Plainsman rising as a pathetic rukkian struggles to survive

Back from 2006, there was a Plainsman feared by all..
Note: Heavily modified the Rukkian (me) to cover for the stupid rp. Had to put a few explanatory thinks here & there to make the story understandable. Plainsman and else is pasted as it is. Enjoy





The lovelocked, smoke-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:

"Good. You still live."



You think:

"Need to get rid of this gem, I'd risk everything for it. Plainsman or anyone."



<140-197-105mana-143 resting walking riding: none>-

The lovelocked, smoke-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:

"Are you at your templar, Halil?"



You think:

"Keep thinking that, I will be saved from the likes of you soon."



<140-197-105mana-143 resting walking riding: none>-contact tor

You suffer from use of the Way.

You contact the lovelocked, smoke-eyed man with the Way.



<140-197-105mana-133 resting walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

The lovelocked, smoke-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:

"Temple, I mean."



<140-197-105mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

You send a telepathic message to the lovelocked, smoke-eyed man:

"I got stabbed there twice myLord, and threatened with death by Lord TEmplars, i am outside now, at a cave near

'nak, resting."



<140-197-105mana-131 resting walking riding: none>-

A foreign presence contacts your mind.



<140-197-105mana-131 resting walking riding: none>-

The lean, burn-scarred man sends you a telepathic message:

"On my way."



<140-197-105mana-134 resting walking riding: none>-

You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.



<140-197-105mana-134 resting walking riding: none>-

The lovelocked, smoke-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:

"Which Templars threatened?"



<140-197-105mana-140 resting walking riding: none>-

You send a telepathic message to the lovelocked, smoke-eyed man:

"Name i cannot remember Lord Tor, but not Lord Templar Borsail.. I will let you know when i' learn the exact

name."



<140-197-105mana-133 resting walking riding: none>-l u

Up above is a Shady Oasis.

[Near]

Nothing.



<140-197-105mana-136 resting walking riding: none>-

The lovelocked, smoke-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:

"Have you been officially cast out of the city?"



<140-197-105mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

A foreign presence contacts your mind.



<140-197-105mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

You send a telepathic message to the lovelocked, smoke-eyed man:

"No, i am just hiding myself.. I have seen an Oash Drovian chaising me to everywhere."



<140-197-105mana-133 resting walking riding: none>-cease

You dissolve the psychic link.



<140-197-105mana-133 resting walking riding: none>-l u

Up above is a Shady Oasis.

[Near]

Nothing.



<140-197-105mana-133 resting walking riding: none>-contact plainsman

You suffer from use of the Way.

You contact the lean, burn-scarred man with the Way.



<140-197-105mana-123 resting walking riding: none>-

The lean, burn-scarred man sends you a telepathic message:

"YOu said the Gem, yes? You near?"



<140-197-105mana-123 resting walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-125 resting walking riding: none>-psi I'm moving up.

You suffer from use of the Way.

You send a telepathic message to the lean, burn-scarred man:

"I'm moving up."



<140-197-105mana-114 resting walking riding: none>-barrier

You suffer from use of the Way.

You build a psychic barrier around your mind.



<140-197-105mana-108 resting walking riding: none>-stand

You poke your head through the portal, and are transported above

ground.

A Shady Oasis [NESW]

Nestling within a natural depression in the barren landscape, this

oasis is both a change from the bleak surroundings and a haven for life. A

clump of yypr trees grows around the hot pool of water, the roots clinging

to the muddy banks as they support the straight brown trunks. Shrubs of a

few varieties grow around the pool as well, providing shelter for the

insects that live here. The blazing crimson sun hangs far above, the

fearsome heat absorbed and radiated by the pool, though the trees provide

shade all around it.

A grey stone monument of some kind has been erected at one end of the

pool, a sign that someone has been here before. The old remains of earthen

walls form slight ridges to the north, east, and south of the oasis, and

beyond them, the ground is barren.

A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.



<140-197-105mana-117 standing walking riding: none>-

You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.



<140-197-105mana-119 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Afternoon"



<140-197-105mana-121 standing walking riding: none>-

The figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak shakes his head,

dust and dried mud falling from his cloak.



<140-197-105mana-121 standing walking riding: none>

With a deep, earthen voice, you say, in sirihish:

"Afternoon.."



<140-197-105mana-123 standing walking riding: none>-l

A Shady Oasis [NESW]

Nestling within a natural depression in the barren landscape, this

oasis is both a change from the bleak surroundings and a haven for life. A

clump of yypr trees grows around the hot pool of water, the roots clinging

to the muddy banks as they support the straight brown trunks. Shrubs of a

few varieties grow around the pool as well, providing shelter for the

insects that live here. The blazing crimson sun hangs far above, the

fearsome heat absorbed and radiated by the pool, though the trees provide

shade all around it.

