Posted by rager :P on July 19, 2000 at 01:02:37:
Dioxide's Log Formatter
A dark clad man says 'because you are curious'
A dark clad man says 'you still wonder why I am here'
Aniedra says 'Curiousity only goes so far.'
A dark clad man says 'and what I have to offer'
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Aniedra says 'My desire for answers, likewise.'
Barsimmon says 'Try that on me you disgusting man.'
Barsimmon looks tougher.
af
You are affected by:
Skill: 'sneak' modifies none by 0 for 37 hours.
Power: 'spellbane' modifies save vs spell by -13 for 6 hours.
Power: 'resistance' modifies none by 0 for 2 hours.
Song: 'beautify' modifies charisma by 3 for 5 hours.
Song: 'galadriel' modifies save vs spell by -11 for 28 hours.
Song: 'galadriel' modifies hit roll by 5 for 28 hours.
Song: 'shield of words' modifies armor class by -20 for 14 hours.
A dark clad man smiles happily.
Barsimmon fills the air with his hatred of magic.
af
You are affected by:
Skill: 'sneak' modifies none by 0 for 37 hours.
Power: 'spellbane' modifies save vs spell by -13 for 6 hours.
Power: 'resistance' modifies none by 0 for 2 hours.
Song: 'beautify' modifies charisma by 3 for 5 hours.
Song: 'galadriel' modifies save vs spell by -11 for 28 hours.
Song: 'galadriel' modifies hit roll by 5 for 28 hours.
Song: 'shield of words' modifies armor class by -20 for 14 hours.
Aniedra says 'If I must be left with nothing but questions and your corpse, then so be it..'
Trifiv has arrived.
A dark clad man whispers 'one should always be given whatthey ask for, aye?'
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An herb-covered hearth
The dusty ground becomes more solid as you step over a small ring of
stones that surrounds two horseshoe-shaped hearths. The base and perimeter
of these hearths are formed from large, smooth stones - mostly flint and
granite pebbles. Several small stacks of firewood are placed in various
positions so that they are easily accessible for fueling the fires. The
ground within this ring is littered with the husks of many different
plants; some are exotic, while others are simple roots that grow wild
throughout the surrounding terrain. Spiky aloe branches have been used and
cast aside next to rare arunya and wild arlan leafs; the one thing that
all these have in common is that they are used in poultices, salves, and
healing ointments. Large kettles and rounded stones serve as the tools for
sapping the juices of these plants.
[Exits: north]
(Glowing) The smouldering cinder ashes of a fire are here.
Trifiv is here.
Aniedra is here.
(WANTED) Barsimmon is here.
A tall, darkly clad man stands here radiating cool calm menace.
A figure garbed in black rests here, wings folded behind his back.
Trifiv's thirst hits him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Barsimmon can no longer find the strength to wield a plain steel sword.
Barsimmon screams in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
A dark clad man traces a rune in the air.
Barsimmon falls into a deep sleep.
sing wake
Trifiv leaves north.
You sing 'Wake now my merry lads!
Wake and hear me calling!'
Barsimmon slumbers on peacefully.
Aniedra raises an eyebrow.
A dark clad man says 'how sad'
growl
Grrrrrrrrrr...
sing wake
You sing 'Wake now my merry lads!
Wake and hear me calling!'
Barsimmon slumbers on peacefully.
af
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
You are affected by:
Skill: 'sneak' modifies none by 0 for 35 hours.
Power: 'spellbane' modifies save vs spell by -13 for 4 hours.
Power: 'resistance' modifies none by 0 for 0 hours.
Song: 'beautify' modifies charisma by 3 for 3 hours.
Song: 'galadriel' modifies save vs spell by -11 for 26 hours.
Song: 'galadriel' modifies hit roll by 5 for 26 hours.
Song: 'shield of words' modifies armor class by -20 for 12 hours.
sing wake
You sing 'Wake now my merry lads!
Wake and hear me calling!'
Barsimmon wakes and stands up.
The resonance from the last chord seems to float in the room.
