Charge Faceoff
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:15 pm
Thought this should almost go in the humor forum but still. First time Ive seen two people let charges go through:
In the Stables
In the stables, the smell of muck and horse droppings in prevalent and bits of
hay litter the ground. A stable hand is mucking out the stables while another
one is in the corner smoking some Tabbac and look around guiltily. A large
pile of hay rests against the eastern wall, fodder for visiting horses.
[ Exits: s w ]
The corpse of a veteran shienaran soldier is lying here. [2]
a black warhorse is standing here, being ridden by you.
*Laetha* is standing here.
*Akrabbim* is standing here.
A tall white stallion is standing here.
A tall white stallion is standing here.
A tall white stallion is standing here.
Kicking the dirt, a rough gray stallion waits here, ready to move.
Kicking the dirt, a rough gray stallion waits here, ready to move.
A stable boy stands here grooming a horse.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
You begin charging towards Laetha.
Akrabbim begins charging towards you.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
= % = -
* z
You CHARGE *Laetha*, who doesn't get the opportunity to see her body get torn in half.
*Laetha* grimaces in pain.
You receive some experience points!
Your fame around the world has increased.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Laetha*'s death cry.
*Laetha* is dead! R.I.P.
*Akrabbim* SKEWERS you right through your middle!
That really did HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
Durge narrates, 'I think he knows that'
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
Pitch narrates, 'should I go to ds so you can take your trangressions out on me?
'
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
narr ROFL
f
You do the best you can!
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
You narrate, 'ROFL'
In the Stables
In the stables, the smell of muck and horse droppings in prevalent and bits of
hay litter the ground. A stable hand is mucking out the stables while another
one is in the corner smoking some Tabbac and look around guiltily. A large
pile of hay rests against the eastern wall, fodder for visiting horses.
[ Exits: s w ]
The corpse of a veteran shienaran soldier is lying here. [2]
a black warhorse is standing here, being ridden by you.
*Laetha* is standing here.
*Akrabbim* is standing here.
A tall white stallion is standing here.
A tall white stallion is standing here.
A tall white stallion is standing here.
Kicking the dirt, a rough gray stallion waits here, ready to move.
Kicking the dirt, a rough gray stallion waits here, ready to move.
A stable boy stands here grooming a horse.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
You begin charging towards Laetha.
Akrabbim begins charging towards you.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
= % = -
* z
You CHARGE *Laetha*, who doesn't get the opportunity to see her body get torn in half.
*Laetha* grimaces in pain.
You receive some experience points!
Your fame around the world has increased.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Laetha*'s death cry.
*Laetha* is dead! R.I.P.
*Akrabbim* SKEWERS you right through your middle!
That really did HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
Durge narrates, 'I think he knows that'
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
Pitch narrates, 'should I go to ds so you can take your trangressions out on me?
'HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
narr ROFL
f
You do the best you can!
HP:Beaten MV:Fresh - Akrabbim: Hurt>
You narrate, 'ROFL'