Deaths

March 1999

One day, when getting a bit too excited during a hunt on the top of Bonespear Tower (this was back during the time when the death messsage would display before you actually died):

J>jump

* Danay just bit the dust!

You throw yourself off the tower...

You scream in horror as you fall head first towards the rusted iron gate and ruined courtyard below. The last thing that goes through your mind before you collide with the ground, is how really stupid this was.

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

...departing in 10 mins...

[Ruined Courtyard]
The rusted iron gate placed here long ago outlived its usefulness. The hinges are shattered, and if there was ever a lock, it is nowhere to be seen. There are no obstacles to keep invaders from the monstrous tower, save for a lack of courage.
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest.
DEAD>

8/22/04 - When making a rather feeble attempt at cash hunting:

[Calelith Villa, Upper Hall]
Tarnished silver wall sconces flank a window on the northern wall. Moonlight filters through the jagged, broken glass of the window, illuminating the hall. Doorways stand open to the east and west.
You also see a forest trali.
Obvious exits: east, south, west

You gesture.
An unseen force envelopes you, restricting all movement.

Smooth move!

A forest trali slings a long, hollow reed from over his shoulder and raises one end to his lips. He points the other end toward you and exhales sharply!
A forest trali shoots a tiny dart at you!
AS: +284 vs DS: +228 with AvD: +20 + d100 roll: +89 = +165
... and hits for 3 points of damage!
Talk about a close shave! That was too close.
You feel a fierce poison coursing through your veins!
As quickly as he drew it, the trali slings his blowgun back over his shoulder.

hea
You have minor bruises about the head.
Maximum Health Points: 156
Remaining Health Points: 144
You are feeling pretty good.

Poisoned! Taking 20 damage per round. Dissipating 3 per round.

prep 114
You don't seem to be able to move to do that.

Lots of trali attacks nicking me here.

s
You don't seem to be able to move to do that.

Several more attacks.

s
You don't seem to be able to move to do that.

A forest trali shaman swings a metal-banded mace at you!
AS: +283 vs DS: +251 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +95 = +169
... and hits for 24 points of damage!
Torn muscle in your right leg!

hea
You have minor bruises about the head, a fractured and bleeding left arm, and some minor cuts and bruises on your right leg.
Bleeding: Area Health per Round
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Left arm 1
Maximum Health Points: 156
Remaining Health Points: 4
You are feeling faint.

Poisoned! Taking 2 damage per round. Dissipating 3 per round.

A forest trali shaman swings a metal-banded mace at you!
AS: +283 vs DS: +250 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +91 = +166
... and hits for 24 points of damage!
Torn muscle in your left leg!

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You realize that you have no outstanding favors which Lorminstra owes you, and without having accomplished a deed for Her, your soul is in danger of vanishing from the land forever!

...departing in 10 mins...

The trali shaman stands victoriously over your corpse and utters an eerie prayer.

DEAD>

* Danay just bit the dust!

DEAD>

A forest trali shaman points at a forest trali and grumbles, "Usk exkre uskr skalz ni praa wia zris...", points at you, contorts her face harshly and haltingly utters, "Half-Elf". Chuckling to herself, she turns the other way.

A forest trali scoffs at a forest trali shaman and roars, "Gok! Crost pu an exet ma ona!"

The trali shaman scowls and turns away from the forest trali.

DEAD>

A forest trali shaman kneels over your corpse and gathers some blood on her finger. Muttering an eerie chant, she makes some marks on your body with the thickening fluid. After a moment, she stands back up and growls, "Yaux clast axt ehldi matrakt! Mah slom t'kar acext mruul vit yaux pratik o'mahn!"

DEAD> A forest trali savagely kicks your corpse!

DEAD> A forest trali tramps west.

DEAD> A forest trali shaman skulks into the area.

DEAD> A forest trali shaman savagely kicks your corpse!

Time passes slowly as my poor corpse is abused...

You find yourself wandering amidst endless streaming light and vast nothingness. This place feels torn between two powers, polar opposites vying for your loyalty. You are surrounded by the spirits of those who could not choose. The only way out seems to be through light or darkness.

Time has no meaning as you wander aimlessly amidst the uncomfortable tugging for your attention. Hopelessness washes over dreams you once held like the creeping tide of doom.

