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A cowled dark-robed man arrives.
You nod to the man in greeting.
Venrath nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Linsha nods to the dark-robed man.
Querthose turns to face a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "You shields are ready."
You say, "Your too."
You chuckle.
Speaking tersely to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose asks, "Oh look who decided to show up. Been enjoying your damn vacation?"
Rontuu says, "You mean his bait..."
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Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "A good eve to die I hear."
Krolnivar says, "Good as any."
Auriia stares at Querthose.
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "Do you have an urge to become a stain on the ground before I even *conciously* put you in peril?"
A cowled dark-robed man peers at Querthose.
(Venrath takes a few steps away from Querthose.)
You laugh out loud!
Moredin says, "Do it. I'm curious."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Sit down. And shut up. Or I'll *leave* you where we're going."
Speaking sarcastically to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose says, "Apparently not nearly as restful as we had hoped."
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Speaking to Querthose, Auriia says, "Knowledge is gained by listening, not speaking."
Speaking darkly to Auriia, Querthose says, "Good, show us how it's done."
Moredin groans.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So. Finish your preparations, and I'll begin by discussing what to expect."
Speaking to Querthose, Auriia says, "First you stop moving your lips."
Moredin turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
Auriia appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Querthose turns away from Auriia, ignoring her.
Moredin exclaims, "Koar's armpit, stop that infernal casting!"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If you take an overly long amount of time, I'll just still the flows in the room."
Jenovadeath snickers.
Querthose turns to face a cowled dark-robed man.
Lacing his fingers together, Querthose's body stiffens as he listens quietly.
Rekarth ponders.
Lahanna paces back and forth.
Rekarth shrugs.
Moredin mutters under his breath.
Rontuu asks, "Chances are likely that our preparations will be for naught... Shall we exercise the practice of silence instead?"
Moredin nods to the dark-robed man.
Venrath mutters herding_cats.
Moredin says, "I suggest stilling the flows."
A cowled dark-robed man raises a hand.
Rekarth gestures.
The magic fizzles ineffectually.
Moredin nods to the dark-robed man.
Moredin says, "Well done."
Mistros grins.
Suzan chuckles.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Marginally better."
You agree with a cowled dark-robed man.
Querthose starts chortling.
Suzan grins.
Moredin rolls his eyes.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will be attempting to open the rift to where Vellinos currently resides. As I've mentioned, we sent in some surprises for him lately. These would include both demonic and undead creatures."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, should I be unable to reign any of them in, feel free to dispatch them at your will."
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see an errant shadow, a cowled dark-robed man, a coiling dingy orange abyran'a, a robed figure, a sapphire-eyed zorchar verlok'ar that is flying around, an ashen grey red-eyed grantris, the Jteim disk, a robed figure and the Elsun disk.
Also here: Mekthros, Lord Syberus, Lady Shalla, Lord Moredin who is sitting, Querthose, Lord Krolnivar, Linsha, Jurporia, Kastrel, Jenovadeath, Rontuu who is sitting, Venrath, Suzan who is sitting, Grand Lord Mistros who is sitting, Great Lady Jteim who is sitting, Great Lord Elsun who is sitting, Levihathan, Avelorn, Lady Lahanna, Rekarth, Lord Hadiar, Auriia
Obvious exits: out
You nod to the dark-robed man.
You say, "Or be dispatched by them at will."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
You chuckle to yourself.
Mekthros says, "One of the two."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Indeed."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Now."
Moredin rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Rontuu says, "I do not suppose anyone recalls which demons we should not implode for safety...."
Rontuu smirks.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "There is one very important thing which you *must* abide by."
Auriia turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros says, "Oculoths and Vathors."
Moredin cocks his head at a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros cocks his head at a cowled dark-robed man.
Kastrel turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
Syberus says, "Vathor and..."
Mekthros says, "Oculoth."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "You must *listen* to me. If any of you do something half-witted, you could very well cause the knowledge we seek to be lost. Forever."
Querthose frowns.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, if it's moving, and it's demonic and full of gnashing teeth, feel free to destroy it."
Syberus nods.
Rekarth glances around the room.
Mekthros says, "Half-witted things? From this crowd? I'm sure we'll be fine."
Moredin scoffs at Mekthros.
Linsha snickers.
You laugh out loud!
Moredin seems a bit less imposing.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If it's something *else*, wait for my insight, or else I will bring the full brunt of the Council down upon anyone responsible for such a folly, should you survive."
Syberus asks, "Any magics we should or shouldn't use?"
Moredin snickers.
Jenovadeath gets a confused look on his face, as if suddenly aware of reality.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Implosion is notoriously ineffective against some demons."
Querthose softly says, "As is everything else, generally speaking."
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Moredin adopts an agreeable expression.
Mekthros says, "And imploding an oculoth will make it quite happy."
