Near a large city. (road). An ornately inscribed sign has been hung upon a black lacquered post. A small silvery stone is here, surrounded in haze. A medal from an old war lies forgotten upon the ground. You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, and northwest. 543/543h 525/543m 100e 100w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0 You cannot move that fast, slow down! 543/543h 536/543m 100e 100w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0 Outside the gates of Stavenn. (road). A small silvery stone is here, surrounded in haze. The shrunken head of Antrax has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. With a wild look in his eye, a feral paint stallion stands heatedly here as he stomps and paces recklessly. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and the ominous gates of Stavenn lie to the west (gate open). You spring a trap!! A loop of rope entwines around you, pulling you off your feet. 543/543h 533/543m 100e 99w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0 You begin to struggle free of your entanglement. Balance Taken: 1.00s 543/543h 533/543m 100e 99w bals:e- status:db arms: pp Kai: 0 A cannon ball races in from the west, rips through your body, and crashes into the ground. Damage Taken: 185 unblockable (raw damage: 185) A massive wooden bolt flies in from the west, impales you directly through the chest and slams into the ground, pinning you beneath it. Damage Taken: 79 unblockable (raw damage: 79) A cannon ball races in from the west, rips through your body, and crashes into the ground. Damage Taken: 185 unblockable (raw damage: 185) A cannon ball races in from the west, rips through your body, and crashes into the ground. You have been slain by an elite Diavlous Knight.
The mat-maker Osatia finishes the weaving with a dramatic flourish, beaming brightly as she turns the completed mat to you. The mat-maker Osatia says, "Exactly how you wanted! Now, make sure to purchase it. 500 gold, please. Not sure how? BUY MAT FROM 344982." H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db> buy mat from 344982
The mat-maker Osatia says, "I don't have any of those." H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db> If you want to buy the mat you've just personalized, BUY MAT FROM Osatia. Do it soon or the opportunity will be wasted and you'll have to do the quest again. H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db> buy mat from osatia
The mat-maker Osatia says, "I don't have any of those." H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db> Osatia frowns sharply. "If you don't really want the mat, fine."
132/512h 270/543m 100e 90w bals:eb status:b arms: pp Kai: 57 kai banish khizan Aulani's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. Aulani lashes out with her wicked talons, drawing slices across your body. A surge of rejuvenating energy floods your system, healing your wounds. Health Gain: 204 Damage Taken: 64 cutting, physical (raw damage: 94) Terror takes hold, as a numb sensation overcomes your body. You flex your muscles and drive off the effects of paralysis. Aulani directs a basilisk of molten quartz to unleash a massive surge of psychic energy towards you. You wail and writhe in agony as the invisible assault relentlessly melts connections within your weakened brain. Your paralysis fades and you can move once more. Damage Taken: 61 psychic (raw damage: 81) 210/512h 270/543m 100e 90w bals:eb status:b arms: pp Kai: 69 Khizan secures his previously wielded items and instantly draws a mercurial battleaxe into his right hand, with a flame inlaid runic tablet flowing into the left. Khizan swings a mercurial battleaxe at you powerfully. Damage Taken: 71 cutting, physical (raw damage: 97) A prickly, stinging sensation spreads through your body. With a lightning-quick motion, Khizan slashes you with a mercurial battleaxe. Damage Taken: 94 cutting, physical (raw damage: 97) A prickly, stinging sensation spreads through your body. Khizan concentrates, and a searing image of the sowulu rune suddenly flares on your skin. You slump to the ground, slain by a mystical rune tuned to defend Khizan. You have been slain by Khizan. Damage Taken: 63 unblockable (raw damage: 47)
I have taken to using CTS sometimes in teams just for that extra 5% chance to proc BDB over DRS, when I know I'm exclusively going to be doing things other than hammering out limb attacks.
It is well-known that Demonic holds the patent on Dregbus, and we are the innovators of off-shoot products, such as the Menochbus; recently launched, it involves the unsolicited grabbing (in our case, empressing) of select team members out of a battle they were winning, ensuring those less-deserving that were left behind (e.g., Ahkan) will die.
“We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irrelevant."
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Near a large city. (road).
An ornately inscribed sign has been hung upon a black lacquered post. A small silvery stone is here, surrounded in haze. A medal from an old war lies forgotten upon the ground.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
543/543h 525/543m 100e 100w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0
You cannot move that fast, slow down!
543/543h 536/543m 100e 100w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0
Outside the gates of Stavenn. (road).
A small silvery stone is here, surrounded in haze. The shrunken head of Antrax has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. With a wild look in his eye, a feral paint stallion stands heatedly here as he stomps and paces recklessly.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and the ominous gates of Stavenn lie to the west (gate open).
You spring a trap!! A loop of rope entwines around you, pulling you off your feet.
543/543h 533/543m 100e 99w bals:eb status:db arms: pp Kai: 0
You begin to struggle free of your entanglement.
Balance Taken: 1.00s
543/543h 533/543m 100e 99w bals:e- status:db arms: pp Kai: 0
A cannon ball races in from the west, rips through your body, and crashes into the ground.
Damage Taken: 185 unblockable (raw damage: 185)
A massive wooden bolt flies in from the west, impales you directly through the chest and slams into the ground, pinning you beneath it.
Damage Taken: 79 unblockable (raw damage: 79)
A cannon ball races in from the west, rips through your body, and crashes into the ground.
Damage Taken: 185 unblockable (raw damage: 185)
A cannon ball races in from the west, rips through your body, and crashes into the ground.
You have been slain by an elite Diavlous Knight.
... fml. Needs to lrn to redef celerity
your shoulder. You hear faint whispers of a remembered friendship, of dreams
not to be realized, and of a lost hope. With a slight flutter of wings you
recall oaths made, and you are reassured that you instill hope in others.
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
The mat-maker Osatia says, "Exactly how you wanted! Now, make sure to purchase it. 500 gold, please. Not sure how? BUY MAT FROM 344982."
H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db> buy mat from 344982
The mat-maker Osatia says, "I don't have any of those."
H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db>
If you want to buy the mat you've just personalized, BUY MAT FROM Osatia. Do it soon or the opportunity will be wasted and you'll have to do the quest again.
H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db> buy mat from osatia
The mat-maker Osatia says, "I don't have any of those."
H:390 M:418 E:1854 W:1990 <eb> 0 <db>
Osatia frowns sharply. "If you don't really want the mat, fine."
WHATEVER BITCH
Fog of Creation.
The area is ablaze! There are 3 Xena, Warrior Princesses here.
There are no obvious exits.
annnnnd
Ball Location: Invalid Room (unknown)
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created
Evocati smiles wryly, a look of amusement passing over his features.
Winning gemhunts is always fun.
RUINING MY IDLE-AT-THE-GENERATOR IMMERSION
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created
Of course, it could just be the $5 equivalent of all dat IG gold snarking.
http://pastebin.com/uXQM1BF0
The end of that from my pov:
132/512h 270/543m 100e 90w bals:eb status:b arms: pp Kai: 57
kai banish khizan
Aulani's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Aulani lashes out with her wicked talons, drawing slices across your body.
A surge of rejuvenating energy floods your system, healing your wounds.
Health Gain: 204
Damage Taken: 64 cutting, physical (raw damage: 94)
Terror takes hold, as a numb sensation overcomes your body.
You flex your muscles and drive off the effects of paralysis.
Aulani directs a basilisk of molten quartz to unleash a massive surge of psychic energy towards you. You wail and writhe in agony as the invisible assault relentlessly melts connections within your weakened brain.
Your paralysis fades and you can move once more.
Damage Taken: 61 psychic (raw damage: 81)
210/512h 270/543m 100e 90w bals:eb status:b arms: pp Kai: 69
Khizan secures his previously wielded items and instantly draws a mercurial battleaxe into his right hand, with a flame inlaid runic tablet flowing into the left.
Khizan swings a mercurial battleaxe at you powerfully.
Damage Taken: 71 cutting, physical (raw damage: 97)
A prickly, stinging sensation spreads through your body.
With a lightning-quick motion, Khizan slashes you with a mercurial battleaxe.
Damage Taken: 94 cutting, physical (raw damage: 97)
A prickly, stinging sensation spreads through your body.
Khizan concentrates, and a searing image of the sowulu rune suddenly flares on your skin.
You slump to the ground, slain by a mystical rune tuned to defend Khizan.
You have been slain by Khizan.
Damage Taken: 63 unblockable (raw damage: 47)
I say banish, Khizan says no
It is well-known that Demonic holds the patent on Dregbus, and we are the innovators of off-shoot products, such as the Menochbus; recently launched, it involves the unsolicited grabbing (in our case, empressing) of select team members out of a battle they were winning, ensuring those less-deserving that were left behind (e.g., Ahkan) will die.
Primal Guardian, Gurn Tellaris, Woodland's Vindication says, "Don't."(18:07:37.09)
H:250 M:314 E:1296 W:1560 <eb db> (18:07:37.10)
You may drink another healing elixir.(18:07:37.11)
H:250 M:314 E:1296 W:1560 <eb db> (18:07:37.12)goad gurn
Septus turns to face Mercer, eyes glowing ominously. Two radiant arcs of white lightning dart forth
from them, enveloping Mercer who screams and slowly dies as he is burned alive.(18:07:37.43)
Septus has slain Mercer.(18:07:37.44)
Gurn's been the Rodney Dangerfield of magick for like six years
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created
You probably were, as Khizan said afterwards, goad makes you attack random people in the room. You were unlucky enough to hit Septus.
Balance Taken: 67.70s
Apparently when you type harvest all plants from terrarium instead of harvest all nightshade, you can be cleaved 4 times or so.