After what could be moments, or perhaps an eternity, the goddess Lorminstra finds you wandering in the endless space and speaks soothingly to you. She gently reassembles the pieces of your tattered soul and then, taking you by the hand, the goddess leads you back to mortality...

[Hall of Patrons, Rotunda]
Eight arches supported by gold-veined marble columns encircle this large rotunda. A forged chandelier hangs suspended from the lofty, domed ceiling, illuminating the room. Six pedestals form a small circle beneath the chandelier, in the center of the rotunda.
Obvious exits: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest

So....maybe cash hunting isn't really my strong point...

7/19/03

Jantalar had occupied the Landing and the Mandis Crystal was preventing all magic. I was just trying to run through town to a safe spot when I spied poor Brinn.

>[Wehnimer's, Cheridin Ave.]
The broad avenue intersects here with the narrower byway connecting to the bazaar to the west, where occasional sounds of distant revelry rise from the lamplit streets. Older wood and stone buildings, mostly small shops and offices with upstairs lodgings overlooking the street, predominate here. You also see a Jantalarian swordsman, a Jantalarian swordsman, some acantha leaf and some ambrominas leaf.
Also here: the body of Brinn who is lying down
Obvious paths: north, south, west

> Babbling again, eh?

> A Jantalarian knight-champion strides in, her mattock at the ready!

You say, "Uhhh..."

You hear the faint thoughts of Starsnuffer echo in your mind: "people will be alive soon, they can't be lifekept so they will rot"

>You ask, "No lifekeep aye?"

> A Jantalarian knight-champion swings a feras mattock at you!
AS: +725 vs DS: +380 with AvD: +48 + d100 roll: +38 = +431
... and hits for 174 points of damage!
Incredible blast shatters your head into a red spray.

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

...departing in 10 mins...

A Jantalarian knight-champion shouts exultantly, "Fie on thee, foul elf! For Jantalar!"

* Danay just bit the dust!

DEAD>You say, "Er..."

DEAD>You say, "Well..."

Yup, I rotted.

1/29/02 - Sometimes absolutely nothing goes right.

A black forest ogre waves his elongated, clawed hands at you!
A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.
The wind knocks you off your balance and you fall over.
Your arms are forced down to your sides!
Roundtime: 12 sec.
A massive black boar is knocked over by the wind.
The wind scatters the cloud.
The wind then subsides.

PR>sear og...wait 5 seconds.

PR>A black forest viper rises up and spits a glob of disgusting white spittle directly at your eyes! You twist to avoid the venomous spittle, but your action comes a moment too late. While some of the vile fluid is deflected by your armor, much of it strikes you squarely in the face! Your hands instinctively rise to wipe the spit away as a painful burning sensation explodes in your eyes.
... 10 points of damage!
Acid splash near the eye causes blisters that almost swell it shut!
You are stunned for 3 rounds!
You feel a fierce poison coursing through your veins!
Roundtime: 6 sec.

stance def!You are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.
stance def

!PSpR>A black forest viper's fangs glisten as it tries to bite you!
AS: +464 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +58 = +157
... and hits for 15 points of damage!
Blow leaves an imprint on your chest!

A black forest ogre forms mystical patterns with his clawed hands and mutters some unintelligible sounds as his eyes flash with crimson fire.

!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance def You are still stunned.

A black forest viper's fangs glisten as it tries to bite you!
AS: +494 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +89 = +218
... and hits for 31 points of damage!
Grazing blow to your stomach.

A black forest viper rises up and spits a glob of disgusting white spittle directly at your eyes! You twist to avoid the venomous spittle, but your action comes a moment too late. While some of the vile fluid is deflected by your armor, much of it strikes you squarely in the face! Your hands instinctively rise to wipe the spit away as a painful burning sensation explodes in your eyes.
... 1 point of damage!
Drop of acid gets in your eye! Better flush it out.
You feel a fierce poison coursing through your veins!
Roundtime: 6 sec.

!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.

A black forest viper's fangs glisten as it tries to bite you!
AS: +464 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +52 = +151
... and hits for 14 points of damage!
Minor puncture to the chest.

!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.

A massive black boar tries to bite you!
AS: +422 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +86 = +144
... and hits for 21 points of damage!
Bones in right arm crack.

!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.
!PSpR>stance defYou are still stunned.