Mekthros says, "And get us all killed."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So. I assume we're ready."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will begin."
Jenovadeath removes a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers from in his dark grey vest.
Kastrel nods to the dark-robed man.
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Auriia shivers.
Jurporia nods to the dark-robed man.
With a serene smile, you lace your fingers together in quiet repose.
Auriia places a hand over her heart.
Moredin watches a cowled dark-robed man closely for a moment.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Suzan smiles.
A cowled dark-robed man raises a hand, and the flow of mana once again streams into the area.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do not make me regret doing that. I need concentration."
Syberus nods.
Auriia says, "I wonder if it is wise to bring demons with us...to where we go....."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I doubt they'll be able to follow."
Querthose softly says, "I don't know about you, but I am perfectly capable of controling my demon."
Querthose darkly says, "Bother."
Mekthros stares off into space.
Auriia appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Venrath nods.
A cowled dark-robed man stands at a seemingly random spot, and points the dagger downward. Strange fractal patterns of light emerge on the ground, mirroring the odder patterns upon the blade of the dagger. A strange *thrum* echoes through the air.
Moredin ponders.
>l man
Mostly hidden in the folds of his robe, you can see faint features every now and again that paint him as an elf of Faendryl lineage. Between the shadows, dark golden eyes occasionally flash through, while the tips of the steel grey hair that hang low over his face only serve to cloak his face in further shadow. He holds a pale sephwir staff in one hand, while his robes are absolutely cluttered with bags and pouches. Nevertheless, he carries himself with an air of nearly royal dignity and elegance.
Auriia shivers.
Auriia glances at Syberus.
Syberus peers quizzically at Auriia.
Auriia says, "That hum...reminds me of another time."
Auriia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Syberus says, "Ah."
Syberus nods.
Moredin shifts his weight, restlessly leaning back and forth.
Mekthros checks his footing.
A cowled dark-robed man raises the dagger, and as he does so, the space around it seems to *fold* inward toward the edge of the blade, and then *snaps* back, revealing a thin slit that leads into blackness as he fluidly slices upwards, creating a fine rip in space itself.
Mekthros says, "Well, that's interesting."
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see a vast black rip, a robed figure, an errant shadow, a cowled dark-robed man, a coiling dingy orange abyran'a, a wide-scaled smoky green abyran'a, a sapphire-eyed zorchar verlok'ar that is flying around, an ashen grey red-eyed grantris, the Jteim disk, a five-taloned reddish-orange grik'tval and the Elsun disk.
Also here: Yactaevia, Mekthros, Lord Syberus, Lady Shalla, Lord Moredin, Querthose, Lord Krolnivar, Linsha, Jurporia, Kastrel, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Venrath, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Levihathan, Avelorn, Lady Lahanna, Rekarth, Lord Hadiar, Auriia
Obvious exits: out
Auriia shivers
.
Querthose takes some bleached snake bone prayerbeads off from around his waist.
Querthose grasp his snake bone prayerbeads firmly, whispering a prayer to Luukos.
Moredin gazes thoughtfully at the black rip.
Querthose puts some bleached snake bone prayerbeads around his waist.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It would be done. Now I merely need to... widen it."
Querthose squints at a vast black rip.
Rontuu says, "Quite interesting..."
Krolnivar gazes thoughtfully at the black rip.
Moredin says, "Indeed."
Querthose coughs.
Linsha takes a moment to observe a vast black rip.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "When I do. Step through. But be cautious, anything could be waiting on the other side."
Auriia stares at a vast black rip.
Rontuu nods.
Moredin asks, "Anyone forming a group?"
A cowled dark-robed man murmurs something, and the rip widens.
Rontuu says, "Might be wise..."
Mekthros glances at a vast black rip.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Go."
>go rip
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, the Elsun disk, the Jteim disk, a twisted black corpse that appears dead and a twisted black corpse that appears dead.
Also here: Yactaevia, Venrath, Jurporia, Lord Hadiar, Levihathan, Rekarth, Avelorn, Lady Lahanna, Kastrel, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Linsha, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Lord Krolnivar, Mekthros, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest
A twisted black corpse rots away, leaving nothing behind.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Querthose softly says, "Sorry Mekthros."
Jenovadeath snickers
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as he stumbles in!
Moredin says, "Nice."
Querthose traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Querthose gestures at a twisted black corpse.
CS: +396 - TD: +114 + CvA: +25 + d100: +91 == +398
Warding failed!
... and hits for 42 points of damage!
A twisted black corpse is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
... 85 points of damage!
Back burnt to the bone. Smoke curls up from what's left of a twisted black corpse.
The black corpse is stunned!
The black corpse shrugs off the cold.
... 30 points of damage!
Stunning arc of electricity fuses left leg at knee.
It is knocked to the ground!
... 25 points of damage!
Strong blow to left arm breaks it!
Mekthros traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Mekthros gestures at a twisted black corpse.
