HP:Wounded MV:Good >
Captain's Quarters
The room emits a stench fouler then anything imaginable. It seems tutorage
Murash has added a personal touch to his chamber. A body stands chained to the
wall, mutilated and tortured beyond recognition. His bloodstained sword hangs
just within reach in case of an incompetent trolloc. A few corpses lie fresh
in the corner giving you the feeling he's not a fade you want to anger.
You notice a SIGN hanging over the door.
[ Exits: s ]
*Crunch* is standing here.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
Wearing a hood blacker than black stands Murash, the brutal myrddraal of the Southern Keep.
A menacing, maniacal looking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
HP:Wounded MV:Good >
You try to slash *Crunch*'s legs, but miss.
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
* Crunch closes the irondoor.
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
- *Crunch* tries to maul your legs, but misses.
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
% -
* Your bash at *Crunch* sends him sprawling!
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
A large iron-clad trolloc assists *Crunch*.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
Murash smites your arms very hard.
A menacing door guard assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A menacing door guard barely pounds your body.
Murash smites your hands very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your waist very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc barely thrashes your body.
A large iron-clad trolloc barely thrashes your body.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
You try to slash *Crunch*'s hands, but miss.
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
open irondoor
You open the irondoor.
HP:Wounded MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
f
A menacing door guard pounds your legs.
Murash smites your head very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc barely thrashes your body.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your arms.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your feet, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You slash *Crunch*'s body.
HP:Battered MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
You panic and attempt to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
Crunch closes the irondoor.
HP:Battered MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
0
A menacing door guard pounds your feet.
Murash smites your head extremely hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your head hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your feet.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Beaten MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
HP:Beaten MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
* - % - A menacing door guard pounds your arms.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Murash tries to smite your hands, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc barely thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your arms.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Critical MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
*Crunch* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Critical MV:Good - Crunch: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your shoulders hard.
You are incapacitated an will slowly die, if not aided.
Murash smites your legs into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Ugh! You lost a level!
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate
And he had 8 hps.. Parried two hits in abs!
Why you never hit Murash!
Re: Why you never hit Murash!
hehe
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh >
Captain's Quarters
The room emits a stench fouler then anything imaginable. It seems tutorage
Murash has added a personal touch to his chamber. A body stands chained to the
wall, mutilated and tortured beyond recognition. His bloodstained sword hangs
just within reach in case of an incompetent trolloc. A few corpses lie fresh
in the corner giving you the feeling he's not a fade you want to anger.
You notice a SIGN hanging over the door.
[ Exits: s ]
A black warhorse is standing here, being ridden by you.
*Angyr* is resting here.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
Wearing a hood blacker than black stands Murash, the brutal myrddraal of the Southern Keep.
A menacing, maniacal looking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh >
You strike *Angyr*'s head hard.
*Angyr* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - Angyr: Incapacitated>
You begin channeling the appropriate flows...
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - Angyr: Incapacitated>
= *Angyr* misses a kick at your groin, you breathe lighter now...
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - Angyr: Critical>
= + Okay.
Your flames surround *Angyr* and then disappear, leaving a crispy corpse behind.
You receive some experience points!
Your fame around the world has increased.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Angyr*'s death cry.
*Angyr* is dead! R.I.P.
You have a running streak of two kills!
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh >
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your legs, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your waist, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your head very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A menacing door guard pounds your legs very hard.
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Healthy>
s
No way! You're fighting for your life!
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Healthy>
A menacing door guard pounds your arms hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands extremely hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your legs, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your feet very hard.
You strike a large iron-clad trolloc's legs.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your feet very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Beaten SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Scratched>
f
A beam of white light blasts forth from an ancient cuendillar artifact, hitting a large iron-clad trolloc!
You panic and attempt to flee!
HP:Beaten SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Scratched>
A menacing door guard pounds your hands very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your feet, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your arms, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very hard.
You're stunned, but will probably regain consciousness again.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
You're stunned, but will probably regain consciousness again.
HP:Stunned SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Scratched>
Murash smites your shoulders into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You feel the taint slowly fade away.
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh >
Captain's Quarters
The room emits a stench fouler then anything imaginable. It seems tutorage
Murash has added a personal touch to his chamber. A body stands chained to the
wall, mutilated and tortured beyond recognition. His bloodstained sword hangs
just within reach in case of an incompetent trolloc. A few corpses lie fresh
in the corner giving you the feeling he's not a fade you want to anger.
You notice a SIGN hanging over the door.
[ Exits: s ]
A black warhorse is standing here, being ridden by you.
*Angyr* is resting here.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
Wearing a hood blacker than black stands Murash, the brutal myrddraal of the Southern Keep.
A menacing, maniacal looking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh >
You strike *Angyr*'s head hard.
*Angyr* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - Angyr: Incapacitated>
You begin channeling the appropriate flows...
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - Angyr: Incapacitated>
= *Angyr* misses a kick at your groin, you breathe lighter now...
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - Angyr: Critical>
= + Okay.
Your flames surround *Angyr* and then disappear, leaving a crispy corpse behind.
You receive some experience points!
Your fame around the world has increased.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Angyr*'s death cry.
*Angyr* is dead! R.I.P.
You have a running streak of two kills!
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh >
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your legs, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your waist, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your head very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A menacing door guard pounds your legs very hard.
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Healthy>
s
No way! You're fighting for your life!
HP:Wounded SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Healthy>
A menacing door guard pounds your arms hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands extremely hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your legs, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your feet very hard.
You strike a large iron-clad trolloc's legs.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your feet very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
HP:Beaten SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Scratched>
f
A beam of white light blasts forth from an ancient cuendillar artifact, hitting a large iron-clad trolloc!
You panic and attempt to flee!
HP:Beaten SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Scratched>
A menacing door guard pounds your hands very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your feet, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your arms, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very hard.
You're stunned, but will probably regain consciousness again.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
You're stunned, but will probably regain consciousness again.
HP:Stunned SP:Flickering MV:Fresh - a large iron-clad trolloc: Scratched>
Murash smites your shoulders into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You feel the taint slowly fade away.
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate