Koradin's Patrols
Koradin's Patrols
Currently they are not leaving the zone they spawn in.
The trolloc patrols started moving later on last night, its possible someone online at the time found a !mob room keeping them from moving and dealt with it.
I do think both do entirely too much damage. I ran into a couple human patrols stacks and took about 320 hps of damage practically before I knew what hit me
I do think both do entirely too much damage. I ran into a couple human patrols stacks and took about 320 hps of damage practically before I knew what hit me
Deep in the Blighted Forest
Disgusting trees oozing puss wrap around each other almost entirely blocking
passage. Massive razor sharp thorns jut out of many of the twisted branches.
Sickly colored leaves seem to bleed as a dark liquid drips to the ground below.
Black moss surrounds the trees, thin and sharp like a multitude of needles.
To the north a ruined city gate can be seen towering over the blighted trees.
[ Exits: n e s w ]
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving north.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
HP:Battered MV:Excellent >
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Outside a Massive Gate
A massive gate built of human skulls rises up three spans into the air. Walls
of poorly cut stone, stuck together with mud from the steaming swamp, lead off
to the east and west before turning to surround the city behind them. The
forest attatches itself to the walls, sickly yellow vines climbing half way up.
Meanwhile, the area ahead of the gate has been cleared by trolloc clansmen.
[ Exits: n e s w ]
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
You see very recent tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
You see fairly recent tracks of a trolloc leaving east.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Happened while I exped for 10 mins
Disgusting trees oozing puss wrap around each other almost entirely blocking
passage. Massive razor sharp thorns jut out of many of the twisted branches.
Sickly colored leaves seem to bleed as a dark liquid drips to the ground below.
Black moss surrounds the trees, thin and sharp like a multitude of needles.
To the north a ruined city gate can be seen towering over the blighted trees.
[ Exits: n e s w ]
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving north.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
Growling with hate, a trolloc scout leads his minions nearby.
HP:Battered MV:Excellent >
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Outside a Massive Gate
A massive gate built of human skulls rises up three spans into the air. Walls
of poorly cut stone, stuck together with mud from the steaming swamp, lead off
to the east and west before turning to surround the city behind them. The
forest attatches itself to the walls, sickly yellow vines climbing half way up.
Meanwhile, the area ahead of the gate has been cleared by trolloc clansmen.
[ Exits: n e s w ]
You see fresh tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
You see very recent tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
You see fairly recent tracks of a trolloc leaving east.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
A massive trolloc covered in a spiked carapace guards the way.
Happened while I exped for 10 mins
oad to Fal Dara
As you move along down the dusty road to Fal Dara, you notice that there is a
smalle glade to the north of you. To the north-east Tarwin's Gap awaits you
soon. The heat from the sun makes you drys your tounge quickly. But it seldom
rains on this long and dusty road. The sun is beating down on you, makes you
weary and confused. You look around to see if there might be a place for you
to stop, and get a nice drink of water.
[ Exits: n e w ]
You see fresh tracks of Malaki leaving east.
You see almost fresh tracks of Chase leaving west.
You see two days old tracks of Chase leaving west.
You see two days old tracks of Marlb leaving east.
You see two days old tracks of Chase leaving east.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining >
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An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your arms.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your head.
A stone-faced battle commander barely slashes your body.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your head.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your feet hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your hands.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your hands.
A stone-faced battle commander tickles your body as it slashes you.
A stone-faced battle commander barely slashes your body.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your arms.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol barely slashes your body.
A stone-faced battle commander barely slashes your body.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your shoulders hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet hard.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your hands.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your shoulders.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your head hard.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your arms.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your hands.
You smite an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol's arms hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your waist.
HP:Battered MV:Draining - an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol: Scratched>
No way! You're fighting for your life!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol: Scratched>
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That's in full abs too. Koradin i appreciate your work but i just don't like more mobs in pk zones in general, let alone buggy ones.
As you move along down the dusty road to Fal Dara, you notice that there is a
smalle glade to the north of you. To the north-east Tarwin's Gap awaits you
soon. The heat from the sun makes you drys your tounge quickly. But it seldom
rains on this long and dusty road. The sun is beating down on you, makes you
weary and confused. You look around to see if there might be a place for you
to stop, and get a nice drink of water.
[ Exits: n e w ]
You see fresh tracks of Malaki leaving east.
