Liberi Fatali
10-13-2004, 12:57 AM
I've come to realize that I may quite possibly hold the collection of the greatest logs ever. I have logged every single time I've entered GS since I started in 1996. I will periodically be posting what I consider godly logs from time to time, as I have been doing. This one is a classic.
Incidentally, however, the DAY after this happened, my 10x shield 'vanished'. Out of thin air. The GM's told me I 'must have got cursed and dropped it'... but I hadn't been hunting, I went to the Landing straight after this. Can you guess WHY it vanished? Hoho.
Take note, this log is from 2002 -- when I didn't care much for RP. Don't hold me for any of the 'lame' things I may have said.
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Contesserina says, "but he said that when it first happened"
>
Gadshill rubs his chin thoughtfully.
>
Contesserina says, "I think we were both very stunned"
>
Spaewife says, "Bah"
>
Spaewife says, "Ya owe him nothing"
>
Gadshill says, "aye.."
>
Gadshill says, "otherwise, it's no risk to him."
>
* Alanine just bit the dust!
>'Of course, with that tone of voice, I wouldn't return anything you lost either.
Gadshill says, "I'd bring nice stuff out here too, if I expected everyone to replace it for me."
>
You say, "Of course, with that tone of voice, I wouldn't return anything you lost either."
>snick
You snicker.
>
Spaewife says, "He KNOWS not to take a good weapon in there. "
fold haughty
>You fold your arms over your chest with an air of superiority.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within a small ebony cricket box.
>
Spaewife pokes you in the ribs.
>
Spaewife just went west.
>
Celtic smiles at you.
>
Gadshill says, "tell him to ask Tsin for the money. Remember...the silvers meant nothing to him."
>
Gadshill grins.
>
Celtic says, "I don't use anything of value in there."
>l cel
You see Celtic Darak the Archmage.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He appears to be very young. He has ale-brown eyes and fair skin. He has short, silver hair.
He has a braided silver ponytail, and a stalking wolf tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a pure white vultite shield embossed with a solid gold key, a very large button that reads: DISKS FOR SALE! 1000 SILVER!, a bright gold satchel with "Celtic's Enchantments and Imbedding" embroidered on the sides, a pair of black metal-framed spectacles, some black and gold leather armor, an elven cloak with a number of gnawed holes in it, some soft puma fur boots, an antique silver armband, a heavy black back sheath, a glaes bracelet, a white spidersilk vest, a sable scroll case, and a black Dhe'nar wand dispenser engraved with the words "Chiucu d'rual d'cu Ko".
grin cel
>You grin at Celtic.
>'Teach Jael to do the such.
Chazym grins.
>
You say, "Teach Jael to do the such."
>
Celtic says, "He's not my child."
>'Pssh.
You say, "Pssh."
>
Celtic says, "However, I will make a note about any gear you happen to lose."
>
Celtic smiles.
>'You're asking for a stun, sir.
You say, "You're asking for a stun, sir."
>
* Syrnol just bit the dust!
>
Contesserina says, "I don't even have anything of value"
>
Celtic raises an eyebrow in your direction.
>'Oh, yes.
You say, "Oh, yes."
>nod cel
>
You nod to Celtic.
>
* Esand just bit the dust!
>'I don't know you that well, but you're coming off as an ignorant dotard here.
* Vrentasic just bit the dust!
>
You say, "I don't know you that well, but you're coming off as an ignorant dotard here."
>
Contesserina says, "I gave him 8 mil of my silver, and Mac gave me two as well"
>'That was awfully nice!
You exclaim, "That was awfully nice!"
>nod con
You nod to Contesserina.
>
Contesserina says, "that cleaned me out but 3"
>
Contesserina says, "yes it was"
>
Contesserina sighs.
>
Celtic says, "You, or someone that you were once, already knows who I am."
>
Celtic smiles at you.
>prep 706
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Mind Jolt...
Your spell is ready.
>cast at celtic
You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +600 + CvA: +14 + d100: +51 - -5 == +131
Warding failed!
His eyes flash with a searing jolt of light!
He is heavily stunned!