A black forest viper's fangs glisten as it tries to bite you!
AS: +494 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +79 = +208
... and hits for 22 points of damage!
Jarring blow to your back.

A black forest viper's fangs glisten as it tries to bite you!
AS: +444 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +64 = +143
... and hits for 8 points of damage!
Light slash to your abdomen! Barely nicked.
You feel a fierce poison coursing through your veins!

!Pp>stance defYou are now in a defensive stance.
!Pp>stance defYou are now in a defensive stance.
!Pp>stance defYou are now in a defensive stance.
!Pp>stance defYou are now in a defensive stance.
!Pp>stance defYou are now in a defensive stance.

Oh. Heh. Guess I'm not stunned anymore!

!Pp> You stand back up.
Roundtime: 3 sec.

nw
!p>[Dark Forest, Glade]
The trail emerges through the maze of tree trunks into a small glade, edged with shade-tolerant redbud trees and, here and there, a dogwood with its white blossoms that float in the low light like moths. Ferns create a dense, circular carpet beneath the trees, dotted with white blossoms of wild orchids. Birds chirp in a riotous din overhead, hidden by the black leaves of the glade's guard of trees.
Obvious paths: south, southeast.

!p>hea
You have some minor cuts and bruises on your right arm, deep lacerations across your chest, minor cuts and bruises on your abdominal area, minor cuts and bruises on your back, a swollen right eye, and a swollen left eye. You have an old battle scar across your abdominal area.

Bleeding: Area Health per Round
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Chest 8

Maximum Health Points: 143
Remaining Health Points: 24
You are feeling faint.

9 Poisoned! Taking 109 damage per round. Dissipating 8 per round.

OMG!

!p>You put a golvern hilted vultite broadsword in your amazon harness.

!p>You slide a narrow gold ring off your finger.

!p>You slide the ring on your finger. Suddenly your surroundings shift...

[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens]
Although the floating platform is suspended well above the ground below, it overflows with abundant plant life. The edges of the dais are brimming with delicate white queen's lace, dark lavender, fragrant rosemary and a variety of other colorful flora. Thick grass underfoot provides an enticingly peaceful resting spot. A thin silk canopy is suspended above, providing ample shade from the day's brightness. You also see the Falronn disk, some ephlox moss, some torban leaf, some calamia fruit, some basal moss, some wolifrew lichen, some ambrominas leaf, some cactacae spine, some ephlox moss, some pothinir grass, some sovyn clove, a white owl, some haphip root, some ephlox moss, some pothinir grass, some wolifrew lichen, some torban leaf, some sovyn clove, some torban leaf, some haphip root, the Jaedyn disk, some sovyn clove, some sovyn clove, some calamia fruit, some haphip root, some haphip root, some calamia fruit, some aloeas stem, a tincture of ephlox and a richly finished wooden bench with some stuff on it.
Also here: Great Lord Eclesiustionis, Prestius, Jeemaji who is kneeling, Lord Ganimead, Fucoult, Lord Falronn who is lying down, Lord Lyricaen who is lying down, Titus who is lying down, Great Lord Fizzan who is seated, Ossferatu who is kneeling, Valurin, Lord Blaydespell who is lying down, Jaedyn, Warclaidh who is seated
Obvious paths: out.

You feel a little pulse in the ring.

!p> * Danay just bit the dust!

DEAD> It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

...departing in 10 mins...

DEAD>You begin to wail, your spirit lamenting your current state.

DEAD>Prestius blinks.

DEAD>Fucoult gasps.

DEAD>A pained expression crosses Jeemaji's face.

DEAD>Falronn blinks.

DEAD>You say in Elven, "I almost made it."

DEAD>You begin to wail, your spirit lamenting your current state.

Prestius gently rolls your lifeless body over.

DEAD>Fizzan says, "You did make it."

DEAD>Falronn rubs you gently.

DEAD>Fizzan sniffs.

DEAD>Fizzan says, "That was impressive."

DEAD>Fizzan nods.

DEADYou say in Elven, "Not quite the entrance I had in mind."

DEAD>Jeemaji rubs you gently.

DEAD>Prestius says, "That's one very dangerous ring yer usin'"

DEAD>Prestius winks at you.

DEAD>You give a ghostly chuckle.

DEAD>Falronn nods to Prestius.