You see almost fresh tracks of Chase leaving west.
You see two days old tracks of Chase leaving west.
You see two days old tracks of Marlb leaving east.
You see two days old tracks of Chase leaving east.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining >
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An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your arms.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your head.
A stone-faced battle commander barely slashes your body.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your head.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your feet hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your hands.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your hands.
A stone-faced battle commander tickles your body as it slashes you.
A stone-faced battle commander barely slashes your body.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your arms.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol barely slashes your body.
A stone-faced battle commander barely slashes your body.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your shoulders hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet hard.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your hands.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your shoulders.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your head hard.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your arms.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your hands.
You smite an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol's arms hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your waist.
HP:Battered MV:Draining - an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol: Scratched>
No way! You're fighting for your life!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol: Scratched>
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That's in full abs too. Koradin i appreciate your work but i just don't like more mobs in pk zones in general, let alone buggy ones.
Ruined some PK...
Road to Fal Dara
As you move along down the dusty road to Fal Dara, you notice that there is a
smalle glade to the north of you. To the north-east Tarwin's Gap awaits you
soon. The heat from the sun makes you drys your tounge quickly. But it seldom
rains on this long and dusty road. The sun is beating down on you, makes you
weary and confused. You look around to see if there might be a place for you
to stop, and get a nice drink of water.
[ Exits: n e w ]
The corpse of Zrog is lying here.
A full helm with visor has been dropped here.
A cloak of earthtones blends into the ground here.
A light-weight looking breastplate supported by ringmail lies here with red etchings running along it.
A pair of heavy steel pauldrons lie here.
Some armguards lie here, shimmering in the light.
A steel plated belt is coiled here.
A pair of gauntlets lie shimmering here.
An intimidating weapon, consisting of a wide head attached to a wooden pole, awaits a new owner here.
An oddly shaped pair of greaves lie here.
A pair of boots made of dark metal seem to blacken the ground.
A small brass lantern is setting here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
HP:Wounded MV:Faint >
They don't seem to be here.
HP:Wounded MV:Faint >
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your arms, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your body, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your head, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your legs, but you parry the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your head extremely hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your legs, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your arms very hard.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your waist extremely hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your legs, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your feet, but you parry the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your shoulders very hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs very hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your hands, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your arms extremely hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your hands, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your hands extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your body, but you parry the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander tries to slash your body, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your body extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your body very hard.
You are mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
You briefly feel the sensation of flight as an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slices your head cleanly off!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Shadows
Road to Fal Dara
As you move along down the dusty road to Fal Dara, you notice that there is a
smalle glade to the north of you. To the north-east Tarwin's Gap awaits you
soon. The heat from the sun makes you drys your tounge quickly. But it seldom
rains on this long and dusty road. The sun is beating down on you, makes you
weary and confused. You look around to see if there might be a place for you
to stop, and get a nice drink of water.
[ Exits: n e w ]
The corpse of Zrog is lying here.
A full helm with visor has been dropped here.
A cloak of earthtones blends into the ground here.
A light-weight looking breastplate supported by ringmail lies here with red etchings running along it.
A pair of heavy steel pauldrons lie here.
Some armguards lie here, shimmering in the light.
A steel plated belt is coiled here.
A pair of gauntlets lie shimmering here.
An intimidating weapon, consisting of a wide head attached to a wooden pole, awaits a new owner here.
An oddly shaped pair of greaves lie here.
A pair of boots made of dark metal seem to blacken the ground.
A small brass lantern is setting here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
Swinging his sword in practice, an elite soldier stands here.
A battle commander marches past, leading a rugged patrol.
HP:Wounded MV:Faint >
They don't seem to be here.
HP:Wounded MV:Faint >
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your arms, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your body, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your head, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your legs, but you parry the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your head extremely hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your legs, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your arms very hard.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your waist extremely hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your legs, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your feet, but you parry the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your shoulders very hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs very hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your hands, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your arms extremely hard.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your hands, but you dodge the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your arms, but you dodge the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your hands extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your feet very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol tries to slash your body, but you parry the attack.
A stone-faced battle commander tries to slash your body, but you parry the attack.
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your body extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A stone-faced battle commander slashes your body very hard.
You are mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
You briefly feel the sensation of flight as an elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slices your head cleanly off!
An elite swordsman of the Border Patrol slashes your legs into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Shadows