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
* Evoz just bit the dust!
>
Gadshill says, "still wouldn't have given him that much.."
Contesserina says, "ok guys"
>whisper celtic I was never bought, sir.
You whisper quietly to Celtic.
>
Gadshill gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Gadshill gestures at Celtic.
Celtic is able to move again.
The glazed look leaves Celtic.
>
* Emislity just bit the dust!
>stance d
You are now in a defensive stance.
>
Celtic glances at you.
>
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Gadshill gestures.
>
Celtic recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
>
Celtic gestures.
Celtic appears considerably more powerful.
>
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Gadshill gestures.
His body is surrounded by a dim dancing aura.
>
Celtic traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
>
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
prep 703
>Gadshill gestures.
Gadshill stands taller, as if bolstered with a sense of confidence.
>
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Forget...
Your spell is ready.
Celtic gestures at you.
You suddenly feel confused for a moment!
You feel the magic of your spell depart.
>
Celtic gestures at you.
The very powerful look leaves you.
The white light leaves you.
>cast at cel
Celtic gestures at you.
The dim aura fades from around you.
>prep 703
Celtic gestures at you.
The layer of protection fades away.
You don't have a spell prepared!
>cast at cel
Celtic gestures at you.
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Forget...
Your spell is ready.
>prep 703
Celtic gestures at you.
You suddenly feel confused for a moment!
You feel the magic of your spell depart.
>cast at cel
Sorry, you may only type ahead 1 command.
prep 703
cast at cel
>You don't have a spell prepared!
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Forget...
Your spell is ready.
>prep 703
cast at cel
prep 703
cast at cel
You already have a spell readied! You must RELEASE it if you wish to prepare another!
>You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +563 + CvA: +14 + d100: +73 - -5 == +190
Warding failed!
Celtic blinks dazedly for a moment.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>prep 703
Wait 2 sec.
>
You don't have a spell prepared!
>cast at cel
You notice Celtic slip into a hiding place.
Wait 1 sec.
>
You don't have a spell prepared!
>
Wait 1 sec.
>
You don't have a spell prepared!
>prep 720
>
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
>point cel
Celtic comes out of hiding.
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
You point at Celtic.
>
Gadshill gestures.
Gadshill stands taller, as if bolstered with a sense of confidence.
>sigh
You sigh.
>'I don't wish to kill you...
>
You say, "I don't wish to kill you..."
>'But you're asking for it.
You say, "But you're asking for it."
>
Contesserina says, "I didn't mean this for you two to get upset with each other"
>
Celtic blinks a few times and seems more aware now.
>
Contesserina flails her arms about.
>
Celtic traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
>
Celtic gestures.
Celtic suddenly disappears.
>
You hear someone summoning elemental energy to his command...
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised silver cricket box.
>
Celtic suddenly fades into view.
Celtic gestures at you.
The ground beneath your feet begins to boil violently!
You dodge out of the way!
The ground then quickly cools.
>cast at celtic
You gesture at Celtic.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Celtic!
Celtic's fingernails fly off as blood spurts from the jagged stumps!
+39 Hits.
Celtic is stunned!
A single item, about 24 feet from the void, was picked up and disappeared in the blackness. It did 12 damage as it caromed off Celtic. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>prep 719
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Dark Catalyst...
Your spell is ready.
>cast at celtic
You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +600 + CvA: +14 + d100: +26 - -5 == +106
Warding failed!
Celtic is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
... and hits for 10 points of damage!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames char chest a crispy black.
... 5 points of damage!
Chilly blast to the chest causes heart to skip a beat.
... 15 points of damage!
Heavy shock to abdomen blackens skin. Ick.
... 20 points of damage!
Good blow to right hand!
You feel 3 mana surge into you!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
Lochraven says, "oh I think thats enough"
>prep 719
cast at celtic
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Dark Catalyst...
Your spell is ready.
> * Celtic just bit the dust!
>
You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +600 + CvA: +14 + d100: +39 - -5 == +119
Warding failed!
Celtic is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
... and hits for 10 points of damage!
