Posted by arvaxus on April 28, 2000 at 21:46:05:
In Reply to: The price of being a Maran... 1st try on the log formater posted by Belaran on April 27, 2000 at 22:56:59:
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<*hp *m *mv> Belaran calls forth, "By the authority given to me, I summon you into His holy presence! Face His wrath!" <*hp *m *mv> Arvaxus arrives suddenly. <*hp *m *mv> Arvaxus utters the words, 'bhiaerjgh ay hpz hxzrzz yuunsoeg'. Arvaxus invokes the names of the Twelve Fiends of Cocytus, his eyes burning with the lust for death, his heart pounding hard with the passion of the damned, his veins bulging with the frothing blood of his fury. <*hp *m *mv> Arvaxus yells 'Die, Belaran, you sorcerous dog!' You narrow your eyes and glare in Arvaxus's direction. Arvaxus can no longer find the strength to wield a heron-marked blade. Arvaxus can no longer find the strength to wield a Half-Moon Shaped Axe. You wither the flesh of Arvaxus! Your withering *** DEMOLISHES *** Arvaxus! Your slash maims Arvaxus! Arvaxus fades into existence. You parry Arvaxus's punch. You parry Arvaxus's punch. Arvaxus has some small but disgusting cuts. <*hp *m *mv> Your slash MUTILATES Arvaxus! You yell 'Tear the darkness from out the sky, and set the night ablaze with Light!' You parry Arvaxus's punch. Arvaxus's punch hits you. Arvaxus is covered with bleeding wounds. Arvaxus utters the words, 'noselacri'. Arvaxus is covered with bleeding wounds. <*hp *m *mv> Your slash EVISCERATES Arvaxus! You parry Arvaxus's punch. Arvaxus is covered with bleeding wounds. <*hp *m *mv> Silvery-white flames swirl around you, sizzling and crackling with power, swirling into a pure sphere of fire in your hand. You glare at Arvaxus and throw the sphere summoning the strength of your spirt to guide the sphere of flames. As the sphere of flames strikes Arvaxus, you hear the cry of a phoenix over the screams and sizzling flesh of Arvaxus. You feel drained from the effort of channeling the phoenix's fire. Your phoenix fire MANGLES Arvaxus! Arvaxus is covered with bleeding wounds. <*hp *m *mv> Arvaxus utters the words, 'noselacri'. Arvaxus is covered with bleeding wounds. <*hp *m *mv> Your slash devastates Arvaxus! Your slash decimates Arvaxus! You parry Arvaxus's punch. You parry Arvaxus's punch. Arvaxus is gushing blood. <*hp *m *mv> Arvaxus collapses, his eyes searching the skies for mercy, as painfully bright silvery-white flames leap from his eyes and mouth, and curl around him. Arvaxus's phoenix fire MUTILATES him! Arvaxus is gushing blood. Belaran curses, "Now let the demons of hell will haunt you and for your soul is so vile!" Arvaxus is gushing blood. <*hp *m *mv> You narrow your eyes and glare in Arvaxus's direction. Your words strike the fear of Hell into Arvaxus! Your torments *** DEMOLISHES *** Arvaxus! Arvaxus is writhing in agony. <*hp *m *mv> Your slash EVISCERATES Arvaxus! You parry Arvaxus's punch. You parry Arvaxus's punch. Arvaxus is writhing in agony. Belaran curses, "Now let the demons of hell will haunt you and for your soul is so vile!" Arvaxus is writhing in agony. <*hp *m *mv> You narrow your eyes and glare in Arvaxus's direction. Your words strike the fear of Hell into Arvaxus! Your torments *** DEMOLISHES *** Arvaxus! Arvaxus is convulsing on the ground. <*hp *m *mv> Your slash MUTILATES Arvaxus! Arvaxus is DEAD!! You hear Arvaxus's death cry. The minotaur mercenary slowly fades away. You get 13731 gold coins from the corpse of Arvaxus. You get some black leather sleeves from the corpse of Arvaxus. You get a large woven basket from the corpse of Arvaxus. You get a silver-horned helm from the corpse of Arvaxus. You are burned by a black breastplate and drop it quickly. Your burning hands scratches you. You get black leather boots from the corpse of Arvaxus. You get a large black cape from the corpse of Arvaxus. Serpent-scale leggings: you can't carry that much weight. You get serpent-scale bracer from the corpse of Arvaxus. Serpent-scale bracer: you can't carry that much weight. A brass shield: you can't carry that much weight. A pitch-black belt: you can't carry that much weight. You are burned by a pitch-black ring and drop it quickly. Your burning hands scratches you. A canoe: you can't carry that much weight. A heron-marked blade: you can't carry that much weight. Some seaweed: you can't carry that much weight. An emerald summoning stone: you can't carry that much weight. A black and white striped heartstone ring: you can't carry that much weight. A water horn: you can't carry that much weight. A Half-Moon Shaped Axe: you can't carry that much weight. You are burned by an unholy symbol of Lloth and drop it quickly. Your burning hands scratches you. A pair of black steel gauntlets: you can't carry that much weight. A live chicken: you can't carry that much weight. A live chicken: you can't carry that much weight. You are now WANTED!!! +++ That's the bad part... +++
Wow, All this bad business off of one log. And here I was thinking that the lopsided ass-whoopin i got would fade away....