6/1/07 Teras Invasion - Someone forgot to tell this particular Tsark that we're playing GSIV and not GSIII

[Rolaren Street]
This quiet street is lined with tanik trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. An elderly couple sits quietly on a bench, holding hands and smiling. Nattily-dressed dwarves wander in and out of one small shop. You also see a red tsark, a massive pyrothag that appears to be frozen in place, a lava golem that appears to be frozen in place and a dark stone gate.
Obvious paths: east, west

>cast tsarYou gesture at a red tsark.
CS: +345 - TD: +350 + CvA: +25 + d100: +48 == +68
Warded off!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.

>A red tsark opens its mouth and spews liquid flames at you!
A red tsark hurls a roaring ball of fire at you!
AS: +511 vs DS: +384 with AvD: +45 + d100 roll: +12 = +184
... and hits for 32 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left leg burns skin bright red.
The roaring ball of fire strikes you, blossoming into a much larger sphere of flame upon impact.
... 50 points of damage!
Permanently debilitating burns across stomach.
You are stunned for 8 rounds!

!S>A red tsark tries to bite you!
AS: +493 vs DS: +333 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +49 = +241
... and hits for 51 points of damage!
Feint to your head! Quick flick at your weapon hand! Nasty cut to right hand!

!S>eYou hear the faint thoughts of Rontuu echo in your mind: [General]: "Here ye, here ye. All foul beasts must perish. I hereby decree this order into law."

!S>eYou are still stunned.
!S>You are still stunned.

!S>A red tsark claws at you!
AS: +465 vs DS: +318 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +62 = +240
... and hits for 26 points of damage!
Deft slash across chest draws blood!
You take a deep breath.

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

...departing in 10 mins...

The red tsark flicks its tongue menacingly, as if it is warning any others that dare enter its domain!

DEAD> * Danay just bit the dust!

DEAD>You sigh softly, your ghostly voice a mere breath on the wind.

DEAD>A stout dwarven priestess wanders in, moving slowly.

DEAD>You say, "Hail Sister"

DEAD>You ask, "How about some lifekeep?"

Durn dwarf just ignored me though so I decayed. Hmph!

My First OTF Death

Morgan had been foraging for mustard seeds for a bounty task. She's in her mid 80's and I'm level 75.

J>Morgannia says, in Elven, "We shall make our way back."

J>Morgannia's group just went east.
[Tiny Cottage, Back Garden]
This well tended garden in the back of the tiny cottage seems to specialize in herbs both medicinal and culinary. Red clay paving stones provide a way to navigate through the garden without crushing any of the carefully nurtured plants and a high stone wall protects the plants from marauding intruders from the surrounding woods. A heavy oak door provides entrance into the cottage and a brick-lined footpath circles around the building to the east and the west.
Also here: Morgannia
Obvious paths: east, west

J>You ask, in Elven, "Do you not think we should thin out the gremlocks and liches first?"

J>You grin at Morgannia.

J>Morgannia grins.

J>Morgannia says, in Elven, "We can a bit."

This was me being kinda cocky because my first trip with Morgan guiding to OTF the previous night had resulted in no close calls and I found I could deal with the gremlocks okay.

J>Morgannia's group just went north.
[Old Ta'Faendryl, West Woods]
Faint footprints have beaten the grasses here, leaving a faint trail to the southeast where a small clearing is visible. An opening in the trees allows passage to the north, leading off into the depths of the woods. You also see a lich qyn'arj.
Also here: Morgannia
Obvious paths: northeast, south

J>assess qy
J>The lich qyn'arj is medium in size and about four feet high in its current state. You would probably be able to take on the qyn'arj, but with some risk to your health.

J>Morgannia channels at a lich qyn'arj.
Morgannia concentrates intently on a lich qyn'arj, and a pulse of pearlescent energy ripples toward it!
CS: +402 - TD: +350 + CvA: +25 + d100: +46 == +123
Warding failed!
The lich qyn'arj shudders with sporadic convulsions as pearlescent ripples envelop its body.
The lich qyn'arj is smashed for 53 points of damage!
... 35 points of damage!
... 35 points of damage!
The lich qyn'arj spasms violently and suddenly goes still, its body turning to stone.
The very powerful look leaves a lich qyn'arj.
The white light leaves a lich qyn'arj.
The deep blue glow leaves a lich qyn'arj.
The dim aura fades from around a lich qyn'arj.
The powerful look leaves a lich qyn'arj.

