Super-sensitivity thundering warshout on massive bleeding.
Amusingly, doing that much damage was actually beneficial for your team in this case. You were at 113 health when the combo started, and strike+bash did 102 damage, which means that I did 1000 damage in overkill... and dealt myself 278 damage on your distortion.
H:685/700 M:435/480 B:1 <eb pp> <db> K:0 R:30 You rub some strychnine on a mercurial longsword. Gripping a mercurial longsword firmly, you advance towards Eldreth and strike him with a mighty blow. Your attack causes Eldreth to glow a vibrant violet, and a lash of energy whips back at you. Damage Taken: 17 unblockable (raw damage: 15) Balance Taken: 5.15s You drive a lunar shield into Eldreth's body in a violent bash that leaves him reeling. Your attack causes Eldreth to glow a vibrant violet, and a lash of energy whips back at you. Damage Taken: 10 unblockable (raw damage: 9) Sensing Eldreth's weakness you press on, inflicting a violent blow that leaves him vulnerable. Balance Taken: 4.70s Banging your weapons loudly, you let out several sharp yells at Eldreth. The resulting cacophony of noises inflicts a sharp pain upon him as his weakened veins burst open. Your thundering voice enhances the damage greatly. You gain 10,000 faith for killing Eldreth. You have slain Eldreth. You gain a blood commodity from your efforts. You put 540,480 xp towards a drop of blood. You need 103,310 more for the next comm. You gain 2,702 faith. A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Eldreth in a nimbus of white light. Your attack causes Eldreth to glow a vibrant violet, and a lash of energy whips back at you. Damage Taken: 278 unblockable (raw damage: 252) Balance Taken: 5.60s Your berserking rage leaves you. You must regain balance first. H:379/700 M:426/480 B:1 <e- pp> <db> K:0 R:0
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
The Dean of Celidon says, "Runeguards are the Knights of Magick. They use their weapons and shields to protect themselves, and their loved ones. Is there a certain skill you wish to learn about?"
Your surroundings are momentarily illuminated by a myriad of colors as a rapidly swirling vortex erupts into the room. <--- WTF is this? Too busy typing and no highlights to warn me of my impending idiocy.
You yell, "Please, a 3v1 and you can't even block my escape route? Is taunting all you can do?" <--- Ogre.
From nowhere, a vortex of brilliant colours appears and engulfs you, dragging you through the ether to Wysrias. <--- Gg, got rekt.
There are 2 flame-shaped sigils here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A small barracks has been constructed here. Trenches have been dug at this location, surrounded by dangerously gleaming barbed wires.
You see exits leading southeast (closed door), south, and northwest.
The high pitched noise of thick, sharp claws continuously scraping against a hard surface mingles with the keening of a woman as it reaches you.
00:42:31.498 You quickdraw a gray-bladed axe named Pithy, an ornately wrought tablet. 00:42:31.499 Your battleaxe momentum is not sufficient to enter that stance. 00:42:31.501 You rub some ciguatoxin on a gray-bladed axe named Pithy. 00:42:31.502 You reave Seraphyne furiously with a gray-bladed axe named Pithy. 00:42:31.503 Seraphyne appears terrified as her muscles seem to become difficult to control. 00:42:31.513 You rub some atropine on a gray-bladed axe named Pithy. 00:42:31.528 You reave Seraphyne furiously with a gray-bladed axe named Pithy. 00:42:31.530 The weapon releases a wave of magick at Seraphyne. 00:42:31.541 Balance Taken: 3.98s 00:42:31.543 You concentrate on the eihwaz rune on an ornately wrought tablet, and its searing image suddenly 00:42:31.543 flares on Seraphyne's skin. 00:42:31.544 Equilibrium Taken: 2.75s 00:42:31.545 Seraphyne's condition stands at 404/637 health and 694/700 mana. 00:42:31.546 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+3) e- 00:42:31.757 You take a long drag off your pipe, filling your lungs with linseed smoke. 00:42:31.758 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+3) e- 00:42:31.768 Seraphyne takes a drink from an elegant diamond vial. 00:42:31.784 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+3) e- 00:42:31.793 Seraphyne quickly eats a maidenhair leaf. 00:42:31.808 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+2) e- 00:42:31.994 (Core): You say, "Seraphyne H: 404 (63.42%) M: 694 (99.14%)" 00:42:31.996 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+2) e- 00:42:32.004 A look of extreme focus crosses the face of Seraphyne.
(Ring): @Aakrin says, "Catching up on two weeks of facebook is basically impossible." (Ring): Aakrin says, "Maybe I'll just cliff note it for myself." (Ring): Aakrin says, "My sister is a facebook whore." (Ring): Aakrin says, "Vote for bernie." (Ring): Aakrin says, "There, all caught up." (Ring): You say, "Looool."
You say, "This is much harder than just being a normal person."
(Ring): Khizan says, "I'm a rebounding bypass guy!" Khizan's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. The thrill of battle burning in his eyes, Khizan advances towards Jules and slashes her with a mercurial broadsword. The attack rebounds back onto Khizan! Khizan takes a long drag off his pipe, exhaling a thick, white haze. Your icewyrm informs you that Khizan has bled 4 health. (Ring): Khizan says, "Um." (Ring): Khizan says, "Sometimes."
Slightly off topic, as it is not an Imperian-related quote, but I awoke this morning with this Robert Frost poem in my head, and wanted to share it with you all. It's one of my favorites, and always comes up this time of year.