* Celtic drops dead at your feet!
Celtic becomes solid again.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Celtic.
The light blue glow leaves Celtic.
The very powerful look leaves Celtic.
The white light leaves Celtic.
Celtic glances around, looking a bit less confident.
The translucent sphere fades from around Celtic.
Celtic comes back into focus.
The bright luminescence fades from around Celtic.
The deep blue glow leaves Celtic.
Celtic suddenly appears less powerful.
The dim aura fades from around Celtic.
Celtic seems to be in a different place than you remember.
The powerful look leaves Celtic.
Celtic seems to lose an aura of confidence.
Celtic no longer bristles with energy.
Celtic appears somehow different.
The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Celtic.
Celtic returns to normal color.
Celtic appears less confident.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Celtic.
The brilliant aura fades away from Celtic.
Celtic seems a bit less imposing.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
Brinnea blinks.
>stance d
You are now in a defensive stance.
>l
[Gyldemar Road, Sentinels]
The roadway rises slightly above the swamp. From the appearances, someone has purposely built a small hillock here atop which two massive granite sentinels stand, silent and unmoving. No method of circumventing the sentinels presents itself. If one wishes to continue along the road in an easterly direction, one must pass between the sentinels. Westward the road slides into the swamp and fights to stay above the sucking mud. You also see the Jenovadeath disk, the blue Chazym disk, the Lochraven disk, a stalk of cattail, some torban leaf, some woth flower, a stalk of cattail and a twisted wand.
Also here: Contesserina, Chazym, the body of Celtic who is lying down, Lord Zoloth who is kneeling, High Lady Lochraven, Gadshill who is seated, Lady Brinnea who is seated
Obvious paths: west.
Lochraven stares at you.
>
Gadshill says, "criminy."
>
Lochraven says, "Did you have to kill him"
>
Contesserina winces.
>
Contesserina sighs.
>'Not really, but I don't tolerate such acts of shrewdness.
You say, "Not really, but I don't tolerate such acts of shrewdness."
>
Tabor, player of Jenovadeath.
Incidentally, however, the DAY after this happened, my 10x shield 'vanished'. Out of thin air. The GM's told me I 'must have got cursed and dropped it'... but I hadn't been hunting, I went to the Landing straight after this. Can you guess WHY it vanished? Hoho.
Take note, this log is from 2002 -- when I didn't care much for RP. Don't hold me for any of the 'lame' things I may have said.
>
Contesserina says, "but he said that when it first happened"
>
Gadshill rubs his chin thoughtfully.
>
Contesserina says, "I think we were both very stunned"
>
Spaewife says, "Bah"
>
Spaewife says, "Ya owe him nothing"
>
Gadshill says, "aye.."
>
Gadshill says, "otherwise, it's no risk to him."
>
* Alanine just bit the dust!
>'Of course, with that tone of voice, I wouldn't return anything you lost either.
Gadshill says, "I'd bring nice stuff out here too, if I expected everyone to replace it for me."
>
You say, "Of course, with that tone of voice, I wouldn't return anything you lost either."
>snick
You snicker.
>
Spaewife says, "He KNOWS not to take a good weapon in there. "
fold haughty
>You fold your arms over your chest with an air of superiority.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within a small ebony cricket box.
>
Spaewife pokes you in the ribs.
>
Spaewife just went west.
>
Celtic smiles at you.
>
Gadshill says, "tell him to ask Tsin for the money. Remember...the silvers meant nothing to him."
>
Gadshill grins.
>
Celtic says, "I don't use anything of value in there."
>l cel
You see Celtic Darak the Archmage.
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf.
He appears to be very young. He has ale-brown eyes and fair skin. He has short, silver hair.
He has a braided silver ponytail, and a stalking wolf tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold ring, a pure white vultite shield embossed with a solid gold key, a very large button that reads: DISKS FOR SALE! 1000 SILVER!, a bright gold satchel with "Celtic's Enchantments and Imbedding" embroidered on the sides, a pair of black metal-framed spectacles, some black and gold leather armor, an elven cloak with a number of gnawed holes in it, some soft puma fur boots, an antique silver armband, a heavy black back sheath, a glaes bracelet, a white spidersilk vest, a sable scroll case, and a black Dhe'nar wand dispenser engraved with the words "Chiucu d'rual d'cu Ko".
grin cel
>You grin at Celtic.