J>You say, in Elven, "You sure make quick work of them."

J>Morgannia says, in Elven, "When luck is with me."

J>Morgannia grins.

J>You grin.

So far so good!

J>Morgannia's group just went south.
[Old Ta'Faendryl, West Woods]
Visibility along the path becomes is challenging beneath the ancient overgrowth of the woods. Massive trees seem weighted down by the aged and gnarled branches that reach out from their trunks like huge outstretched arms grasping at the blanket of leaves overhead. You also see a lich qyn'arj.
Also here: Morgannia
Obvious paths: north, east

J>The earth trembles and moves, exploding in a shower of dirt and debris as a lich qyn'arj rises into the air!

J>Overcome by the waves of evil emanating from the lich qyn'arj, your arms fall slack at your side and you find yourself unable to move.

That one was kinda scary.

A lich qyn'arj hisses a harsh gutteral phrase.

J>prep 216 You don't seem to be able to move to do that.

J>You regain control of your senses!

J>You glower darkly at a lich qyn'arj.

Yeah, that'll show it!

JR>descr qy
The qyn'arj is a creature of legend, a massive serpent held aloft on brightly colored wings. But the lich qyn'arj before you has been animated by some means. The qyn'arj's body seems to hover there without the need to beat its rotting and mottled wings. Decaying flesh covers its body, but the head is completely skeletal and polished to the fine white of bleached bone. Swirling red pinpoints float where eyes used to be, and dagger sharp teeth can be seen inside its maw.

Scary all right!

Morgan dispatched the liches.

JR>Faint sounds of footsteps can be heard.

JR> J>A gremlock claws at you!
AS: +410 vs DS: +520 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +78 = -1
A clean miss.

J>cast grem
You gesture at a gremlock.
CS: +352 - TD: +296 + CvA: +25 + d100: +42 == +123
Warding failed!
A gremlock appears distracted.

J>You gesture at a gremlock.
CS: +352 - TD: +311 + CvA: +25 + d100: +60 == +126
Warding failed!
A gremlock seems less distracted.
A gremlock suddenly stops all movement.

J>amb grem l leg
The lesser spirits binding the gremlock increase your advantage!
You swing a golvern hilted vultite broadsword at a gremlock!
AS: +368 vs DS: +280 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +9 = +130
... and hit for 14 points of damage!
Slash to the gremlock's left leg hits high! Kinda makes your knees weak, huh?
Roundtime: 6 sec.

J>amb grem l leg
The lesser spirits binding the gremlock increase your advantage!
You swing a golvern hilted vultite broadsword at a gremlock!
AS: +368 vs DS: +271 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +88 = +218
... and hit for 55 points of damage!
Left leg mangled horribly. The gremlock is knocked to the ground!
The gremlock is stunned!
Roundtime: 6 sec.

JR>assess grem
The gremlock is medium in size and about one foot high in her current prone state. You would probably be able to take on the gremlock, but with some risk to your health.

J>amb grem head
The lesser spirits binding the gremlock increase your advantage!
You swing a golvern hilted vultite broadsword at a gremlock!
AS: +368 vs DS: +210 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +92 = +283
... and hit for 75 points of damage!
Skull cracks in several places.
Roundtime: 6 sec.

JR>hide
You attempt to blend with the surroundings and feel confident that no one has noticed your doing so.

HR>amb grem neck
You leap from hiding to attack!
You swing a golvern hilted vultite broadsword at a gremlock!
AS: +368 vs DS: +171 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +52 = +282
... and hit for 80 points of damage!
Vertebrae in neck disintegrate from impact! Neck sinks into shoulders.
A gremlock's eyes roll up as she dies.
Roundtime: 6 sec.

R>You grin.

R>Morgannia lets out a cheer!

No sweat! Right? Not bad for a cleric anyway.

J>Morgannia's group just went west.
[Old Ta'Faendryl, Glory Road]
Two huge marble lions crouch on either side of the road, baleful gazes focused to the east where additional representations of their kind form an honor guard along a line of cracked marble pavement. To the west a pylon formed by a pair of truncated pyramids opens out onto the surrounding forest. You also see a shy woodland spirit that is flying around and an infuriated geyser spirit that is flying around.
Also here: Morgannia
Obvious paths: east, west

J>An Ithzir scout makes no sound as he slips in.