CS: +501 - TD: +114 + CvA: +25 + d100: +3 == +415
Warding failed!
Massive internal disruption.
... 60 points of damage!
The black corpse's stomach rips through flesh and explodes.
The black corpse wails in terrifying pain one last time and lies still.
Jenovadeath put a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers in his dark grey vest.
Rontuu traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
You see a fairly typical black corpse that is lying down.
He appears to be dead.
He has severe head trauma and bleeding from his ears.
He has nothing at this time.
Stumbling, staggering, cartwheeling wildly, the black corpse moves like a large marionette controlled by a drunken hand. Bits of flesh, sinew and disintegrating rags hang from its bony humanoid skeleton. The corpse hunts the living relentlessly, driven by an envy of the living world apparent in his hate-filled eyes.
Mekthros says, "Well."
Jurporia gestures at Querthose.
CS: +493 - TD: +421 + CvA: +12 + d100: +48 - -5 == +137
Warding failed!
Querthose is suddenly engulfed in an explosion of pure essence and brilliant white fire!
... and hits for 27 points of damage!
Some black ora serpent scaled leathers traced with veniom partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to right leg burns skin bright red.
... 20 points of damage!
Left arm is shattered by cold blast!
He is stunned!
... 30 points of damage!
Electric blast goes right to the heart! Fibrillation can be fun.
* Querthose drops dead at your feet!
The air calms down around Querthose.
A shadow seems to detach itself from Querthose's body, swiftly dissipating into the air.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Querthose.
The bright luminescence fades from around Querthose.
The silvery luminescence fades from around Querthose.
The deep blue glow leaves Querthose.
The opalescent aura fades from around Querthose.
The light blue glow leaves Querthose.
Querthose glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Querthose seems a bit less imposing.
The very powerful look leaves Querthose.
The white light leaves Querthose.
The layer of stone surrounding Querthose crumbles away.
The powerful look leaves Querthose.
Querthose doesn't seem quite the same as he was a moment ago.
Querthose appears somehow different.
A white glow rushes away from Querthose.
The air about Querthose stops shimmering.
The tingling sensation and sense of security leaves Querthose.
The dim aura fades from around Querthose.
Querthose seems to lose some dexterity.
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Querthose suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
* Querthose just bit the dust!
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Moredin exclaims, "What next?!"
Venrath deftly removes the barbed leather whip from her waistcincher.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm. They did not look as such when we threw them in here."
Suzan blinks.
The blackness swirls about in the sky, resembling a massive vortex before it collapses.
Suzan rubs Querthose.
Kastrel softly says, "Well . . ."
Mekthros says, "Clear your targets, people."
The ghostly voice of Querthose softly asks, "WHAT?"
Rontuu says, "I'd say you missed..."
Moredin asks, "Gah...one already?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "What a horrible accident."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Let's move on."
Jurporia curses darkly, his eyes narrowing in spite.
Auriia frowns.
Moredin stares off into space.
Mistros eyes a cowled dark-robed man up and down with a thoughtful expression on his face.
The ghostly voice of Querthose angrily says, "You damn fool."
Moredin eyes a cowled dark-robed man up and down with a thoughtful expression on his face.
You eye a cowled dark-robed man up and down as if pondering its viability as a hunting partner.
Syberus says, "If ya have a minute I can raise em."
Kastrel softly says, "That was certainly uncalled for."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "We will need all our numbers."
Moredin snickers.
The spirit of Querthose mutters, complaining bitterly about his state of affairs.
Mekthros says, "Resurrect him."
Mekthros says, "Be quick."
You peer northeast and see ...
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest
Mekthros removes a vaalin-edged black alloy buckler from in a black leather harness.
Syberus begins to do his best to bandage Querthose's wounded left arm.
The ghostly voice of Querthose angrily says, "I cannot cast."
The ghostly voice of Querthose angrily says, "My nerves are shot from the fool."
Mekthros says, "Get him up."
Jurporia curses fluently.
Syberus asks, "You want to be animated and walk with us then?"
Rontuu says, "Querthose, I respect you, and consider you a friend..."
Syberus chuckles.
The surroundings close in for a moment as a blood-red haze overcomes your vision, then irreality sets in once more.
Rontuu says, "But I must admit I found that amusing."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Mekthros nods to Moredin.
Mekthros says, "If you want."
Moredin stares off into space.
Jurporia manages to offend an inordinate number of gods with an especially vitriolic spasm of oaths.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If there are any demons in the area, they've likely been attracted by that scream."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do make haste."
Krolnivar eyes a cowled dark-robed man up and down with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Parrasite grumbles.
Moredin says, "Rather not be in the group that kills each other."
Moredin coughs.
Syberus gestures at Querthose.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Syberus encompassing Querthose's corpse.
Mekthros says, "Spells on him when he wakes."
Rekarth nods to the dark-robed man.
Mekthros says, "And manage the nerves."
Auriia says, "I have lichen and bolmara."
Syberus gestures at Querthose.
Syberus suddenly looks very drained.
A bolt of soft white light streaks down from the sky bathing Querthose in it.
A brilliant glow forms around Querthose, lingers for a moment, and finally fades. Querthose awakens looking somewhat confused and seriously drained.
Jteim softly asks, "Is there a group?"
You ponder.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm, lovely. Mazes. I do hate mazes."
Querthose angrily says, "I still cannot cast."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, you ask, "Will you be leading the group then?"
Moredin says, "Great...I HATE mazes."
Mekthros says, "Take the bolmara potion."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Shalla asks, "Won't you lead us?"
Querthose softly says, "I cannot accept it."
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "I'll be following. From behind. If I die, you're pretty much trapped here, remember?"
Querthose softly says, "Drop it."
Mekthros says, "Drop it."
Moredin frowns at a cowled dark-robed man.
You grin maniacally!
Moredin asks, "Behind?"
You say, "Good plan then."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Moredin says, "Sounds like you're baiting us."
Querthose softly says, "Need more."
Parrasite asks, "What dangers will there be?"
Parrasite says, "I have voided myself of all spells."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That would be the idea."
Rekarth ponders.
Moredin scowls at a cowled dark-robed man.
Rontuu says, "Baiting us? I doubt that..."
Mekthros says, "Yes, why don't you just make a flanking maneuver if we managed to become surrounded, will you."
Mekthros nods to the dark-robed man.
Moredin says, "Make it worth it."
Rontuu says, "More likely keeping himself alive."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Querthose softly says, "I cannot accept an item."
Syberus points northeast.
Querthose softly says, "Drop it ."
Speaking to Parrasite, Mistros says, "Well that might not of been the best idea."
Rekarth glances around the area.
Discordant screams peal ceaselessly around you, and then are blown away by a brisk, chill wind.
Jenovadeath laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We do need to get a move on."
Rontuu says, "The noises are unsettling."
Moredin asks, "Are we between planes?"
Moredin glances around the area.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We are elsewhere, that is certain."
A cowled dark-robed man just went north.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Rontuu says, "Who shall lead the path through the maze? It is likely best that we are all together."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm."
You glance at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes, agreed. Someone will need to lead us out of here, at the very least."
Querthose softly says, "Almost ready."
Querthose softly says, "Give me sixty seconds."
Mekthros nods.
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as she stumbles in!
The surroundings close in for a moment as a blood-red haze overcomes your vision, then irreality sets in once more.
Parrasite says, "I volunteer."
Mekthros says, "You've got that."
Mekthros says, "I think."
You point northeast.
Moredin says, "Sancted."
Jenovadeath says, "This place certainly adds a bit of spice compared to the humdrum life at Ta'Illistim."
Jenovadeath gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Mekthros says, "It's a bloody sanctuary for the moment."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, you say, "Northeast."
Venrath nods to you.
Speaking to you, Venrath says, "I think so too."
Rontuu says, "Agreed."
A cowled dark-robed man takes a moment to study the corpse.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Interesting."
Venrath eyes a cowled dark-robed man up and down with a thoughtful expression on her face.
Jenovadeath agrees that a twisted black corpse must die!
Moredin gazes thoughtfully at a twisted black corpse.
Rekarth glances at a twisted black corpse.
You glance at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Quite interesting changes you've suffered from being a mere low-grade zombie."
Jurporia says, "Suprised they haven't managed to drop the sanct yet."
Moredin says, "Looks familiar."
Mekthros asks, "So, who's leading this damned crew?"
A twisted black corpse shuffles about with a forlorn wail!
A twisted black corpse glares at Mistros with hatred in her eyes.
Jenovadeath says, "You are."
Moredin says, "I'm folloing Mekthros."
Mekthros says, "...I see."
Krolnivar snickers.
Speaking to Mekthros, Moredin says, "Makes you the prime target."
Shalla adjusts the folds of her black leather cloak.
Moredin nods to Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "Well why the hell do I always have to lead."
Moredin snickers.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, you ask, "I can see stuff off to the northeast, shall we head that way?"
Mekthros asks, "Querthose, you ready?"
Yactaevia asks, "Loudest one?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We might as well."
A cowled dark-robed man just went northeast.
Rontuu says, "I believe your notoriously amusing personality is what nominated you..."
Suzan smiles.
Moredin says, "After him."
You point northeast.
J>go ne
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Kastrel
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest
Mekthros's group just arrived.
Querthose softly says, "I'm low on blood."
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Querthose stares at Jurporia.
Mekthros says, "Eat this."
Querthose coldly says, "I should take it from you."
Querthose accepts Mekthros's fried gopher.
Mekthros says, "I'm serious."
Querthose takes a bite of his fried gopher.
