Tayre gestures at Shay.
The ground beneath Shay begins to boil violently!
Fiery debris explodes from the ground!
... 5 points of damage!
Blow to back connects lightly.
... 20 points of damage!
Nasty burns to right leg. Gonna need lots of butter.
She is knocked to the ground!
She is stunned!
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to back. Looks uncomfortable.
The ground then quickly cools.
>
The falcon stretches one of its great wings and then the other.
>
Tayre says, "Boilsville."
>
You gawk at Tayre.
>
Tayre put a smeared scroll in his patchwork cloak.
>
Tayre removes an owl-etched silver hoarbeam runestaff from in his patchwork cloak.
>
You quietly whisper to Tayre, "Omg, steal my spell."
>
616*** TypoHelp: Converted "616" to INCANT 616.

You gesture while summoning the spirits of nature to aid you with the Spike Thorn spell...
Your spell is ready.
You do not currently have a target.
>
Tayre traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
>
Tayre gestures at you.
CS: +263 - TD: +160 + CvA: +25 + d100: +75 - -5 == +208
Warding failed!
As Tayre concentrates and begins chanting, a luminescent aura lashes out to encircle you.

As the aura constricts, your prepared spell is wrenched from your mind.
The aura grows brighter then disappears in a brilliant flash. Tayre seems to glow with power.
>
Tayre gestures at Shay.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Shay! Several of the thorns jab into her!
... hits for 26 points of damage!
... 30 points of damage!
Well aimed strike shatters bone in left arm!
... hits for 28 points of damage!
... 30 points of damage!
Well aimed strike shatters bone in right arm!
... hits for 14 points of damage!
... 35 points of damage!
Strike to right arm cleanly severs it at the shoulder!

* Shay drops dead at your feet!

The powerful look leaves Shay.
>
Tayre says, "And spike vill."
>
Tayre says, "Spike ville."
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-Jayvn echo in your mind:
"wtf shay?"
chat HAHAHAHAH * Hellane has disconnected.
>
You focus on transmitting your thought.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-You echo in your mind:
"HAHAHAHAH"
>
Shay's body decays into compost.
>
You notice Tayre botch an attempt to conceal himself.
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-Tayre echo in your mind:
"Fuck"
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-Chivalrous echo in your mind:
"Who killed Bob?"
>
Shay just arrived.
>
[Roll result: 144 (open d100: 35)]
Shay flings a wire around Tayre's neck and snaps it taut.
>
Shay says, "Or you die."
>
Tayre gasps and struggles to no avail.
>
chat You quietly whisper to Tayre, "Omg, steal my spell."
You focus on transmitting your thought.
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-You echo in your mind:
"You quietly whisper to Tayre, "Omg, steal my spell.""
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-Tayre echo in your mind:
"OR I SLAM"
>
Tayre just left.
* Tayre returns home from a hard day of adventuring.
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-Shay echo in your mind:
"WHAT THE FUCK"
>
A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Coffie.
>
The falcon squawks loudly.
>
* Seran joins the adventure.
>
You stare at nothing in particular.
>
You hear the faint thoughts of [OOC]-Seran echo in your mind:
"Hahahahaha"

:heart: Bob. :(

[Drew2]

Shay kept subduing me over and over and the last time he did it he said "OR HOW ABOUT WE GO TO STUNVILLE" and he did it.

When the stun fell, I 1108'd him, then boiled him, and spike thorned him as shown.

[Snapp]

Slamming is laaaaaame.

[Bobmuhthol]

I FUCKING LOVE YOU, FALGRIN.