J>Morgannia's group just went west.
[Old Ta'Faendryl, Glory Gate]
A cracked and weathered pylon marks the entrance into the ancient city. The massive stone lintel is fashioned in the image of an eagle. Though stained and worn by wind and weather, the regal bird still beckons all to pass beneath its outspread wings.
Also here: Morgannia
Obvious paths: east, west

J>You gibber incoherently.

My first real sighting of an Ithzir. (Running past on a lightning speed script to the hunting area doesn't count.)

J>Morgannia says, in Elven, "That is not so good."

J>You nod to Morgannia.

J>Morgannia says, in Elven, "I think I can get it."

J>You grin at Morgannia.

J>You exclaim, in Elven, "Try then!"

J>An Ithzir scout fades into view while striking!
An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at Morgannia!
AS: +412 vs DS: +418 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +18 = +45
A clean miss.

J>You exclaim, in Elven, "Aha!"

J>You gesture at an Ithzir scout.
CS: +352 - TD: +298 + CvA: +9 + d100: +49 == +112
Warding failed!
An Ithzir scout appears distracted.

Wow, I got it!

J>Morgannia channels at an Ithzir scout.
Morgannia concentrates intently on an Ithzir scout, and a pulse of pearlescent energy ripples toward him!
CS: +402 - TD: +313 + CvA: +9 + d100: +44 == +142
Warding failed!
The Ithzir scout shudders with sporadic convulsions as pearlescent ripples envelop his body.
The Ithzir scout is crushed for 63 points of damage!
... 50 points of damage!
Massive blow to chest collapses sternum!
The Ithzir scout is stunned!
... 25 points of damage!
Strong blow to right hand breaks it!

J>You swing a golvern hilted vultite broadsword at an Ithzir scout!
The Ithzir scout stumbles dazedly, but manages to block the attack with his grey shield!
Roundtime: 6 sec.

Drat!

JR>Morgannia channels at an Ithzir scout.
Morgannia concentrates intently on an Ithzir scout, and a pulse of pearlescent energy ripples toward him!
CS: +402 - TD: +313 + CvA: +9 + d100: +19 == +117
Warding failed!
The Ithzir scout shudders with sporadic convulsions as pearlescent ripples envelop his body.
The Ithzir scout is smashed for 50 points of damage!
... 30 points of damage!
Hard strike to left leg breaking tendons and bone!
It is knocked to the ground!
... 25 points of damage!
Strong blow breaks neck!
The Ithzir scout vainly struggles to rise, then goes still.
An Ithzir scout seems less distracted.

She got it!

But oh oh, look what walks in. And we didn't walk out...

JR>An Ithzir adept suddenly appears out of nowhere!

JR>A lich qyn'arj arrives on powerful strokes of its rotting wings.

J>Overcome by the waves of evil emanating from the lich qyn'arj, your arms fall slack at your side and you find yourself unable to move.

J>You say, in Elven, "Adept."

J>Morgannia channels at an Ithzir adept. Morgannia concentrates intently on an Ithzir adept, and a pulse of pearlescent energy ripples toward her!
Just as Morgannia channels, the Ithzir adept shimmers and fades away, leaving her gesturing at nothingness!

J>You regain control of your senses!

J>An Ithzir adept fades into view!
An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
CS: +402 - TD: +379 + CvA: +12 + d100: +100 - -5 == +140
Warding failed!
Morgannia's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

I didn't see that happen.

J>You gesture at an Ithzir adept.
CS: +352 - TD: +360 + CvA: +19 + d100: +14 == +25
Warded off! Cast
Roundtime 3 Seconds.
(Forcing stance down to guarded)

Okay, so that's not happening...

J>A lich qyn'arj gestures with rotting mottled wings at you!
CS: +350 - TD: +369 + CvA: -6 + d100: +10 - -5 == -10
Warded off!

J>Morgannia snores quietly.

She what?! Crap!

J>An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
Morgannia is startled from her slumber by the Ithzir adept's attack.

An Ithzir adept hurls a powerful lightning bolt at you!
AS: +379 vs DS: +448 with AvD: +48 + d100 roll: +71 = +50
A clean miss.