Querthose looks a little better.
The surroundings close in for a moment as a blood-red haze overcomes your vision, then irreality sets in once more.
Mekthros says, "I realize it's a gopher."
Jurporia nods to Querthose.
Querthose takes a bite of his fried gopher.
Querthose looks a little better.
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Suzan softly says, "Gopher."
Suzan chuckles.
Querthose coldly says, "Thank you."
Mekthros searches around for a moment.
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The moments one endured when semi-trapped in an unexplored plane of horror."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Mekthros says, "Here, have another gopher."
A cowled dark-robed man just went north.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Suzan grins.
Mekthros offers Querthose a skewer of fried gopher.
Querthose accepts Mekthros's fried gopher.
Querthose put a skewer of fried gopher in his scaled ritual robe.
Querthose nods to Mekthros.
Rontuu says, "Any direction is good I suppose."
Mekthros says, "No, no, the gopher's much better."
Querthose softly says, "Thank you."
Mekthros nods.
Querthose softly says, "I'm fine now."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Let us cease worrying about the uneaten state of gophers and more about the integrity of our spell circle."
Jenovadeath snickers.
Mistros nods to the dark-robed man.
Venrath says, "No way seems different that another."
Rontuu agrees with a cowled dark-robed man.
Spectral fog rolls in, lit up by red and black hues -- forming talons that seemingly claw at you, then fade away harmlessly.
Mekthros nods.
Mekthros says, "Let's."
Lahanna paces back and forth.
Suzan nods to the dark-robed man.
Moredin frowns.
Auriia shudders.
Moredin says, "I didn't like the look of that."
Mekthros says, "Scout the damn area, and whoever doesn't come back went the right way."
Venrath frowns.
Kastrel just went southwest.
Kastrel just arrived.
Lord Krolnivar just went north.
Lord Krolnivar just arrived.
Mekthros says, "Or they went the wrong way are they're already dead."
A cowled dark-robed man just went east.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Kastrel just went west.
Kastrel just arrived.
Lord Krolnivar just went northwest.
Lord Krolnivar just arrived.
Rontuu starts chortling.
Lord Krolnivar just went west.
Lord Krolnivar just arrived.
Moredin searches around for a moment.
Lord Krolnivar just went southwest.
Lord Krolnivar just arrived.
Auriia gets an odd look on her face for a moment.
Jenovadeath searches around for a moment.
Querthose searches around for a moment.
Rontuu says, "At least someone is utilizing a semblance of intelligence."
Rontuu nods to Hadiar.
A cowled dark-robed man just went southwest.
Querthose searches around for a moment.
Moredin snickers.
Rontuu says, "Regardless of whether or not it worked."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Syberus says, "Hmm."
Mekthros wraps his hooded leather cloak tightly around himself, as if to keep out the cold.
Auriia searches around for a moment.
Lord Hadiar just went southwest.
Suzan grins.
J>sw
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Lord Hadiar, Venrath, Kastrel
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest
Mekthros's group just arrived.
Ribbons of blackness swirl like blood in water upon the chaotic sky.
Mekthros's group just went east.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Mekthros says, "This looked good."
Rontuu says, "Agreed..."
Mekthros's group just went north.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Levihathan, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Venrath, Linsha, Mekthros
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest
Rontuu says, "Smashingly familiar though."
Rontuu starts chortling.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as he stumbles in!
Moredin sarcastically says, "Nothing like a good old fashioned aimless stroll through the twisted realms."
Suzan raises an eyebrow.
Mekthros's group just went southeast.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Levihathan, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Venrath, Linsha, Mekthros
Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Syberus asks, "Are these corpses part of what you guys sent?"
Syberus peers quizzically at a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros's group just went north.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a tall stone obelisk.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Levihathan, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Venrath, Linsha, Mekthros
Obvious paths: east, south
The eyes upon the obelisk roll about discordantly, taking in the surroundings.
Mekthros says, "Oh, look."
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Mekthros says, "It's our friend."
Querthose softly says, "Because they're pitiful."
Auriia blinks.
Jenovadeath says, "Hmm..."
Querthose blinks.
Kastrel softly says, "Oh great."
Moredin says, "Those things wouldn't stop Vellinos."
You say, "Crap."
Linsha blinks
.
Rekarth blinks.
Rontuu says, "My favorite..."
Moredin scoffs.
You say, "I hate those."
Mekthros gestures at a tall stone obelisk.
A tall stone obelisk becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
Mistros glances at a tall stone obelisk.
Querthose gestures at a tall stone obelisk.
A tear in the fabric of reality rips open above a tall stone obelisk, and rips pieces of it away in a violent display of power! It disappears after a few moments of utter destruction.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Ah. The guardians."
Suzan chuckles.
You glance at a tall stone obelisk.
Rekarth says, "Hold on."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Dispose of it."