Your abilities at singing wake now my merry lads have improved.
A dark clad man says 'oh come now, bard....'
save
Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.
Aniedra looks tougher.
Barsimmon growls.
Groxbur has arrived.
Groxbur bows deeply.
Groxbur sits down and rests.
A dark clad man says 'still wish for me to try it again? My dear little elf?'
frown
What's bothering you?
Groxbur looks at A dark clad man.
A dark clad man says 'ooh...and one who feels even less that others'
Barsimmon turns to the dark man, eyes a blaze with rage.
A dark clad man says 'yes...indeed'
You feel less tough.
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur shivers and looks very ill.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv has arrived.
Trifiv looks tougher.
A dark clad man says 'to see a giant screaming in pain...'
Groxbur stands up.
A dark clad man taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.
Aniedra frowns.
A dark clad man says 'you may have to wait, little Ani'
Groxbur looks at A dark clad man.
Barsimmon says 'Let me strike this evil man down, Aniedra.'
A dark clad man says 'I may play first with your friend of the sea here...'
Groxbur writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur's sickness grazes him.
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
sing resist
Groxbur glares at A dark clad man.
You sing 'Sang in answer a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
Of changing and of shifting shape...'
You feel yourself better able to resist blows.
save
Trifiv looks more enlightened.
Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.
sing dance
You sing 'We'll sing all night, and drink all day,
And on the girls we'll spend our pay,
And when it's gone, then we'll away,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.'
Your morale is boosted for the upcoming battles.
A dark clad man says 'stake him out in the desert'
Aniedra smirks, amusement mixing with contempt in her eyes.
A dark clad man says 'with no water for many months...'
A dark clad man strokes his chin.
Groxbur writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur's sickness scratches him.
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv howls loudly, barely containing his rage.
A dark clad man says 'yes...it could prove quite fun'
emote swallows hard against his dry throat
Groxbur says 'Would it now?'
Ayragus swallows hard against his dry throat
[BATTLE] Aniedra: He toys with us.. yet his motives are unclear..
A dark clad man says 'then...a single drop of water placed on the forehead'
Armitage leans down and gathers some crushed herbs.
A dark clad man says 'ahhh'
A dark clad man says 'yes'
Groxbur writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur's sickness scratches him.
You feel your artificial beauty fade away.
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
A dark clad man says 'how exquisite the agnoy'
Trifiv gets a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman from a cowhide knapsack.
Trifiv eats a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman.
[BATTLE] Barsimmon: Aye...
Trifiv gets a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman from a cowhide knapsack.
sing beau
Trifiv eats a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman.
You sing 'And here with lissom limbs did run
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Luthien Tinuviel
more fair than mortal tongue can tell.'
You feel like you have become as fair as Luthien Tinuviel.
A dark clad man says 'and suffering would be, hmm?'
Armitage rubs the herbs against his forearm and forehead.
Groxbur sits down and rests.
[BATTLE] Trifiv: he said... come here for sport... for fun... hurt us...
Groxbur looks at A dark clad man.
Groxbur writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur's sickness scratches him.
You feel less resistant to magic.
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv clenches his hands on his axes, his eyes ablaze in anger.
Barsimmon looks tougher.
[BATTLE] Groxbur: What is known of him?
call spell
Your hatred of magic surrounds you.
Aniedra looks more enlightened.
[BATTLE] Aniedra: Little, yet.
Aniedra fills the air with her hatred of magic.
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Groxbur writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur's sickness scratches him.
You are sober.
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
[Exits: north]
(Glowing) The smouldering cinder ashes of a fire are here.
Trifiv is here.
Groxbur is resting here.
Aniedra is here.
(WANTED) Barsimmon is here.
A tall, darkly clad man stands here radiating cool calm menace.
A figure garbed in black rests here, wings folded behind his back.
A dark clad man says 'hmm...'
A dark clad man says 'I wonder'
Trifiv barks loudly, the noise full of fury.
A dark clad man says 'which of you is the strongest?'