>'Teach Jael to do the such.
Chazym grins.
>
You say, "Teach Jael to do the such."
>
Celtic says, "He's not my child."
>'Pssh.
You say, "Pssh."
>
Celtic says, "However, I will make a note about any gear you happen to lose."
>
Celtic smiles.
>'You're asking for a stun, sir.
You say, "You're asking for a stun, sir."
>
* Syrnol just bit the dust!
>
Contesserina says, "I don't even have anything of value"
>
Celtic raises an eyebrow in your direction.
>'Oh, yes.
You say, "Oh, yes."
>nod cel
>
You nod to Celtic.
>
* Esand just bit the dust!
>'I don't know you that well, but you're coming off as an ignorant dotard here.
* Vrentasic just bit the dust!
>
You say, "I don't know you that well, but you're coming off as an ignorant dotard here."
>
Contesserina says, "I gave him 8 mil of my silver, and Mac gave me two as well"
>'That was awfully nice!
You exclaim, "That was awfully nice!"
>nod con
You nod to Contesserina.
>
Contesserina says, "that cleaned me out but 3"
>
Contesserina says, "yes it was"
>
Contesserina sighs.
>
Celtic says, "You, or someone that you were once, already knows who I am."
>
Celtic smiles at you.
>prep 706
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Mind Jolt...
Your spell is ready.
>cast at celtic
You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +600 + CvA: +14 + d100: +51 - -5 == +131
Warding failed!
His eyes flash with a searing jolt of light!
He is heavily stunned!
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
* Evoz just bit the dust!
>
Gadshill says, "still wouldn't have given him that much.."
Contesserina says, "ok guys"
>whisper celtic I was never bought, sir.
You whisper quietly to Celtic.
>
Gadshill gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
>
Gadshill gestures at Celtic.
Celtic is able to move again.
The glazed look leaves Celtic.
>
* Emislity just bit the dust!
>stance d
You are now in a defensive stance.
>
Celtic glances at you.
>
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Gadshill gestures.
>
Celtic recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...
>
Celtic gestures.
Celtic appears considerably more powerful.
>
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
Gadshill gestures.
His body is surrounded by a dim dancing aura.
>
Celtic traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
>
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
prep 703
>Gadshill gestures.
Gadshill stands taller, as if bolstered with a sense of confidence.
>
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Forget...
Your spell is ready.
Celtic gestures at you.
You suddenly feel confused for a moment!
You feel the magic of your spell depart.
>
Celtic gestures at you.
The very powerful look leaves you.
The white light leaves you.
>cast at cel
Celtic gestures at you.
The dim aura fades from around you.
>prep 703
Celtic gestures at you.
The layer of protection fades away.
You don't have a spell prepared!
>cast at cel
Celtic gestures at you.
The silvery luminescence fades from around you.
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Forget...
Your spell is ready.
>prep 703
Celtic gestures at you.
You suddenly feel confused for a moment!
You feel the magic of your spell depart.
>cast at cel
Sorry, you may only type ahead 1 command.
prep 703
cast at cel
>You don't have a spell prepared!
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Forget...
Your spell is ready.
>prep 703
cast at cel
prep 703
cast at cel
You already have a spell readied! You must RELEASE it if you wish to prepare another!
>You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +563 + CvA: +14 + d100: +73 - -5 == +190
Warding failed!
Celtic blinks dazedly for a moment.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>prep 703
Wait 2 sec.
>
You don't have a spell prepared!
>cast at cel
You notice Celtic slip into a hiding place.
Wait 1 sec.
>
You don't have a spell prepared!
>
Wait 1 sec.
>
You don't have a spell prepared!
>prep 720
>
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Implosion...
Your spell is ready.
>point cel
Celtic comes out of hiding.
Gadshill makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...
>
You point at Celtic.
