Posted by AC Player on July 19, 2000 at 06:33:48:
In Reply to: Thank you Thror I presume? posted by rager :P on July 19, 2000 at 01:02:37:
> Dioxide's Log Formatter
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> A dark clad man says 'because you are curious'
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> A dark clad man says 'you still wonder why I am here'
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> Aniedra says 'Curiousity only goes so far.'
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> A dark clad man says 'and what I have to offer'
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> Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
> Armitage's sickness grazes him.
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> Aniedra says 'My desire for answers, likewise.'
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> Barsimmon says 'Try that on me you disgusting man.'
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> Barsimmon looks tougher.
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> 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.
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> A dark clad man smiles happily.
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> Barsimmon fills the air with his hatred of magic.
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> 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.
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> Aniedra says 'If I must be left with nothing but questions and your corpse, then so be it..'
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> Trifiv has arrived.
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> A dark clad man whispers 'one should always be given whatthey ask for, aye?'
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> 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.
> 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.
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> Trifiv's thirst hits him.
> Armitage writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
> Armitage's sickness grazes him.
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> Barsimmon can no longer find the strength to wield a plain steel sword.
> Barsimmon screams in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.
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> A dark clad man traces a rune in the air.
> Barsimmon falls into a deep sleep.
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> sing wake
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> Trifiv leaves north.
> You sing 'Wake now my merry lads!
> Wake and hear me calling!'
> Barsimmon slumbers on peacefully.
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> Aniedra raises an eyebrow.
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> A dark clad man says 'how sad'
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> growl
> Grrrrrrrrrr...
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> sing wake
> You sing 'Wake now my merry lads!
> Wake and hear me calling!'
> Barsimmon slumbers on peacefully.
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> af
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> 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.
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> A dark clad man says 'oh come now, bard....'
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> save
> Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.
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> Aniedra looks tougher.
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> Barsimmon growls.
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> Groxbur has arrived.
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> Groxbur bows deeply.
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> Groxbur sits down and rests.
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> A dark clad man says 'still wish for me to try it again? My dear little elf?'
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> frown
> What's bothering you?
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> Groxbur looks at A dark clad man.
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> A dark clad man says 'ooh...and one who feels even less that others'
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> Barsimmon turns to the dark man, eyes a blaze with rage.
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> A dark clad man says 'yes...indeed'
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> 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.
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> Trifiv has arrived.
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> Trifiv looks tougher.
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> A dark clad man says 'to see a giant screaming in pain...'
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> Groxbur stands up.
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> A dark clad man taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.
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> Aniedra frowns.
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> A dark clad man says 'you may have to wait, little Ani'
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> Groxbur looks at A dark clad man.
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> Barsimmon says 'Let me strike this evil man down, Aniedra.'
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> A dark clad man says 'I may play first with your friend of the sea here...'
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> 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.
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> save
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> Trifiv looks more enlightened.
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> 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.
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> A dark clad man says 'stake him out in the desert'
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> Aniedra smirks, amusement mixing with contempt in her eyes.
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> A dark clad man says 'with no water for many months...'
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> 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.
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> Trifiv howls loudly, barely containing his rage.
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> A dark clad man says 'yes...it could prove quite fun'
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> emote swallows hard against his dry throat
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> Groxbur says 'Would it now?'
> Ayragus swallows hard against his dry throat
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> [BATTLE] Aniedra: He toys with us.. yet his motives are unclear..
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> A dark clad man says 'then...a single drop of water placed on the forehead'
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> Armitage leans down and gathers some crushed herbs.
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> A dark clad man says 'ahhh'
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> A dark clad man says 'yes'
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> 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.
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> A dark clad man says 'how exquisite the agnoy'
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> Trifiv gets a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman from a cowhide knapsack.
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> Trifiv eats a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman.
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> [BATTLE] Barsimmon: Aye...
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> Trifiv gets a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman from a cowhide knapsack.