Armitage whispers 'the sickness...it spreads..'
Aniedra looks tougher.
Trifiv turns his head, looking to the leader for something.
Armitage whispers 'Aniedra, Leadress, where are our defenders?'
Groxbur writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Groxbur's sickness scratches him.
You have become better at fast healing!
Barsimmon writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Barsimmon's sickness scratches him.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Aniedra says 'Is that what you come here to seek, strange one?'
A dark clad man chuckles politely.
Trifiv looks tougher.
Armitage grimaces as the plague spreads.
Aniedra frowns.
A dark clad man says 'I have told you what I seek, Little Ani'
The snow stops falling.
Aniedra says 'They sleep at present, Armitage.'
Armitage whispers 'Then rattle their damned huts.'
A dark clad man says 'I seek pleasure and pain'
Aniedra says 'You speak in circles, avoiding the truth of the matter.'
A dark clad man says 'silence and darkness'
Armitage winces in agony.
A dark clad man says 'the truth?'
A dark clad man says 'would you like to see the truth, little Ani?'
Aniedra says 'Yes, the Truth.'
Trifiv says 'me cannot watch... me wish to become defender... yes... make me...me heal, or tear this one apart..'
Aniedra says 'Perhaps I am curious to, yes.'
A dark clad man says 'the truth spread all around you..'
[Exits: north]
(Glowing) The flames of a large fire lick at the edge of this hearth.
(WANTED) Barsimmon is resting here.
Trifiv is here.
Groxbur is resting here.
Aniedra is here.
A tall, darkly clad man stands here radiating cool calm menace.
Chill winds whip about this dark figure in the shadows.
A dark clad man makes a slow circle with his finger, then points at Aniedra.
Aniedra screams in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Groxbur stands up.
Groxbur leaves north.
mutter
You mutter quietly to yourself.
A dark clad man says 'truth...is painful is it not?'
[Exits: north]
(Glowing) The flames of a large fire lick at the edge of this hearth.
(WANTED) Barsimmon is resting here.
Trifiv is here.
Aniedra is here.
A tall, darkly clad man stands here radiating cool calm menace.
Chill winds whip about this dark figure in the shadows.
[BATTLE] Trifiv: he hurts us... *bark!
[BATTLE] Trifiv: he follower of nazmorghul... yes...
Aniedra says 'I have endured worse.'
Your shield of words crumbles away.
Aniedra writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Aniedra's sickness scratches her.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
A dark clad man says 'I know'
Trifiv says 'you are follower of Nazmorghul yes...'
Trifiv looks more enlightened.
A dark clad man blinks innocently.
Trifiv says 'I hear his words in you yes...*bark*'
A dark clad man says 'the Sleeping God?'
[BATTLE] Groxbur: Why do we not slay it?..I can no longer even find the strength to move
A dark clad man says 'interesting'
A dark clad man says 'perhaps...perhaps'
Trifiv emits a low pitched hiss.
A dark clad man says 'or...maybe'
A dark clad man leans closer
Aniedra writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Aniedra's sickness scratches her.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv snarls as its face closes in.
A dark clad man whispers 'maybe...I am Nazmorghul'
Barsimmon sits down and rests.
help nazmorghul
No help on that word.
Trifiv emits a low pitched hiss.
Aniedra writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Aniedra's sickness scratches her.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv looks tougher.
Aniedra says 'Perhaps.. but that much I doubt.'
Aniedra eats a side of deer venison.
A chill flows through the village...a stiff breeze that smells like death.
.
Chill winds whip about this dark figure in the shadows.
Trifiv says 'you would not come to us for sport... yes... you would play with the Gods... yes...'
A dark clad man says 'the gods?'
Trifiv sniffs the pugnant air and snarls.
growl
Grrrrrrrrrr...
A dark clad man says 'no...they do not suffer'
A dark clad man says 'or feel pain, as you do'
You feel less resistant to magic.
You feel your artificial beauty fade away.
Aniedra writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Aniedra's sickness scratches her.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv snarls again, again looking to Aniedra.