An Ithzir adept hurls a powerful lightning bolt at Morgannia!
Morgannia deflects the bolt with her runestaff!

An Ithzir adept hurls a powerful lightning bolt at a lich qyn'arj!
AS: +379 vs DS: +344 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +18 = +92
A clean miss.

J>You poke Morgannia in the ribs.

J>You pull Morgannia to her feet.

J>An Ithzir adept fades into view!
An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
CS: +417 - TD: +379 + CvA: +12 + d100: +39 - -5 == +94
Warded off!
An Ithzir adept's cast misses Morgannia.
Nothing more happens.

J>An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
CS: +402 - TD: +379 + CvA: +12 + d100: +91 - -5 == +131
Warding failed!
An Ithzir adept blasts Morgannia for 44 points of damage.
... 30 points of damage!
Flames cook Morgannia's chest. Looks about medium well.
She is stunned!

J>An Ithzir scout fades into view!
[Roll result: 176 (open d100: 64)]
An Ithzir scout crouches, sweeps a leg at Morgannia and connects!
Morgannia falls to the ground! An Ithzir scout deftly regains her footing.

J>An Ithzir scout fades into view while attempting to strike, but fails to find an opening!

J>An Ithzir adept closes her eyes while incanting an alien phrase.

J>A lich qyn'arj gestures with rotting mottled wings at you!
CS: +350 - TD: +369 + CvA: -6 + d100: +47 - -5 == +27
Warded off!

J>A heavy shudder passes through Morgannia, but she remains helplessly stunned.

J>An Ithzir adept closes her eyes while incanting an alien phrase.

J>An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at Morgannia!
AS: +416 vs DS: +463 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +54 = +40
A clean miss.

J>An Ithzir scout fades into view while attempting to strike, but fails to find an opening!

J>You pull Morgannia to her feet, but she can't stand on her own and falls over!

It was all scrolling so fast now that I had missed that she was stunned first, just saw the sweep.

J>An Ithzir scout chuckles softly, the laugh sounding alien and intriguing at the same time. she nods to an Ithzir scout, speaking in a hollow tone, "Maktath eif lethekka on munarop vasse naan!"
The Ithzir scout cocks her head at Morgannia.
The Ithzir scout nods and smirks.

Everyone's a comedian.

J>l
[Old Ta'Faendryl, Glory Gate]
A cracked and weathered pylon marks the entrance into the ancient city. The massive stone lintel is fashioned in the image of an eagle. Though stained and worn by wind and weather, the regal bird still beckons all to pass beneath its outspread wings. You also see an Ithzir scout, an Ithzir scout, an Ithzir scout, an Ithzir adept, an Ithzir adept, a gleaming steel broadsword, a lich qyn'arj, a shy woodland spirit that is flying around and an infuriated geyser spirit that is flying around.
Also here: a stunned Morgannia who is lying down
Obvious paths: east, west

From here on out everything happened extremely fast and there was tons of scroll.

J>An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.
The wind knocks you off your balance and you fall over.
Your arms are forced down to your sides!
Roundtime: 12 sec.
A lich qyn'arj is buffeted by the great wind!
The wind then subsides.

PJR>An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at you!
AS: +416 vs DS: +318 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +64 = +199
... and hits for 27 points of damage!
Slash to your left leg hits high! Kinda makes your knees weak, huh?

PJR>An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
An Ithzir adept unleashes a bolt of churning air at Morgannia!
AS: +379 vs DS: +382 with AvD: +41 + d100 roll: +95 = +133
... and hits for 17 points of damage!
Stomach strike knocks Morgannia backwards several feet.

PJR>prep 108...wait 10 seconds.

PJR>cast mor...wait 9 seconds.

PJR>An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at Morgannia!
AS: +412 vs DS: +354 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +54 = +145
... and hits for 17 points of damage!
Minor strike to the neck.

PJR>An Ithzir adept closes her eyes while incanting an alien phrase.

PJR>An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at you!
AS: +416 vs DS: +317 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +66 = +202
... and hits for 24 points of damage!
Deft slash across chest draws blood! You take a deep breath.

I finally realize I'm in offensive stance from the Call Wind so switch to trying to change stance.

PJR>An Ithzir scout shimmers and fades from view.