The skies flash with luminescent ribbons of energy that curl and twist about one another like massive dragons of ethereal light.
Querthose softly says, "Someone node."
Mekthros says, "Noded."
Suzan blinks.
Moredin asks, "What spell do we use?"
You say, "720 or 705."
Mekthros says, "Disintegration or Implosion."
Querthose softly says, "Implode."
Jenovadeath asks, "Didn't implosion work well the last time?"
The obelisk speaks in a strange, monotone voice, "THE MASTER IS GONE. THE MASTER IS GONE. ALL THE MASTERS SUPPLIES I WILL GUARD FROM THE INTRUDERS. DIE, INTRUDERS!!"
Rontuu says, "Disintegrate and implosion."
Mekthros says, "It seems rather happy to see us."
The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down!
Roundtime: 10 seconds.
Moredin says, "Damn."
The obelisk speaks in a strange, monotone voice, "THE MASTER IS GONE. THE MASTER IS GONE. ALL THE MASTERS SUPPLIES I WILL GUARD FROM THE INTRUDERS. DIE, INTRUDERS!!"
Blackness rises up from the sigil-like eyes upon the obelisk.
Rontuu says, "Lovely."
Suzan softly says, "Ouch."
Rontuu snickers.
Mekthros says, "Probably not a positive sign."
Mistros stands up.
Hadiar mutters under his breath.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Damned thrice-bloodied plane."
A cowled dark-robed man stands up.
Syberus says, "Well."
PJ>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, the Shalla disk, the Jteim disk, the Elsun disk and a tall stone obelisk.
Also here: Kastrel who is lying down, Linsha who is lying down, Venrath who is lying down, Lord Hadiar who is lying down, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite who is lying down, Lord Syberus who is lying down, Yactaevia who is lying down, Jurporia who is lying down, Levihathan who is lying down, Rekarth who is lying down, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin who is lying down, Auriia who is lying down, Great Lady Jteim who is lying down, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla who is lying down, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath who is lying down, Rontuu who is lying down, Mekthros
Obvious paths: east, south
Querthose softly says, "Charming."
Moredin says, "Wasn't aware anything could shake here."
Hadiar says, "Bloody uppity rock."
One of the runic eyes upon the stone obelisk opens, sending forth a blast of shadowy energy at Kastrel!
... 10 points of damage!
Throat swells to near bursting!
He is stunned!
Syberus says, "I guess it saw us."
Moredin says, "Should've brought something to seed the room with."
Moredin snickers.
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as he stumbles in!
Syberus gestures at a twisted black corpse.
CS: +492 - TD: +114 + CvA: +25 + d100: +46 == +449
Warding failed!
Massive internal disruption.
... 35 points of damage!
The black corpse's kneecap explodes sending bone fragments flying.
A twisted black corpse falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!
The black corpse is stunned!
Moredin says, "Geez."
((Editor note: Whole heck of a lot casts later))
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It's nearly dead."
Discordant screams peal ceaselessly around you, and then are blown away by a brisk, chill wind.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good."
One of the runic eyes upon the stone obelisk opens, sending forth a blast of shadowy energy at Moredin!
... 20 points of damage!
Elbow shatters under sudden decompression!
He is stunned!
Linsha gestures at a tall stone obelisk.
A tall stone obelisk becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
The stone obelisk explodes violently, sending out shards of shrapnel and bits of sigils everywhere as its core becomes exposed!
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[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see some stubby translucent chalk, some stubby translucent chalk, some stubby translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, some long translucent chalk, a cowled dark-robed man, the Shalla disk, the Jteim disk and the Elsun disk.
Also here: Kastrel, Linsha, Venrath who is lying down, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Levihathan who is lying down, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: east, south
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm."
Shalla picks up some stubby translucent chalk.
You pick up some stubby translucent chalk.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Interesting."
Mekthros says, "Grab something important-looking."
Jenovadeath snickers.
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, the Shalla disk, the Jteim disk and the Elsun disk.
Also here: Kastrel, Linsha, Venrath who is lying down, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Levihathan who is lying down, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: east, south
Moredin snickers.
Mekthros says, "I believe we're going east."
Moredin carefully inspects his translucent chalk.
Syberus frowns.
Rekarth rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Jenovadeath says, "I've got some poor quality chalk here."
Moredin says, "Can't wear it."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Apparently used as caches for... supplies, yes."
Mekthros's group just went east.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Mekthros
Obvious paths: west, northwest
Moredin snickers.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Syberus says, "Well."
The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down!
Roundtime: 13 seconds.
Querthose furrows his brow.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Damned..."
Moredin says, "Damnit."
Mekthros says, "Charming."
Querthose darkly says, "That's...bad."
Rekarth says, "Bothersome."
Mekthros stands up.
A massive tenebrous oculoth hovers in, its central eye rolling back and forth.
Jenovadeath says, "Thoroughly."
Rontuu says, "Be still my heart..."
Moredin says, "Great."
Syberus says, "You guys sure grabbed that chalk quick."
Syberus chuckles.
Rontuu snorts.
Mekthros exclaims, "Do not implode it!"
Hadiar says, "Bloody..."
Rontuu says, "Crud."
A cowled dark-robed man stands up.
Mekthros gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
The bright luminescence fades from around a massive tenebrous oculoth.
A hazy film coats a massive tenebrous oculoth.
Querthose darkly says, "Oh no..."
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a massive tenebrous oculoth that is flying around, the Elsun disk, a cowled dark-robed man, the Shalla disk and the Jteim disk.
Also here: Venrath, Linsha, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite who is lying down, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia who is lying down, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun who is lying down, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros who is lying down, Jenovadeath who is lying down, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: west, northwest
Syberus gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
CS: +492 - TD: +550 + CvA: +25 + d100: +68 == +35
Warded off!
A dull grey beam snakes out toward the tenebrous oculoth, but dissipates upon impact.
Mekthros recites:
"Dispels only."
You scream!
Mekthros utters a light chant and raises his hands, beckoning the lesser spirits to his aid...
Mekthros gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
A massive tenebrous oculoth appears somehow different.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Destroy it."
Syberus gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
A thread of brackish blue magic issues forth from Syberus's hand toward the tenebrous oculoth. It coils itself around it, whirling malevolently before disappearing within its body.
A massive tenebrous oculoth shakes slightly and looks very vulnerable!
The skies flash with luminescent ribbons of energy that curl and twist about one another like massive dragons of ethereal light.
Jurporia gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
Jurporia stares at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
As Jurporia turns to stare at oculoth, it turns right back and focuses its central eye upon him, all of its eyes narrowing to thin slits as it reflects the spell back at him in one massive wave of power!
A massive tenebrous oculoth looks directly into Jurporia's eyes.
CS: +434 - TD: +498 + CvA: +13 + d100: +19 - -5 == -27
Warded off!
Jurporia stares back at the tenebrous oculoth without fear.
Mekthros waves a crystal wand at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
Mekthros hurls a bubbling ball of acid at a massive tenebrous oculoth!
AS: +470 vs DS: +189 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +60 = +375
... and hits for 127 points of damage!
The bubbling ball of acid strikes a massive tenebrous oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of acid upon impact.
Yactaevia traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.
Yactaevia gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
CS: +520 - TD: +476 + CvA: +25 + d100: +36 == +105
Warding failed!
A dull grey beam snakes out toward the tenebrous oculoth!
... 19 points of damage!
... 2 points of damage!
Querthose rubs his black mica amulet.
A panicked look appears on his face and something appears to go wrong as a bolt of energy from a glassy black mica amulet strikes him!
... 5 points of damage!
Insignificant burns to Querthose's neck.
He looks stunned!
Yactaevia traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.
Yactaevia gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
CS: +520 - TD: +451 + CvA: +25 + d100: +61 == +155
Warding failed!
... and hits for 20 points of damage!
A massive tenebrous oculoth is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
The tenebrous oculoth scoffs at the heat!
... 5 points of damage!
... 20 points of damage!
A massive tenebrous oculoth's suddenly crashes to the ground, its hundreds of eyes chaotically spasming through a myriad of colors before going dim.
Mekthros nods.
Mekthros says, "Nicely done, we aren't dead."
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see the Elsun disk, a cowled dark-robed man, the Shalla disk and the Jteim disk.
Also here: Kastrel, Venrath, Linsha, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite who is lying down, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Auriia who is lying down, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: west, northwest
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Indeed."
Moredin says, "Damn...another hit and likely I'll not be able to cast."
Moredin mutters under his breath.
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Querthose darkly says, "Same here."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Let's continue."
A cowled dark-robed man just went northwest.
Mekthros's group just went northwest.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Mekthros, Kastrel
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as he stumbles in!
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as she stumbles in!
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as she stumbles in!
A twisted black corpse rots away, leaving nothing behind.
You say, "I have not died yet, this is no a good adventure."
>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a twisted black corpse, a twisted black corpse that appears stunned, the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk, a twisted black corpse, the Elsun disk and a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Venrath, Linsha, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros, Kastrel
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest
Spectral fog rolls in, lit up by red and black hues -- forming talons that seemingly claw at you, then fade away harmlessly.
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk, the Elsun disk and a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Auriia, Venrath, Linsha, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lord Moredin, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros, Kastrel
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest
Mekthros rummages through a black brocade scroll satchel and removes a sheet of ancient vellum from in it.
Mekthros raises his ancient vellum and gestures.
Sparks begin to fly between the ancient vellum and Mekthros's fingers.
With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sparks jump into Mekthros's hand and he seems to glow with power.
Mekthros gestures.
A sphere of pure white light appears above you.