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Super-sensitivity thundering warshout on massive bleeding.
Amusingly, doing that much damage was actually beneficial for your team in this case. You were at 113 health when the combo started, and strike+bash did 102 damage, which means that I did 1000 damage in overkill... and dealt myself 278 damage on your distortion.
H:685/700 M:435/480 B:1 <eb pp> <db> K:0 R:30
You rub some strychnine on a mercurial longsword.
Gripping a mercurial longsword firmly, you advance towards Eldreth and strike him with a mighty blow.
Your attack causes Eldreth to glow a vibrant violet, and a lash of energy whips back at you.
Damage Taken: 17 unblockable (raw damage: 15)
Balance Taken: 5.15s
You drive a lunar shield into Eldreth's body in a violent bash that leaves him reeling.
Your attack causes Eldreth to glow a vibrant violet, and a lash of energy whips back at you.
Damage Taken: 10 unblockable (raw damage: 9)
Sensing Eldreth's weakness you press on, inflicting a violent blow that leaves him vulnerable.
Balance Taken: 4.70s
Banging your weapons loudly, you let out several sharp yells at Eldreth. The resulting cacophony of noises inflicts a sharp pain upon him as his weakened veins burst open.
Your thundering voice enhances the damage greatly.
You gain 10,000 faith for killing Eldreth.
You have slain Eldreth.
You gain a blood commodity from your efforts.
You put 540,480 xp towards a drop of blood. You need 103,310 more for the next comm.
You gain 2,702 faith.
A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Eldreth in a nimbus of white light.
Your attack causes Eldreth to glow a vibrant violet, and a lash of energy whips back at you.
Damage Taken: 278 unblockable (raw damage: 252)
Balance Taken: 5.60s
Your berserking rage leaves you.
You must regain balance first.
H:379/700 M:426/480 B:1 <e- pp> <db> K:0 R:0
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
00:42:31.499 Your battleaxe momentum is not sufficient to enter that stance.
00:42:31.501 You rub some ciguatoxin on a gray-bladed axe named Pithy.
00:42:31.502 You reave Seraphyne furiously with a gray-bladed axe named Pithy.
00:42:31.503 Seraphyne appears terrified as her muscles seem to become difficult to control.
00:42:31.513 You rub some atropine on a gray-bladed axe named Pithy.
00:42:31.528 You reave Seraphyne furiously with a gray-bladed axe named Pithy.
00:42:31.530 The weapon releases a wave of magick at Seraphyne.
00:42:31.541 Balance Taken: 3.98s
00:42:31.543 You concentrate on the eihwaz rune on an ornately wrought tablet, and its searing image suddenly
00:42:31.543 flares on Seraphyne's skin.
00:42:31.544 Equilibrium Taken: 2.75s
00:42:31.545 Seraphyne's condition stands at 404/637 health and 694/700 mana.
00:42:31.546 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+3) e-
00:42:31.757 You take a long drag off your pipe, filling your lungs with linseed smoke.
00:42:31.758 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+3) e-
00:42:31.768 Seraphyne takes a drink from an elegant diamond vial.
00:42:31.784 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+3) e-
00:42:31.793 Seraphyne quickly eats a maidenhair leaf.
00:42:31.808 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+2) e-
00:42:31.994 (Core): You say, "Seraphyne H: 404 (63.42%) M: 694 (99.14%)"
00:42:31.996 669[100] 459[95] -- db 0 0 78.62 0 0 0 [m]: 0 (, ) (+2) e-
00:42:32.004 A look of extreme focus crosses the face of Seraphyne.
Sir, you better back off right now.
...
I am
(2015/10/06 08:42) Lartus: "Seeking information on Iniar."
(2015/10/06 08:43) Arakis: "Which one?"
I thought I was seeing double for a minute there.
(Ring): Aakrin says, "Maybe I'll just cliff note it for myself."
(Ring): Aakrin says, "My sister is a facebook whore."
(Ring): Aakrin says, "Vote for bernie."
(Ring): Aakrin says, "There, all caught up."
(Ring): You say, "Looool."
It never ends...
(Ring): Zaskera says, "Wooooooo."
(Ring): Zaskera says, "My armor was approved."
(Ring): You say, "Wooooo."
(Ring): You say, "Show."
(Ring): You say, "Show."
(Ring): Zaskera says, "I have a set of pink fullplate with a butterfly on it."
(Ring): You say, "Ihu."
(Ring): You say, "Diaf."
(Ring): Zaskera says, "<3."
(Ring): You say, "<3."
(Ring): Zaskera says, "I wanted this before I knew seraphyne had pink anything, btw."
(Ring): Zaskera says, "Its prettyy."
(Ring): Zcephonie says, "You all act like Seraphyne has a patent on the color pink."
(Ring): Zcephonie says, "Hehe."
Demonic ->
Anti-magick ->
Magick ->
Sergeant Lartus, Bearer of the Pentagram says, "By Septus, she is thrice my age."
The best God we've got to use as a curse.
Septus says, "I'll do it."
Septus says, "I will!"
Septus tosses a fluffy white bunny to a hulking velociraptor, and he catches it nimbly.
Khizan's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
The thrill of battle burning in his eyes, Khizan advances towards Jules and slashes her with a mercurial broadsword.
The attack rebounds back onto Khizan!
Khizan takes a long drag off his pipe, exhaling a thick, white haze.
Your icewyrm informs you that Khizan has bled 4 health.
(Ring): Khizan says, "Um."
(Ring): Khizan says, "Sometimes."