A grey stone monument of some kind has been erected at one end of the

pool, a sign that someone has been here before. The old remains of earthen

walls form slight ridges to the north, east, and south of the oasis, and

beyond them, the ground is barren.

A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-To the east, stony barrens stretch out into the distance.

[Very far]

Nothing.

[Far]

Nothing.

[Near]

Nothing.



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-To the south, stony barrens stretch out into the distance.

[Very far]

Nothing.

[Far]

Nothing.

[Near]

Nothing.



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-To the west an old Crumbling Road snakes slowly across the hot,

rocky ground.

[Very far]

Nothing.

[Far]

Nothing.

[Near]

Nothing.



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-To the north an old Crumbling Road snakes slowly across the hot,

rocky ground.

[Very far]

Nothing.

[Far]

Nothing.

[Near]

Nothing.

You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-

<140-197-105mana-125 standing walking riding: none>-l

A Shady Oasis

[NESW]

Nestling within a natural depression in the barren landscape, this

oasis is both a change from the bleak surroundings and a haven for life. A

clump of yypr trees grows around the hot pool of water, the roots clinging

to the muddy banks as they support the straight brown trunks. Shrubs of a

few varieties grow around the pool as well, providing shelter for the

insects that live here. The blazing crimson sun hangs far above, the

fearsome heat absorbed and radiated by the pool, though the trees provide

shade all around it.

A grey stone monument of some kind has been erected at one end of the

pool, a sign that someone has been here before. The old remains of earthen

walls form slight ridges to the north, east, and south of the oasis, and

beyond them, the ground is barren.

A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.



<140-197-105mana-125 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice asks, in sirihish:

"Why do you flee Allanak?"



<140-197-105mana-125 standing walking riding: none>-

Through his stone-lips, you say, in sirihish:

"Because half of the population wants to kill me.."



<140-197-105mana-129 standing walking riding: none>-

With a weak smile, you say, in sirihish:

"Oash, for sure."



<140-197-105mana-131 standing walking riding: none>-

Chuckling lightly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Ah, I see."



<140-197-105mana-134 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"I'll give you the sight to see me."



<140-197-105mana-137 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-137 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-137 standing walking riding: none>-

Your psychic barrier is crushed!

A foreign presence contacts your mind.



<140-197-105mana-139 standing walking riding: none>-barrier

You suffer from use of the Way.

You build a psychic barrier around your mind.



<140-197-105mana-123 standing walking riding: none>-

You think:

"What is this now, a trap?"



<140-197-105mana-123 standing walking riding: none>-

Magickal currents begin to swirl around someone.



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-

Laying a hand on his chest, you say, in sirihish:

"I will be glad."



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-

Sighing, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"In a minute.. I'm a little tired."



<140-197-105mana-124 standing walking riding: none>-

In a soft voice, a male voice asks, in sirihish:

"How did you hear of me?"



<140-197-105mana-126 standing walking riding: none>-

Blinking dramatically, you say, in sirihish:

"I keep my mind shielded always, no offense..."



<140-197-105mana-127 standing walking riding: none>-l

A Shady Oasis [NESW]

Nestling within a natural depression in the barren landscape, this

oasis is both a change from the bleak surroundings and a haven for life. A

clump of yypr trees grows around the hot pool of water, the roots clinging

to the muddy banks as they support the straight brown trunks. Shrubs of a

few varieties grow around the pool as well, providing shelter for the

insects that live here. The blazing crimson sun hangs far above, the

fearsome heat absorbed and radiated by the pool, though the trees provide

shade all around it.

A grey stone monument of some kind has been erected at one end of the

pool, a sign that someone has been here before. The old remains of earthen

walls form slight ridges to the north, east, and south of the oasis, and

beyond them, the ground is barren.

A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.



<140-197-105mana-128 standing walking riding: none>-

Glancing about, you say, in sirihish:

"I once spreaded a rumor about you, in Nak, by order of Lord Templar Borsail."



<140-197-105mana-132 standing walking riding: none>-

Chuckling, a male voice asks, in sirihish:

"Oh yeah? what?"



<140-197-105mana-134 standing walking riding: none>-

Voice deep and hoarse, you say, in sirihish:

"Was about a year ago.. Ah, you bein show up in Sanctuary.. Lord Templar asked me to let everyone understand northis weak.."



You think:

"Nonsense make up stories, hope he will be distracted by them."