>
Gadshill gestures.
Gadshill stands taller, as if bolstered with a sense of confidence.
>sigh
You sigh.
>'I don't wish to kill you...
>
You say, "I don't wish to kill you..."
>'But you're asking for it.
You say, "But you're asking for it."
>
Contesserina says, "I didn't mean this for you two to get upset with each other"
>
Celtic blinks a few times and seems more aware now.
>
Contesserina flails her arms about.
>
Celtic traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase...
>
Celtic gestures.
Celtic suddenly disappears.
>
You hear someone summoning elemental energy to his command...
>
A low chirping sound comes from within an incised silver cricket box.
>
Celtic suddenly fades into view.
Celtic gestures at you.
The ground beneath your feet begins to boil violently!
You dodge out of the way!
The ground then quickly cools.
>cast at celtic
You gesture at Celtic.
A void rips open in the area, directly above Celtic!
Celtic's fingernails fly off as blood spurts from the jagged stumps!
+39 Hits.
Celtic is stunned!
A single item, about 24 feet from the void, was picked up and disappeared in the blackness. It did 12 damage as it caromed off Celtic. The void disappears without further incident.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>prep 719
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Dark Catalyst...
Your spell is ready.
>cast at celtic
You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +600 + CvA: +14 + d100: +26 - -5 == +106
Warding failed!
Celtic is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
... and hits for 10 points of damage!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames char chest a crispy black.
... 5 points of damage!
Chilly blast to the chest causes heart to skip a beat.
... 15 points of damage!
Heavy shock to abdomen blackens skin. Ick.
... 20 points of damage!
Good blow to right hand!
You feel 3 mana surge into you!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
Lochraven says, "oh I think thats enough"
>prep 719
cast at celtic
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Dark Catalyst...
Your spell is ready.
> * Celtic just bit the dust!
>
You gesture at Celtic.
CS: +661 - TD: +600 + CvA: +14 + d100: +39 - -5 == +119
Warding failed!
Celtic is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
... and hits for 10 points of damage!
* Celtic drops dead at your feet!
Celtic becomes solid again.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Celtic.
The light blue glow leaves Celtic.
The very powerful look leaves Celtic.
The white light leaves Celtic.
Celtic glances around, looking a bit less confident.
The translucent sphere fades from around Celtic.
Celtic comes back into focus.
The bright luminescence fades from around Celtic.
The deep blue glow leaves Celtic.
Celtic suddenly appears less powerful.
The dim aura fades from around Celtic.
Celtic seems to be in a different place than you remember.
The powerful look leaves Celtic.
Celtic seems to lose an aura of confidence.
Celtic no longer bristles with energy.
Celtic appears somehow different.
The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Celtic.
Celtic returns to normal color.
Celtic appears less confident.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Celtic.
The brilliant aura fades away from Celtic.
Celtic seems a bit less imposing.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>
Brinnea blinks.
>stance d
You are now in a defensive stance.
>l
[Gyldemar Road, Sentinels]
The roadway rises slightly above the swamp. From the appearances, someone has purposely built a small hillock here atop which two massive granite sentinels stand, silent and unmoving. No method of circumventing the sentinels presents itself. If one wishes to continue along the road in an easterly direction, one must pass between the sentinels. Westward the road slides into the swamp and fights to stay above the sucking mud. You also see the Jenovadeath disk, the blue Chazym disk, the Lochraven disk, a stalk of cattail, some torban leaf, some woth flower, a stalk of cattail and a twisted wand.
Also here: Contesserina, Chazym, the body of Celtic who is lying down, Lord Zoloth who is kneeling, High Lady Lochraven, Gadshill who is seated, Lady Brinnea who is seated
Obvious paths: west.
Lochraven stares at you.
>
Gadshill says, "criminy."
>
Lochraven says, "Did you have to kill him"
>
Contesserina winces.
>
Contesserina sighs.
>'Not really, but I don't tolerate such acts of shrewdness.
You say, "Not really, but I don't tolerate such acts of shrewdness."
>
Tabor, player of Jenovadeath.