Posted by Scyntulli on February 19, 2000 at 22:52:18:
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ting out a small fire.
You bow before him.
You are Scyntulli the Ranger of the Second Circle, level 22, 138 years old (18 h
ours).
You are young.
Race: cloud Sex: male Class: ranger Hometown: Galadon
You are at 100% hit, 70% mana, 100% movement.
You have 0 practices and 0 training sessions.
You are carrying 21/30 items.
Your items weigh 300 pounds and 0 ounces (maximum of 555 pounds).
Str: 20(25) Int: 16(16) Wis: 17(17) Dex: 14(16) Con: 21(22) Chr: 17(17)
You have scored 142945 exp, and have 7456 gold coins.
You need 9295 exp to level.
Wimpy set to 0% of max hit points.
You are standing.
You are divinely armored against piercing.
You are almost invulnerable to bashing.
You are divinely armored against slashing.
You are armored against magic.
Hitroll: 21 Damroll: 28.
You are neutral. You have a lawful ethos.
You have chosen the sphere of Rage.
You are affected by:
Skill: 'warcry' modifies save vs spell by -4 for 24 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies hit roll by 2 for 24 hours.
Skill: 'bark skin' modifies armor class by -33 for 17 hours.
Skill: 'dark vision' modifies none by 0 for 39 hours.
Skill: 'acute vision' modifies none by 0 for 17 hours.
Ishmael peers at you intently.
The Hall of Chaos
This looks to be some sort of great hall of honor to the past people and
events in the illustrious history of Chaos in Thera. However, instead of
seeing the great gods of Chaos, you just experience a raging torrent of
light, sound, and all your other senses. You do not see the past mortals
who waged the war of Chaos, you see evanescent images of yourself, floating
around. No images of past deeds are here, but you see yourself fighting as
yet unfought battles that will bring your vision of Chaos to fruition. It
is not a room full of the sacred and honored, it is you the individual and
the great power of Chaos that give energy to this room.
(Polka-Dot Aura) A cloud giant stands here, stirring up a heap o' trouble.
You giggle.
You say 'Polka dot's are pretty.'
Ishmael says 'They hurt my eyes.'
Ishmael gets a dead rabbit from a backpack.
Ishmael waves the dead rabbit over your head while chanting.
Scyntulli glances at the dead rabbit, and nods slowly.
Ishmael tosses the dead rabbit into the air where it vanishes in a flash of viol
et light.
Ishmael rummages around in his backpack.
Ishmael peers at you intently.
You say 'I was hoping I could eat the rabbit.'
Ishmael rummages around some more.
Ishmael says 'Ah-ha!'
You peer around yourself intently.
You say 'Find what your looking for?'
You say 'An interesting stick.'
Ishmael thwacks you over the head with a long stick!
You chuckle politely.
Ishmael says 'He healed, my child!'
Scyntulli knocks on his hard skull.
You giggle.
Ishmael waggles his eyebrows.
You say 'Is it safe to come out yet?'
Ishmael waggles his eyebrows even more dramatically.
Ishmael says 'Maybe that was the wrong stick...'
Ishmael taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.
You say 'Yeh, it hurt more than healed.'
Ishmael gives you a steak of the corpse of Ishmael.
Ishmael says 'Eat that, maybe it'll help make it stick.'
You eat a steak of the corpse of Ishmael.
You are Scyntulli the Ranger of the Second Circle, level 22, 138 years old (XX h
ours).
You are XXXXXX.
Race: cloud Sex: male Class: ranger Hometown: Galadon
You are at 62% hit, 100% mana, 100% movement.
You have 0 practices and 0 training sessions.
You are carrying 21/30 items.
Your items weigh 300 pounds and 0 ounces (maximum of 555 pounds).
Str: XX(25) Int: XX(16) Wis: XX(17) Dex: XX(16) Con: XX(22) Chr: 17(17)
You have scored 142945 exp, and have 7456 gold coins.
You need 9295 exp to level.
Wimpy set to 0% of max hit points.
You are standing.
You are divinely armored against piercing.
You are almost invulnerable to bashing.
You are divinely armored against slashing.
You are armored against magic.
Hitroll: XX Damroll: XX.
You are neutral. You have a chaotic ethos.
You have chosen the sphere of Rage.
You are affected by:
Skill: 'warcry' modifies save vs spell by -4 for 12 hours.
Skill: 'warcry' modifies hit roll by 2 for 12 hours.
Skill: 'bark skin' modifies armor class by -33 for 5 hours.
Skill: 'dark vision' modifies none by 0 for 27 hours.
Skill: 'acute vision' modifies none by 0 for 5 hours.
You bow before him.
You say 'Thankyou.'
Ishmael says 'Now...I will demand my payment.'
Ishmael rubs his hands together in greedy anticipation.
You say 'Which is?'
Ishmael throws back his head and laughs into the night.
You cackle gleefully.
You peer around yourself intently.
You say 'Want a smokey's map?'
You get Smokey's Map from a ranger's knapsack.
You give Smokey's Map to Ishmael.
Ishmael whispers 'I will make the elements that surround you ignore your pleas.'
You say 'They only come from one place.'
Ishmael whispers 'And never will your mind be free of the toils that you will su
ffer...'
Ishmael whispers 'You will forever be my foil and a cog in the great wheel of co
ntinuing movement.'
You nod at Ishmael.
Your head fills with a strange fog.
Scyntulli clenches onto his head in brief agony.
Ishmael throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Ishmael waves his hands in grand fashion and disappears behind a flock of geese
that appear suddenly.
You tell Ishmael 'So does this mean I can have the map back if you don't want it
?'
Ishmael tears up the map with slow deliberation.
The Hall of Chaos
This looks to be some sort of great hall of honor to the past people and
events in the illustrious history of Chaos in Thera. However, instead of
seeing the great gods of Chaos, you just experience a raging torrent of
light, sound, and all your other senses. You do not see the past mortals
who waged the war of Chaos, you see evanescent images of yourself, floating
around. No images of past deeds are here, but you see yourself fighting as
yet unfought battles that will bring your vision of Chaos to fruition. It
is not a room full of the sacred and honored, it is you the individual and
the great power of Chaos that give energy to this room.
You cringe in terror.
You tell Ishmael 'Or you can keep it.