You think:

"I need this gem out, and he's my only way."



<140-197-105mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

The mighty sun begins to crawl across the western sky.



<140-197-105mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Holding a stone finger up, you say, in sirihish:

"Ah, i cann call him no more Lord Templar, he tried to kill me as well.."



You think:

"If you believe it."



<140-197-105mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A male voice asks, in sirihish:

"Why?"



<140-197-105mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

Still wearing the smile, you say, in sirihish:

"Oash Lord, asks and those rotten rats obey.. All weak minded, they dont deserve to hold me in their hand."



<140-197-105mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

Your psychic barrier is crushed!

A foreign presence contacts your mind.



<140-197-105mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-barrier

You suffer from use of the Way.

You build a psychic barrier around your mind.



<140-197-105mana-126 standing walking riding: none>-

You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.



<140-197-105mana-129 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-129 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice asks, in sirihish:

"Who's the templar who tried to kill you?"



<140-197-105mana-130 standing walking riding: none>-

Tapping a finger over his stone ear, you say, in sirihish:

"You crushing my mind? Or is that Tor Lord again? Bah, i'm tired of them."



<140-197-105mana-131 standing walking riding: none>-

Your psychic barrier is crushed!

A foreign presence contacts your mind.



<140-197-105mana-131 standing walking riding: none>-barrier

You suffer from use of the Way.

You build a psychic barrier around your mind.



<140-197-105mana-116 standing walking riding: none>-

barrierYou sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.



<140-197-105mana-117 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Not me, no."



You think:

"If it's you, my end is near."



<140-197-105mana-119 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-197-105mana-121 standing walking riding: none>-

Grunting, a male voice asks, in sirihish:

"You've got that many people huntin' you?"



<140-197-105mana-123 standing walking riding: none>-

With a wheezing voice, you say, in sirihish:

"Not much, some are guarding me.. I hadprotection from Oash, was waiting a scroll to be delivered."



<140-197-105mana-126 standing walking riding: none>-

A male voice asks, in sirihish:

"A scroll?"



<140-197-105mana-129 standing walking riding: none>-

Your psychic barrier is crushed!

A foreign presence contacts your mind.



<140-197-105mana-130 standing walking riding: none>-

You say, in sirihish:

"But, i dont fuckin care anymore. I'm tired of serving those scums.."



<140-197-105mana-130 standing walking riding: none>-

Chuckling, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Good."



<140-197-105mana-132 standing walking riding: none>

Letting a sigh, hand on forehead, you say, in sirihish:

"I give up."



<140-197-105mana-133 standing walking riding: none>-

Magickal currents begin to swirl around someone.



<140-197-105mana-134 standing walking riding: none>-

Someone utters an incantation.

Someone wipes a hand down over his eyes and your eyelids become leaden as you fall into a deep sleep.





<140-205-105mana-139 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake



You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.



<140-205-105mana-139 sleeping walking riding: none>-You can't wake up!



<140-205-105mana-139 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake

You can't wake up!



<140-210-105mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-sc

You are Halil.

Sdesc: the bony, dragon-tattooed man

Objective:

Long Description:

Code Generated Long Description.



You are 36 years, 2 months, and 195 days old,

which by your race and appearance is mature.

You are 70 inches tall, and weigh 6 ten-stone.

Your strength is absolutely incredible, your agility is below average,

your wisdom is above average, and your endurance is absolutely incredible.

You are not hungry, but you are a little thirsty.

Your health is 140(140), you have 105(105) mana, 210(210) stamina,

and 143(143) stun.



You have been playing for 29 days and 23 hours.

You are asleep.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.



<140-210-105mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

You sense defiling in the area.



<140-210-68mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

You sense defiling in the area.



<140-210-78mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

You sense defiling in the area.



<140-210-32mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-stat

Your encumbrance is very light.

Relationship to the land is neutral.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.

You are affected by:

Armor, Fury, Stoneskin, Strength

You are asleep.

You are not refusing saves (nosave off).

You are being merciful.

You are watching the up exit.



<140-210-32mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

You sense defiling in the area.



<140-210-0mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-i

You'll have to wake up first.



<140-210-0mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone coughs softly, the sound barely audible.



You sense defiling in the area.



<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-You'll have to wake up first.



<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

You stop watching the up exit.



<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-l

You'll have to wake up first.



<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-stat

Your encumbrance is very light.

Relationship to the land is neutral.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.

You are affected by:

Armor, Fury, Stoneskin, Strength, Subdue

You are asleep.

You are not refusing saves (nosave off).

You are being merciful.

You aren't watching anything in particular.





<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-stat

Your encumbrance is very light.

Relationship to the land is neutral.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.

You are affected by:

Armor, Fury, Stoneskin, Strength, Subdue

You are asleep.

You are not refusing saves (nosave off).

You are being merciful.

You aren't watching anything in particular.



<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-emo snores lightly

The figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak snores lightly.



<140-210-5mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-save

Saving Halil.



<140-210-15mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-l

You'll have to wake up first.





<140-200-50mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

You feel your magickal powers returning.

You don't feel so tired.

Your skin becomes softer.

Your skin becomes softer.

You don't feel so strong.

You don't feel so well protected.

You feel more calm and in control.



<140-200-55mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-stand

You'll have to wake up first.



<140-200-55mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake

You can't wake up!



<140-200-55mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-stat

Your encumbrance is very light.

Relationship to the land is neutral.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.

You are affected by:

Fury, Stoneskin, Strength

You are asleep.

You are not refusing saves (nosave off).

You are being merciful.

You aren't watching anything in particular.



<140-200-55mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man mumbles as a soft tremble passes through

his stone-form.



<140-200-60mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake

You can't wake

up!



<140-200-60mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man licks his dried stone lips, mumbling

deeply.



<140-200-70mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake

You can't wake up!



<140-200-70mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone quickly pulls his black, silver-streaked dagger across his palm with a quick cut.



<140-200-70mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone clenches his hand into a fist causing the blood to trickle down the outside of his fingers.



<140-200-75mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-l

You'll have to wake up first.



<140-200-80mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone slowly creates a circle with his blood with a large diameter around you.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone completes the circle of blood, and steps back, wiping his hand on his pants.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>

You'll have to wake up first.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake

You can't wake up!



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-wakewake

You can't wake up!



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

A puff of smoke issues forth from a spiral-carved red stone incense burner.





<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone pours a small clump of incense into a burner, then quickly lights it with pointed finger.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone takes in a deep breath, inhaling the floral scent.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-barrier wrinkles his nose, then sneezes

You'll have to wake up first.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-barrier wrinkles his nose, then sneezesemo wrinkles his nose, then sneezes

The bony, dragon-tattooed man wrinkles his nose, then sneezes.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone crouches over you, cutting your forearm just above both wrists.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone watches quietly as a very small trickle of blood pours from your cuts onto the ground near him.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-emo lies motionless on floor as his granite layer covering his frame starts to crackle

The bony, dragon-tattooed man lies motionless on floor as his

granite layer covering his frame starts to crackle.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Energy seeps back into your limbs, leaving you less weary.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-

Someone kneels a couple of cords away from your head, and begins to chant softly - his voice a steady monotone.



<140-200-99mana-143 sleeping walking riding: none>-wake

You wake, and sit up.



<140-200-99mana-143 sitting walking riding: none>-barrier

You suffer from use of the Way.

You build a psychic barrier around your mind.



<140-200-99mana-133 sitting walking riding: none>-l

A Dusty, Cramped Chamber

This small, cramped chamber lies directly beneath the holding cell

above. A thick wooden ladder, now half-way rotten, climbs the northern wall

to open into a small trapdoor above. In the center of the room is a large

stone pedestal, roughly eight cords long and five cords wide. Atop this

pedestal rests what can only be a coffin, made from the blackest obsidian.

The dust is much thinner on the coffin than the rest of the chamber. A

general musty odor wafts about the chamber.

A giant wall of sand blocks the up exit.

A haze of sweet floral smoke permeates the room.

A glowing glowing yellow skull lies here.

A red stone incense burner has been set here.

A massive coffin of dark obsidian stands here, engraved with many runes.

A couple of angular basalt coffins are here.



<140-200-99mana-133 sitting walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Nilaz... fiends of nilaza"



<140-200-99mana-133 sitting walking riding: none>-

Eyes slowly opening, you say, in sirihish:

"Ah, you got me.. What can i say? I respect the strong and wise.."



You think:

"Remain calm, there can be a way out."



<140-200-99mana-133 sitting walking riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man yawns, wiping his eyes.





<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-l me

The skin of this human male is a dull copper hue and extremely

tough, covering his lean frame tightly. A couple bushy grey eyebrows are set over

his tiny, slanting eyes of blue color. His cheekbones are unusually high

and his face narrows towards a pointed, long chin. He is rather broad

shouldered and has a stooping posture. His arms are no more than a couple

piece of long bone, carrying no muscle at all. His chest and bony ribs are

likewise, adding a scary look to this man's appereance. At one half of his

face, a well made tattoo of red dragon is adorned.

The bony, dragon-tattooed man is in excellent condition.

His skin has a stonelike quality.



<worn on head> a dusty desert-camouflaged, sandcloth-covered cap

<worn in left ear> a dusty dangling jade earring

<worn in right ear> a dusty grey feather earring

<worn around neck> a dull black gem

<worn about throat> a dusty moonstone-set obsidian pendant

<worn on torso> a desert-camouflaged, sandcloth jacket

<worn on arms> a pair of desert-camouflaged, sandcloth sleeves

<worn on hands> an used dusty pair of desert-camouflaged, sandcloth gloves

<worn as belt> a leather waterbelt

<worn about waist> a leather waterbelt

<worn on legs> a new bloodied pair of desert-camouflaged, sandcloth leggings

<worn on right ankle> a dusty polished bone anklet

<worn on feet> a dusty pair of low-cut, brown boots



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-

In a soft, even chanting, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"I have a gift for you, beasts of nilaz.."



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>

With a deep voice, you say, in sirihish:

"Gift? I refuse to be a gift.."



You think:

"I'd supposed to be the one getting a gift today, my freedom."



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-

Someone's chanting stops, and he chuckles softly.



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-

His voice hoarse, you say, in sirihish:

"Hmm, it looks like am I of no use to you? There can be ways."



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-l

A Dusty, Cramped Chamber

This small, cramped chamber lies directly beneath the holding cell

above. A thick wooden ladder, now half-way rotten, climbs the northern wall

to open into a small trapdoor above. In the center of the room is a large

stone pedestal, roughly eight cords long and five cords wide. Atop this

pedestal rests what can only be a coffin, made from the blackest obsidian.

The dust is much thinner on the coffin than the rest of the chamber. A

general musty odor wafts about the chamber.

A giant wall of sand blocks the up exit.

A haze of sweet floral smoke permeates the room.

A glowing glowing yellow skull lies here.

A red stone incense burner has been set here.

A massive coffin of dark obsidian stands here, engraved with many runes.

A couple of angular basalt coffins are here.



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-

In a soft, even tone, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"No.."



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-l u

A giant wall of sand blocks the way.

The trapdoor is closed.



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-

weather

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"A fiend draws near.."



<140-200-99mana-142 sitting walking riding: none>-You have no feeling about the weather indoors.





<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Glancing about the chamber, you ask, in sirihish:

"This is weird? That i have no fear of death?"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Coughing a little, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"It is a tomb you find yourself within.. a tomb of an ancient person."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Quitely, you say, in sirihish:

"Nicely.. Looks like wher emy body will lie.. After all those years of meaningless service to HighLord, this would

be a great chance.."



You say, in sirihish:

"Can I turn this from here? Fuck."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-l in coffin

In an engraved obsidian coffin (here) :

nothing



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-l in 2.coffin

In an angular basalt coffin (here) :

nothing



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-200-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

Quitely, you say, in sirihish:

"It is the problem of trust, isnt it? You cannot trust me."



<140-200-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says to you, in sirihish:

"I know you've been lyin' to me. But that really isn' important."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Coughing a little, a male voice says to you, in sirihish:

"I am doin' as you asked.. removin' your gem."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-aaa

You can't seem to concentrate enough to cast your magick.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A male voice says, in sirihish:

"A fiend of nilaz is .. is the only one who can do it."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

With a deep voice, you say, in sirihish:

"You are simply wrong.. But i dont care anyways.. I justed wanted my gem to be removed, or i will die

anyways.."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Leaning back to an engraved obsidian coffin, you say, in sirihish:

"Templars or you, does that matter? But, again, you are wasting the chance to make use of me."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Speaking softly, his voice faintly echoing off the walls, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"You'll see... you'll be fine."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Quitely, you say, in sirihish:

"All i can ask was, remove that little lovely gem.. And i shall be your slave.. Or crazy

assassin, or anything.. Even without communicating with you.. Not a liability."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Yes.. I am."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Someone clears his throat and begins to chant softly.





<140-200-99mana-140 standing walking riding: none>-

Voice growning loud, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"I sense it! The fiend draws near! It comes to my call.."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Loudly, a male voice exclaims, in sirihish:

"Beast of Nilaz! The Plainslord calls you!"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Magickal currents begin to swirl around someone.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Someone utters the incantation, 'sul un nilaz dreth chran'.

A flat piece of slate folds in upon itself in someone's hands.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You think:

"Can Ruk forgive me for my ignorance? Can I be accepted free of my sins?"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Hands opening wide, you say, in sirihish:

"Anyways, take me to where i came .. My soil be alot, my mind be clear.."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-l

A Dusty, Cramped Chamber

This small, cramped chamber lies directly beneath the holding cell

above. A thick wooden ladder, now half-way rotten, climbs the northern wall

to open into a small trapdoor above. In the center of the room is a large

stone pedestal, roughly eight cords long and five cords wide. Atop this

pedestal rests what can only be a coffin, made from the blackest obsidian.

The dust is much thinner on the coffin than the rest of the chamber. A

general musty odor wafts about the chamber.

A giant wall of sand blocks the up exit.

A haze of sweet floral smoke permeates the room.

A glowing glowing yellow skull lies here.

A red stone incense burner has been set here.

A massive coffin of dark obsidian stands here, engraved with many runes.

A couple of angular basalt coffins are here.

A dust-colored horror is here, its claws clenched tightly.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-l horror

You look up at a dust-colored, clawed horror.

With a body either the color of sand, or made from a substance that

that looks like sand, the horror standing here is broad, with powerful

looking legs and arms. Narrow talons stretch out from the fingers and toes,

ending in razor-sharp points that look as if they could easily rend the

flesh from even the mightest beast. Standing over nine cords tall, this

creature is hideous to the point of causing minor discomfort to view it.

A dust-colored, clawed horror is in excellent condition.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-assess -v horror

It appears young for its race.

It is over twice your height.

It is many times heavier than you.

A dust-colored, clawed horror is in excellent condition.

A dust-colored, clawed horror looks completely rested.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

His voice soft, only a hint of fear evident, a male voice exclaims, in sirihish:

"Fiend of NilaZ!"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror uncurls its body from a crouched position as it appears, rising to its full, looming

height.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-qqq

You begin watching the up exit.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-You can't seem to concentrate enough to cast your magick.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Someone looks at a dust-colored, clawed horror, staggering a little on his feet.





<140-200-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

You think:

"Do i fear? No. Not anymore."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A puff of smoke issues forth from a spiral-carved red stone incense burner.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man pockets his hands and sits fully on an

engraved obsidian coffin, smiling coldly at a dust-colored, clawed horror.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Tentacles and polyps wriggle around something akin to it's mouth as a dust-colored, clawed horror turns a cold gaze at

you.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

His voice loud, but calm, a male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"Great Fiend.. I, the Plainslord, have called you to speak on matters of great weight."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"This... man here.. is a Stone-mage, collared by the Highlord Tektolnes.. an' he is a gift for you, if you answer

my questions."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

The wall of sand to above collapses and crumbles to the ground.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Someone utters the incantation, 'een un ruk mutur grol'.

Sand erupts from someone hands and a giant wall ascends, blocking the up exit.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You are a little thirsty.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-drink belt

You drink the water.

You are no longer thirsty.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Wiping his mouth with the back of a gloved hand, you say, in

sirihish:

"Ah, at least i had my last water.."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Tentacles writhing, gesturing a clawed talon at you, its voice like a hiss in the back of your mind, a dust-colored,

clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"This one...will not speak."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You say, in sirihish:

"If you are ready? You can take me.."



The bony, dragon-tattooed man closes his eyes and opens his arms spread, smiling still.



<140-200-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

You think:

"I feel so small, worthless. A sacrifice, that's the best I could become."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"I wish to follow the same path is Tektolnes.."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

His voice rising, a male voice exclaims to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"the path of the dragon!"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

His voice softer, a male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"But.. but I do not know the path.. the next step. I need your guidance"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Mumbling in a hoarse tune, eyes closed, you say, in sirihish:

"Mighty Ruk i am coming to you.. I am coming to your plane."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-stat

Your encumbrance is very light.

Relationship to the land is neutral.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.

You are affected by:

Fury, Stoneskin, Strength, Psionic Barrier

You are standing.

You are not refusing saves (nosave off).

You are being merciful.

You are watching the up exit.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

His voice rising again, a hint of confidence behind it, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"I have grown more powerful than most humans can."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Pacing in the circle, shadows seeming to move towards it as its voice echoes in the darkness, a dust-colored, clawed

horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"...Your questions..."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror asks, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"What guidance do you seek?"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"I need to know what to do to begin the path..."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

His voice becoming a little quieter, a male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"I know the path exists, I know there are several paths, but.. I don't know what next to do"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-think No sign of fear i have, mighty Ruk? Is this right?

You think:

"No sign of fear i have, mighty Ruk? Is this the end? Can you possibly forgive and accept me?"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

A male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"So that is the guidance I need from you."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

The puffs of smoke sucking towards it as it speaks, forming odd symbols in its wake as it paces, a dust-colored, clawed

horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"You must...be feared."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Feared.. yes.. of course."



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Looking to you, its voice echoing like a hiss, a dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"The Dragons Egg must be created...injested.."



<140-200-99mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror utters an incantation.

For a moment you feel compelled to run away, but you fight back the urge.



<140-200-99mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

Stepping towards the circle, stopping short of its boundary, staring at you, a dust-colored, clawed horror asks, in

unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"...interesting specimen. Where did you find it?"



<140-200-99mana-142 resting walking riding: none>-

Blinking dramatically, you rise and stand.



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

Softly, a male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"It sought me ought... wanted me to remove the gem that binds it to Tektolnes"



<140-200-99mana-142 standing walking riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<140-200-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

With a light chuckle, a male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"Which.. as your gift, I'm sure you'll manage to accomplish that for him"



<140-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

Coppery, compound eyes staring at you, a dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"The eggs must be infused with the life force of those who give it freely...and some who do not."



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

Muttered softly, mostly to himself, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Eggs."





<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

An inquisitive tone to his voice, a male voice asks a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"How do I create these dragon eggs?"



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

With a sly smile, you say, in sirihish:

"Yo'll fuck a dragon, then wait for the eggs."



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

Staring at you, a dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"The purest obsidian. Forged from and infused with pieces of each of the elemental planes. A component of each

sphere must be used to create it."



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

Looking sharp, you say to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in

sirihish:

"You got a funny master.. But he is strong.. That must be respected."



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

Stepping across the circle at you, a dust-colored, clawed horror says to you, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"...I am the master here."



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

Magickal currents begin to swirl around a dust-colored, clawed horror.



<105-200-99mana-103 standing walking riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror utters an incantation.

Blades slash out through the air from a dust-colored, clawed horror's hand in a deadly rain.

PANIC! You couldn't escape!



<105-200-99mana-102 standing running riding: none>-

Someone immediately crouches to the floor, covering his head instinctively.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror lifts its clawed hands, and flicks them towards you, sending the blades at you.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

Someone stands back to his full height, brushing himself off as he clears his throat.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-stat

Your encumbrance is very light.

Relationship to the land is neutral.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.

You are affected by:

Stoneskin, Strength, Psionic Barrier

You are standing.

You are not refusing saves (nosave off).

You are being merciful.

You aren't watching anything in particular.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror lifts a finger, stopping the blades just short of you.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-emo smiles at a blade inches far from his nose

The bony, dragon-tattooed man smiles at a blade inches far from his

nose.



<140-159-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

You think:

"It is about time."



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man stands motionless, hands spread open

and breath taken into lungs.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

With a derisive snort, a male voice asks you, in sirihish:

"So eager to die?"



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror asks you, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"Who said you were to die?"



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

You ask, in sirihish:

"After all, am i not a sacrifice for you?"



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"Where were we...Plainsman...this creature is boring me."



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A male voice says to a dust-colored, clawed horror, in sirihish:

"Purest obsidian.. component from each sphere."



<105-159-99mana-102 standing running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"Yes. For the first steps you must create a locus to house your power. Perhaps...this place. Perhaps some other

place."



<105-159-99mana-102 standing running riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<105-159-99mana-102 standing running riding: none>-

His voice echoing faintly off the walls, a male voice asks, in sirihish:

"How do I create this focus?"



<105-159-99mana-102 standing running riding: none>-

The wall of sand to above collapses and crumbles to the ground.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-l u

The trapdoor is closed.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

Magickal currents begin to swirl around someone.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"The first egg must be filled with the life forces of thr subjects. One of who must be willing."



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

Someone utters the incantation, 'een un ruk mutur grol'.

Sand erupts from someone hands and a giant wall ascends, blocking the up exit.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-rest (inside the blood drawn circle)

Inside the blood drawn circle, you sit down and rest your tired

bones.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A male voice says, in sirihish:

"I see.."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"The focus may be anything...though an altar created in a similar maner as the eggs is usually helpful."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

Magickal currents begin to swirl around a dust-colored, clawed horror.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror utters an incantation.

A dust-colored, clawed horror glares ominously at you, sending frightening images into your mind.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.

The walls press in on you, closer and closer, until you scream aloud in terror and flee.

You feel too relaxed to do that.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man waves his hand before red-gleaming

eyes, wincing and screaming.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

Snickering slightly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"An altar to me.. I like the idea of that."





<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"And as I said...you must be feared. This creature..."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror waves a hand at you, its cold gaze looking over you.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

An ominous tone to his voice, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"That.. I can do. I can bring fear to the world.."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

Nearly hissing, a male voice exclaims, in sirihish:

"I will give them such a reason to fear me that the world has never seen!"



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

Tentacles writhing, waving in the air, a dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"This creature is a pathetic example. "



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"If you are sincere in your efforts, Plainsman...there is much I can teach you."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A puff of smoke issues forth from a spiral-carved red stone incense burner.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

With a gesture to you, a dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"But your next gift should be...more impressive."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

Chuckling lightly, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"Yes.. of course."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man's hands shake as he shivers.



<140-159-99mana-141 standing walking riding: none>-

You think:

"I failed."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror asks, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"Have we finished?"



<105-159-99mana-102 resting running riding: none>-

Clearing his throat, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"I .. I believe so. You've set me along the path.. or at least, its beginning."



<105-159-99mana-102 resting running riding: none>-

Through his teeth, wincing, you exclaim, in sirihish:

"You are the ones being pathetic.. I do not fear you!! I do not!!"





<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

The bony, dragon-tattooed man's hands keep shaking as he crawls back

to the blood drawn circle.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-A Dusty, Cramped Chamber

This small, cramped chamber lies directly beneath the holding cell

above. A thick wooden ladder, now half-way rotten, climbs the northern wall

to open into a small trapdoor above. In the center of the room is a large

stone pedestal, roughly eight cords long and five cords wide. Atop this

pedestal rests what can only be a coffin, made from the blackest obsidian.

The dust is much thinner on the coffin than the rest of the chamber. A

general musty odor wafts about the chamber.

A giant wall of sand blocks the up exit.

A haze of sweet floral smoke permeates the room.

A glowing glowing yellow skull lies here.

A red stone incense burner has been set here.

A massive coffin of dark obsidian stands here, engraved with many runes.

A couple of angular basalt coffins are here.

A dust-colored horror is here, its claws clenched tightly.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-sc

You are Halil.

Sdesc: the bony, dragon-tattooed man

Objective:

Long Description:

Code Generated Long Description.



You are 36 years, 2 months, and 196 days old,

which by your race and appearance is mature.

You are 70 inches tall, and weigh 6 ten-stone.

Your strength is absolutely incredible, your agility is below average,

your wisdom is average, and your endurance is very good.

You are neither hungry nor thirsty.

Your health is 105(105), you have 99(99) mana, 159(159) stamina,

and 103(103) stun.



You have been playing for 30 days and 0 hours.

You are resting.

You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

His voice echoing off the walls a little, a male voice says, in sirihish:

"I have much to do...an' this gift of yours has finally shown the fear you deserve, great fiend."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

Gazing at you, a dust-colored, clawed horror says, in unnaturally toneless sirihish:

"Indeed."



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

You suffer from use of the Way.



<105-159-99mana-103 resting running riding: none>-

His hands shaking, you rise and stand.





The ground thuds as a dust-colored, clawed horror takes heavy steps over to you, grasping you by the ankle.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-Rushing at a dust-colored, clawed horror with a booming cry, you

exclaim, in sirihish:

"My Great Lord Ruk! I come to you! Without fear!!"



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-

A dim glowing, dull-yellow skull grows dim.



<105-159-99mana-103 standing running riding: none>-kill horror

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.



<105-159-99mana-103 fighting: a dust-colored, clawed horror running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror whips your body, inflicting a grievous wound.



<75-159-99mana-90 fighting: a dust-colored, clawed horror running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror whips your head, doing frightening damage.



<21-159-99mana-55 fighting: a dust-colored, clawed horror running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror viciously whips you on your arm.



<1-159-99mana-54 fighting: a dust-colored, clawed horror running riding: none>-

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror swiftly dodges your hit.

A dust-colored, clawed horror lightly whips your body.



<-4-159-99mana-40 mortally wounded running riding: none>-

You cannot maintain your psychic barrier.



<-4-159-99mana-40 mortally wounded running riding: none>-l

You are on the verge of death, unable to do anything.



<-4-159-99mana-40 mortally wounded running riding: none>-

Someone snickers softly as someone makes short work of you.



<-4-159-99mana-40 mortally wounded running riding: none>-

Someone sucks on you head with a tentacle.



<-4-159-99mana-40 mortally wounded running riding: none>-

You may:

(C) Disconnect from character (V) Toggle ANSI/VT100 mode

(B) Toggle 'brief' menus (D) Documentation menu

(M) Mail menu (S) Stats of your character

(E) Enter Zalanthas (X) Exit Armageddon

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Choose thy fate:



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