Barsimmon says 'The only pain we feel, is the hardship of this life, and it is a welcome pain.'
A dark clad man makes a pouty face...and leans forward, brushing his lips against Ayragus's cheek.
gr
Ayragus's group:
[40 Bar] Ayragus 99% hp 82% mana 95% mv 402953 xp
Barsimmon drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
A dark clad man throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
sing cold
You sing 'Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone:
Never more to wake on stony bed,
Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.'
Armitage resists the power of your song.
A dark clad man says 'ahh...welcome pain'
mutter
Aniedra says 'Pain bothers me not. That which does not kill me merely strengthens me in time.. and sometimes even that which does kill me, does likewise.'
A dark clad man says 'perhaps you do understand, elf'
You mutter quietly to yourself.
A dark clad man says 'yes...I think I chose wisely with you Little Ani'
You writhe in agony from the plague.
Your sickness scratches you.
Aniedra writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Aniedra's sickness scratches her.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
Trifiv can barely contain his voice, barks and yelps come from his mouth as he snarls loudly.
Trifiv emits a low pitched hiss.
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A dark clad man says 'hours of enjoyment I will have'
A dark clad man says 'perhaps I will even use your still living bones to stake out Groxbur in the desert'
A dark clad man says 'and your little doggy too'
A dark clad man grins menacingly at Trifiv.
Trifiv exchanges another glance to Armitage and then to Aniedra.
Trifiv emits a low pitched hiss.
Aniedra says 'I have heard enough, foul one. My patience ends. Leave this place, now.'
A dark clad man says 'for now...I will leave'
A dark clad man says 'but I will return'
Trifiv says 'you die then... yes...'
A dark clad man says 'and Hell rides with me...kiss aniedra'
A dark clad man traces a rune in the air.
Aniedra falls into a deep sleep.
Trifiv howls angerly.
A dark clad man kisses Aniedra.
A dark clad man says 'sleep well Ani'
slap man
You slap A dark clad man.
[BATTLE] Trifiv: let me! *bark* *howl*!
You writhe in agony from the plague.
Your sickness scratches you.
Aniedra writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
Aniedra's sickness scratches her.
Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
Armitage's sickness grazes him.
l
An herb-covered hearth
The dusty ground becomes more solid as you step over a small ring of
stones that surrounds two horseshoe-shaped hearths. The base and perimeter
of these hearths are formed from large, smooth stones - mostly flint and
granite pebbles. Several small stacks of firewood are placed in various
positions so that they are easily accessible for fueling the fires. The
ground within this ring is littered with the husks of many different
plants; some are exotic, while others are simple roots that grow wild
throughout the surrounding terrain. Spiky aloe branches have been used and
cast aside next to rare arunya and wild arlan leafs; the one thing that
all these have in common is that they are used in poultices, salves, and
healing ointments. Large kettles and rounded stones serve as the tools for
sapping the juices of these plants.
[Exits: north]
(Glowing) The smouldering cinder ashes of a fire are here.
(WANTED) Barsimmon is here.
Trifiv is here.
Aniedra is sleeping here.
A tall, darkly clad man stands here radiating cool calm menace.
A figure garbed in black rests here, wings folded behind his back.
Trifiv looks more enlightened.
Barsimmon glares at A dark clad man.
sing wake
Your music seems to fall on deaf ears.
sing wake
You deflect A dark clad man's spell!
Your spellbane MUTILATES A dark clad man!
A dark clad man dodges your wrath.
A dark clad man parries your wrath.
A dark clad man has a few scratches.
You sing 'Wake now my merry lads!
Wake and hear me calling!'
A dark clad man has a few scratches.
Your wrath misses A dark clad man.
A dark clad man parries your wrath.
A dark clad man's punch maims you!
A dark clad man's punch devastates you!
A dark clad man has a few scratches.
sing night
You sing 'Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-In-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.'
A dark clad man leaves north.
A dark clad man has fled!
[BATTLE] Trifiv: he gone... left in mist...