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> sing beau
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> Trifiv eats a steak of the corpse of a feared swordsman.
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> 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.
>
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> A dark clad man says 'and suffering would be, hmm?'
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> Armitage rubs the herbs against his forearm and forehead.
> Groxbur sits down and rests.
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> [BATTLE] Trifiv: he said... come here for sport... for fun... hurt us...
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> Groxbur looks at A dark clad man.
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> 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.
>
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> Trifiv clenches his hands on his axes, his eyes ablaze in anger.
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> Barsimmon looks tougher.
>
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> [BATTLE] Groxbur: What is known of him?
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> call spell
> Your hatred of magic surrounds you.
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> Aniedra looks more enlightened.
>
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> [BATTLE] Aniedra: Little, yet.
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> Aniedra fills the air with her hatred of magic.
>
> l
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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.
>
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> A dark clad man says 'hmm...'
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> A dark clad man says 'I wonder'
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> Trifiv barks loudly, the noise full of fury.
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> A dark clad man says 'which of you is the strongest?'
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> Armitage whispers 'the sickness...it spreads..'
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> Aniedra looks tougher.
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> Trifiv turns his head, looking to the leader for something.
>
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> Armitage whispers 'Aniedra, Leadress, where are our defenders?'
>
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> 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.
>
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> Aniedra says 'Is that what you come here to seek, strange one?'
>
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> A dark clad man chuckles politely.
>
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> Trifiv looks tougher.
>
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> Armitage grimaces as the plague spreads.
>
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> Aniedra frowns.
>
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> A dark clad man says 'I have told you what I seek, Little Ani'
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> The snow stops falling.
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> Aniedra says 'They sleep at present, Armitage.'
>
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> Armitage whispers 'Then rattle their damned huts.'
>
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> A dark clad man says 'I seek pleasure and pain'
>
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> Aniedra says 'You speak in circles, avoiding the truth of the matter.'
>
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> A dark clad man says 'silence and darkness'
>
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> Armitage winces in agony.
>
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> A dark clad man says 'the truth?'
> A dark clad man says 'would you like to see the truth, little Ani?'
>
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> Aniedra says 'Yes, the Truth.'
>
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> Trifiv says 'me cannot watch... me wish to become defender... yes... make me...me heal, or tear this one apart..'
>
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> 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.
>
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> Aniedra screams in agony as plague sores erupt from her skin.
>
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> Groxbur stands up.
>
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> 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!
>
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> [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'
>
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> Trifiv says 'you are follower of Nazmorghul yes...'
>
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> Trifiv looks more enlightened.
>
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> A dark clad man blinks innocently.
>
>
> Trifiv says 'I hear his words in you yes...*bark*'
>
>
> A dark clad man says 'the Sleeping God?'
>
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> [BATTLE] Groxbur: Why do we not slay it?..I can no longer even find the strength to move
>
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> A dark clad man says 'interesting'
>
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> A dark clad man says 'perhaps...perhaps'
>
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> Trifiv emits a low pitched hiss.
>
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> A dark clad man says 'or...maybe'
>
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> 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.
>
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> Trifiv snarls as its face closes in.
>
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> A dark clad man whispers 'maybe...I am Nazmorghul'
>
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> Barsimmon sits down and rests.
>
> help nazmorghul
> No help on that word.
>
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> Trifiv emits a low pitched hiss.
>
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> 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.
>
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> Trifiv looks tougher.
>
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> Aniedra says 'Perhaps.. but that much I doubt.'
>
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> Aniedra eats a side of deer venison.
>
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> A chill flows through the village...a stiff breeze that smells like death.
>
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> 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...'
>
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> A dark clad man says 'the gods?'
>
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> Trifiv sniffs the pugnant air and snarls.
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> 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.
>
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> 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
>
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> Barsimmon drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
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> 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.
>
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> 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'
>
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> A dark clad man says 'perhaps I will even use your still living bones to stake out Groxbur in the desert'
>
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> 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...
>
>