PJR>An Ithzir adept closes her eyes while incanting an alien phrase.

PJR>An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at you!
AS: +416 vs DS: +329 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +19 = +143
... and hits for 11 points of damage!
Broken finger on your right hand!

PJR>stance def

PJR>An Ithzir seer walks in, calmly surveying the surroundings.

PJR>[Roll result: 215 (open d100: 78)]
An Ithzir scout spins quickly behind Morgannia and delivers a well placed kick!
Morgannia appears humiliated and enraged!

PJR>...wait 2 seconds.
PJR>stance def...wait 2 seconds.
PJR>stance def...wait 1 seconds.
PJR>stance def...wait 1 seconds.
PJR>stance def...wait 1 seconds.

Getting a bit anxious with that macro key and I'm sooooo close to getting out of it, but then this...

PJR>stance defstance def

Morgannia shudders violently before visibly recovering from her stunned state.
PJR>You begin to feel a little better.

PJR>An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward Morgannia!
An Ithzir adept hurls a freezing ball of pure cold at Morgannia!
AS: +379 vs DS: +381 with AvD: +52 + d100 roll: +74 = +124
... and hits for 13 points of damage!
My! It looks like Morgannia will be stiff in the morning! Better ice down the bruises!
The freezing ball of pure cold strikes Morgannia, blossoming into a much larger sphere of frost upon impact.
... 35 points of damage!
Brrrrr! That was a cold blow to the chest!

* Morgannia drops dead at your feet!

(Bunch of spells dropping)
For an instant, Morgannia's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though she will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A burst of frost from an Ithzir adept's freezing ball of pure cold flies off and hits you!
... 40 points of damage!
A freezing and accurate strike renders your right leg but a memory!
You are stunned for 10 rounds!

The Ithzir adept raises her arms overhead with a shout of exultation!

!PSR>stance def

An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at you!
AS: +416 vs DS: +316 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +70 = +207
... and hits for 27 points of damage!
Weak slash to your lower back!

!PS>You are still stunned.
!PS>You are still stunned.
!PS>You are still stunned.

I'm still pounding that macro key!

!PS>An infuriated geyser spirit dives straight towards Morgannia, its corporeal form dematerializing into a jet of frigid water. The water hits Morgannia's body straight on, but amazingly, does no damage to her corpse as the water pools around the body. Slowly, the water begins to gather itself up again and reform itself into its corporeal, but still wispy, form.

!PS> * Morgannia just bit the dust!

!PS>An Ithzir seer closes his eyes and bows his head slightly.

!PS>stance defstance def
You are still stunned.
!PS>stance def
You are still stunned.
!PS>stance def

!PS>An Ithzir scout swings a gleaming steel broadsword at you!
AS: +412 vs DS: +304 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +40 = +185
... and hits for 24 points of damage!
Stomach shot lands with a hollow *thump*.

!PS>An Ithzir adept thrusts both palms toward you!
An Ithzir adept hurls a hissing stream of acid at you!
AS: +391 vs DS: +311 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +86 = +203
... and hits for 44 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the arm!

(Buncha spells dropping)

Your heart hammers suddenly in your chest before failing entirely. Even the influence of Troll's Blood is not enough to change the fact of your death.

It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...

You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.

...departing in 10 mins...

The Ithzir adept raises her arms overhead with a shout of exultation!

Alas too late.

DEAD>With blinding speed, a lich qyn'arj sends its skull into your chest cavity, removing the heart in a shower of gore! Powerful jaws crush your heart like a ripe fruit, spraying blood.

Hey now!

DEAD> * Danay just bit the dust!

DEAD>Gob just arrived.

look
DEAD>[Old Ta'Faendryl, Glory Gate]
A cracked and weathered pylon marks the entrance into the ancient city. The massive stone lintel is fashioned in the image of an eagle. Though stained and worn by wind and weather, the regal bird still beckons all to pass beneath its outspread wings. You also see an Ithzir scout and an Ithzir adept.
Also here: Gob, the body of Morgannia who is lying down
Obvious paths: east, west

Yeah we found glory at that gate all right!

DEAD>You say, in Elven, "I would say that did not go very well."

DEAD> DEAD>The ghostly voice of Morgannia says, "Well, we shan't try that again anytime soon."

DEAD>You give a ghostly chuckle.