ne calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
A deep blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>
The voice of Tayre says, "Bah."
>
* Silverstalker just bit the dust!
>
Tayre fades into view.
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A deep blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>
Tayre says, "There."
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A deep blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>
Great Lord Warclaidhm just arrived.
>sign of striking
sign of smiting
You flex your muscles with renewed vigor!
>You flex your muscles with renewed vigor!
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A deep blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>sign of swords
You flex your muscles with renewed vigor!
>
Falgrin grunts his thanks.
>get blue cry
>
You remove a blue crystal from in your scored leather cloak.
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A light blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>rgam stealth kneel
>
You manage to move to a kneeling position while keeping your location hidden.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A light blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>
A swarm of tiny spiders suddenly appears from beneath the folds of Warclaidhm's spidersilk cloak and weaves an opening in the silk.
>
Warclaidhm put a pure potion in his spidersilk cloak.
>
A swarm of tiny spiders suddenly appears from beneath the folds of Warclaidhm's spidersilk cloak and seals the opening in the cloak with their silk.
>rub cry
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A light blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>
You rub a blue crystal.
Feels smooth!
An invisible force guides you.
The blue crystal suddenly disintegrates!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
A swarm of tiny spiders suddenly appears from beneath the folds of Warclaidhm's spidersilk cloak and weaves an opening in the silk.
>get heav cross
Warclaidhm removes a large brass-framed lens from in his spidersilk cloak.
>
Get what?
>
A swarm of tiny spiders suddenly appears from beneath the folds of Warclaidhm's spidersilk cloak and seals the opening in the cloak with their silk.
>
Tayre gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A light blue glow surrounds Falgrin.
>get cros
You remove a silver-inlaid yew heavy crossbow from in your dusky runestaff harness.
>sign of striking
sign of smiting
Repeating the sign has no effect!
>Repeating the sign has no effect!
>
Falgrin nods to Tayre.
>
Tayre nods.
>sign madness
>fire tayre
You are filled with berserk rage! Attack! Attack! Attack!
>
Tayre traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...
>
Tayre gestures at Falgrin.
A dim aura surrounds Falgrin.
>
You fire a vultite-edged heavy crossbow bolt at Tayre!
AS: +519 vs DS: +341 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +48 = +259
... and hit for 77 points of damage!
Incredible shot to the eye penetrates deep into skull!

* Tayre drops dead at your feet!

The air calms down around Tayre.
Tayre seems to lose some dexterity.
The dim aura fades from around Tayre.
The white light leaves Tayre.
The very powerful look leaves Tayre.
The deep blue glow leaves Tayre.
Tayre seems a bit less imposing.
The air about Tayre stops shimmering.
The bright luminescence fades from around Tayre.
Tayre becomes solid again.
The powerful look leaves Tayre.
Tayre returns to normal color.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Tayre.
The opalescent aura fades from around Tayre.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Tayre.
Tayre appears less secure.
The brilliant aura fades away from Tayre.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Tayre suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
The light blue glow leaves Tayre.
The guiding force leaves you.
The heavy crossbow bolt sticks in Tayre's left eye!
Roundtime: 4 sec.
>
* Tayre just bit the dust!
>
Warclaidhm points at a large brass-framed lens.
>

A crier hurries up to you, pausing briefly to catch his breath, then unfurls a small scroll and announces in a clear, loud voice, "Hear ye, hear ye! Please join Petalwind and Lord Terrangel Russellals as they gather to celebrate their love and their travels along the path of life together!"

He continues, "Those citizens holding an invitation to the wedding, please proceed to the nearest wedding portal, as the ceremony will begin in 10 minutes!" He quickly rolls the scroll back up, tucking it into his vest pocket, and hurries off to continue his rounds.

>
* Derfey just bit the dust!
>
You feel at full magical power again.
>
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
>
Falgrin blinks.
>
Warclaidhm says, "Whoa."
>chat FUCKING OWNED.
You focus on transmitting your thought.
The ghostly voice of Tayre says, "..."
>
Aanton grunts, amused.
>
Eahlstan ponders.
>
Eahlstan leans on Yviara, resting his hand upon her shoulder.
>
Yviara says, "Wow."
>
Your SIGN OF MADNESS is no longer effective.
You feel drained!
>chat Slam now.
You focus on transmitting your thought.
The ghostly voice of Tayre says, "Yes."
>rgam stealth stand
You manage to move to a standing position while keeping your location hidden.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
>stance def
You are now in a defensive stance.
>
Yviara says, "I thought the room exploded, never saw so many spells."
>
Warclaidhm says, "Glad I'm wearin plate."
>

[BigBadBonar]

Very nicely done bob:lol2: