| ///Suicide Satai! ///Logged by PoPan(obv) ///Christmas Eve! What a present! ///Aight, Phyllo, Troc and I were chillin at the Grimlocks.. waiting for Troc to get back from his little AFKness. Macey came up while I was with Phyllo and asked to talk to him, and he agreed. I waited back with Troc when... > A ring of mystical fire begins to burn in the air. A mystic image forms in the ring of fire resembling that of Phyllo saying: where'd ya go! Gettin attacked. Lotsa heretics! The image slowly disappears... The ring of fire slowly disappears from view. You are standing in a low ceilinged tunnel. There appears to have been a cave in, because HUGE boulders and rocks have fallen and blocked further progress deeper into the mountain. You catch a faint whiff of the smell of decay and rot. The tunnel appears to have been hewn out of the rock and dirt by some primitive race using primitive tools. You can't be sure, but it appears as if these tunnels are very, very old. There are two obvious exits: east, west. A white skeleton of a half-orc. Troc. You are standing in a low ceilinged tunnel. There appears to have been a cave in, because HUGE boulders and rocks have fallen and blocked further progress out of the mountain. The tunnel appears to have been hewn out of the rock and dirt by some primitive race using primitive tools. You can't be sure, but it appears as if these tunnels are very, very old. There are two obvious exits: east, west. Drakkor and Travin with a raven on his shoulder. You have wandered into a fairly large cavern with tunnels radiating off of it in almost all directions. Many footprints mark the dust on the floor. Noises seem to be coming from all directions because of the echoes. Foul stenches assault you from all angles. To the west, you hear some low chanting and groaning reaching fever pitch, then dying down again. The tunnels and caves appear to have been hewn out of the rock and dirt by some primitive race using primitive tools. You can't be sure, but it appears as if these tunnels are very, very old. You notice marks and blood on the floor, surrounded by many footprints, as if something had been killed here and then eaten.. You can leave: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, down. Dewi, Macey, Phyllo (spattered in gore), a nervous light-skinned neuter grimlock, a nervous twisted neuter grimlock and a short white-skinned neuter grimlock. Phyllo is fighting Dewi and Macey. Dewi is fighting Phyllo. ///Bah, its only Macey and Dewi, nothing huge.. I think.. You peer. > Macey seems to be slightly unaware of her surroundings for a moment. Dewi tickles the abdomen of Phyllo with the blunt side of her left claw. Dewi tickles the left arm of Phyllo with the blunt side of her bite. You changed your fighting mood. You spin around and move in front of Phyllo, defending him. > Dewi aims at you with her right claw, but you defend yourself. Dewi aims at you with her left claw, but you defend yourself. Dewi aims at you with her bite, but you defend yourself. Macey's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. Macey's eyes narrow and focus onto some point in midair. ///Hmm.. not so just Macey anymore.. Two words.. Oh shit. Travin arrives. With a quick fluid motion, almost too fast to watch, Travin skillfully draws his sleek black katana and sleek black wakizashi. Travin readies his sleek black katana at you and screams: Tremble before Asgoth! You feel a little scared by Travin's scream, and an uneasy feeling spreads through you. You feel your discipline fading. The large black male raven spreads his wings and lifts himself up. Drakkor arrives. ///Oh shit times two. Dewi aims at you with her right claw, but you defend yourself. Dewi aims at you with her left claw, but you defend yourself. Dewi aims at you with her bite, but you defend yourself. Travin tickles your left arm with his wakizashi. Your wounds start to bleed. Travin tickles your right arm with his katana. You say to Macey in xyllic: stop.. > Drakkor guards the east exit. Your wounds stopped bleeding. Travin grabs your head, and smashes a knee in your face! Ouch! Your wounds start to bleed. You draw the golden tschekal from your large scabbard. You wield the golden tschekal in your right hand and left hand. > Drakkor grabs your head, and smashes a knee in your face! Ouch! Dewi aims at you with her right claw, but you parry. Dewi aims at you with her left claw, but you parry. Dewi aims at you with her bite, but you parry. Drakkor hits your left leg with his naginata, but your armour absorbs the damage. <Satais> Pan: I am attacked in Grimlocks! > Travin aims at you with his wakizashi, but you parry. Travin hurts your torso with the blunt side of his katana. You are bleeding! Dewi aims at you with her right claw, but you parry. Dewi aims at you with her left claw, but you parry. Dewi aims at you with her bite, but you parry. Drakkor grabs your head, and smashes a knee in your face! Ouch! <Satais> Pan: Travin, Drakokr > Travin tickles your torso with the blunt side of his wakizashi. Travin aims at you with his katana, but you parry. Drakkor hurts your right leg with the blunt side of his naginata. <Satais> Otheym: On my way Travin states quietly in xyllic: stunning her Dewi aims at you with her right claw, but you parry. Dewi tickles your abdomen with the blunt side of her left claw. Dewi aims at you with her bite, but you parry. You feel your discipline increasing. Travin hurts your abdomen with the blunt side of his wakizashi. Travin grazes your abdomen with the blunt side of his katana. Drakkor smashs your torso with the blunt side of his naginata. Travin tries to hit your golden tschekal with his sleek black katana, but fails. Drakkor unwields a long rune-covered naginata. Drakkor sheathes a long rune-covered naginata in his leather strap. With a quick fluid motion, almost too fast to watch, Drakkor skillfully draws his black katana and black wakizashi. Phyllo grumbles in xyllic: Ya leave her be! You become unconscious. You feel cold steel slashing your throat, parting your body and soul. You become unconscious. You died. You can see your dead body from above. Your ghost state allows you to travel 'start'. (really cool vision please see your nearest aw and piss him off) ///Well here is the rest of the fight with Phyllo and Macey... kinda Travin shakes his head at you. Phyllo's wounds stopped bleeding. Travin states quietly in xyllic: NOT HERE Macey tickles the left leg of Phyllo with her runic staff. Phyllo's wounds start to bleed. Macey goes back. <Satais> Pan: I died. > Phyllo wakes up. Phyllo comes up with the body. Phyllo's wounds stopped bleeding. Dewi tickles the right leg of Phyllo with the blunt side of her right claw. > Phyllo stands up again. Drakkor looks at you. Drakkor smirks. Phyllo rolls back over his shoulder, quickly jumping onto his feet again! Phyllo falls unconscious. > Travin laughs. Phyllo wakes up. Phyllo comes up with the body. Dewi is fighting Phyllo. Macey is fighting Phyllo. > Travin grins at Drakkor. Phyllo rolls back over his shoulder, quickly jumping onto his feet again! Phyllo starts moving west. Phyllo stomps west. <Satais> Otheym: What should I do? You sigh. > Macey starts moving west. Macey skips out west. Dewi leaves west. Travin guards the east exit. <Satais> Pan: Dont bother.. They'll kill you too. > <Satais> Otheym: I'm right at the harbour of clouds. Drakkor guards the east exit. Travin states quietly to you in xyllic: You need to stay out of our way child <Satais> Otheym: Sitting right outside the harbour. <Satais> Pan: Wow.. that was a weird vision.. > <Satais> Otheym: Why did they attack you? <Satais> Otheym: Aye, I know... I've seen it twice Travin nods slightly to the large black male raven. <Satais> Otheym: Did they kill you, or fakeslay you? The large black male raven alights onto Travin's shoulder. Travin looks at you. <Satais> Pan: Umm.. I dunno. > Travin states quietly to you in xyllic: unwield your weapon <Satais> Pan: I am no ghost. > <Satais> Otheym: Are you a ghost? > <Satais> Otheym: You were fakeslain. <Satais> Otheym: You weren't killed > <Satais> Otheym: Nothing to worry about, tho your fitness condition will suffer the same. You unwield the golden tschekal. You sheathe your golden tschekal in your scabbard. > <Satais> Otheym: The cut on your neck will bleed for a while.... You ask in xyllic: Why you attack him? > Drakkor looks at you. <Satais> Otheym: And you'll have a nice scar for even longer. Drakkor raises his eyebrow. Travin states quietly to you in xyllic: she attacks him <Satais> Otheym: But you didn't die. Drakkor thunders mysteriously in xyllic: We didn't attack him. Travin states quietly to you in xyllic: we're here because of honourless beasts like you You say in xyllic: Why she attack him? You raise your eyebrow at Travin. > Drakkor says to you in xyllic: Why don't u ask her? You say to Travin in xyllic: Honorless? > Travin states quietly to you in xyllic: none of your business Phyllo drifts around. Travin nods to Phyllo. Drakkor smiles at Phyllo. <Satais> Otheym: Did they leave? Macey dances in. Dewi arrives. Macey starts moving west. Macey skips out west. Dewi leaves west. <Satais> Pan: Not yet. > Drakkor stops guarding east. Phyllo grumbles in xyllic: fhif how ya want it, aye Drakkor? Drakkor raises his eyebrow. Macey dances in. Dewi arrives. Travin laughs at Phyllo. Macey nods. You say to Phyllo in xyllic: I will get your stuff if needed. > Travin states quietly in xyllic: I remember the last war with your guild Travin states quietly in xyllic: how many hours did it last? Drakkor asks Phyllo in xyllic: What is this you speak of? Drakkor asks Phyllo in xyllic: Did I lay a finger on you? With a twist of his wrist Drakkor turns his black katana and black wakizashi towards himself and sheaths them. Phyllo grumbles in xyllic: ya here, ain't ya? Travin laughs. You ask Macey in xyllic: Why did you attack him? > Phyllo grumbles in xyllic: ya here in fupport of da heretic witch. You ask Macey in xyllic: Why did you kill him? > <Satais> Otheym: The last time I was attacked, was by those same pair. <Satais> Otheym: Ambushed me in Razza. Macey sings quietly in xyllic: he called me liar You say to Macey in xyllic: and.. thats a reason to kill someone? > Travin stops guarding east. Macey sings quietly in xyllic: accused me in court <Satais> Otheym: My only advice if you come across them... assume a completely defensive mood, and do your best to stay on your feet and escape.... Macey sings quietly in xyllic: Yes Phyllo grumbles in xyllic: Macey you are a liar and now ya proved it. <Satais> Pan: I was completely defensive, didnt try to hit em. > Macey sings quietly in xyllic: If you call someone a liar You say in xyllic: Wow. > <Satais> Otheym: Aye. Well, you did your best, I'm sure Macey sings quietly in xyllic: you better be ready to defund yourself Phyllo starts moving west. Phyllo blows west. Phyllo drifts around. Travin crosses his arms over his chest. Phyllo grumbles in xyllic: Pan, ya get my belonginf pleafe? You nod to Phyllo. ///Well.. that sucked.. alot.. Now I get to bleed all over the place.. horray! I proceeded to get Phyllo's stuff etc. |