A wispy tendril of pure magic reaches out to encircle Mekthros and those nearby.
You feel more secure basking in the glow of divine protection.
Querthose nods.
Querthose darkly says, "Well done Mekthros."
Moredin says, "Thanks."
Mekthros nods.
Jteim softly says, "Welomes."
J>l chalk
The chalk appears to be of superior quality.
Mekthros's group just went southwest.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Mekthros
Obvious paths: north, northeast
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Mekthros's group just went north.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Lord Moredin, Mekthros
Obvious paths: east, south
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Mekthros says, "Obelisk east."
Mekthros says, "Moving in."
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as she stumbles in!
Mekthros's group just went east.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a tall stone obelisk.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Lord Moredin, Kastrel, Mekthros
Obvious paths: southeast, west
You glance at a tall stone obelisk.
The eyes upon the obelisk open and roll about, their sigil-like irises focusing on something distant and unseen.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Mekthros says, "Company."
A twisted black corpse rots away, leaving nothing behind.
A spiky mottled black abyran'ra slithers in, its pupiless eyes surveying the area.
Rontuu says, "Demon."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "An abyran'ra."
Moredin says, "Abyran'ra."
Hadiar winces.
Jurporia traces a simple rune while intoning a short, mystical phrase...
Jurporia gestures at a spiky mottled black abyran'ra.
Shalla traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.
Mekthros gestures at a spiky mottled black abyran'ra.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a spiky mottled black abyran'ra!
The chaos surrounding the abyran'ra causes the void to fall in on itself and disperse.
Mekthros gestures at a spiky mottled black abyran'ra.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a spiky mottled black abyran'ra!
Roaring winds whip around a spiky mottled black abyran'ra.
+27 Hits.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a spiky mottled black abyran'ra, a cowled dark-robed man, the Elsun disk, the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk and a tall stone obelisk.
Also here: Kastrel, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Venrath, Linsha, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: southeast, west
Syberus says, "Hmm."
Moredin says, "Damn."
Moredin says, "Cant fight it."
A cowled dark-robed man locks eyes with the abyran'ra, which seems to slow down its movements.
Rontuu says, "I hate them..."
Jenovadeath traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Jenovadeath gestures at a spiky mottled black abyran'ra.
A void rips open in the area, directly above a spiky mottled black abyran'ra!
Rather abrupt decompression causes a spiky mottled black abyran'ra to explode!
Tiny abyran'ra particles disperse rapidly through the area!
Quite severely dead.
Everything in the room seemed to stay in place. The void disappears without further incident.
Querthose darkly exclaims, "Don't lose sight of the Obelisk!"
Jenovadeath says, "Hoho."
Spectral fog rolls in, lit up by red and black hues -- forming talons that seemingly claw at you, then fade away harmlessly.
Querthose darkly asks, "Did anyone node?"
Mekthros recites:
"Abyran'ra are the only demons anyone should be imploding."
Querthose rubs his black mica amulet.
Querthose suddenly disappears.
The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down!
Roundtime: 11 seconds.
Rontuu says, "I did."
A cowled dark-robed man stands up.
Moredin says, "Damn."
Moredin growls something vile beneath his breath.
Blackness rises up from the sigil-like eyes upon the obelisk.
Mekthros says, "So, then. Abyran'ra are the only demons we should be imploding."
PJR>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, the Elsun disk, the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk and a tall stone obelisk.
Also here: Kastrel who is lying down, Lord Moredin, Auriia who is lying down, Venrath who is lying down, Linsha who is lying down, Lord Hadiar who is lying down, Lord Krolnivar who is lying down, Parrasite who is lying down, Lord Syberus who is lying down, Yactaevia, Jurporia who is lying down, Rekarth who is lying down, Lady Lahanna who is lying down, Great Lady Jteim who is lying down, Great Lord Elsun who is lying down, Lady Shalla who is lying down, Suzan who is lying down, Grand Lord Mistros who is lying down, Jenovadeath who is lying down, Rontuu, Mekthros who is lying down
Obvious paths: southeast, west
Discordant screams peal ceaselessly around you, and then are blown away by a brisk, chill wind.
You say, "At least we all seem to have perfected our aim."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I sense something... odd... mm, then again, this entire place is the epitome of odd."
You say, "Odd is bad."
Rekarth looks thoughtfully at a cowled dark-robed man.
Rekarth says, "Perhaps this is all a giant trap."
Rontuu says, "Wouldn't surprise me."
Querthose darkly says, "Oh charming notion."
Parrasite says, "Perhaps."
Mekthros says, "That would be lovely, wouldn't it."
Moredin asks, "So what if it is?"
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as he stumbles in!
Rekarth says, "Yes, we are already here, if it is."
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a twisted black corpse that appears dead, a twisted black corpse that appears dead, a twisted black corpse, some silver coins, a cowled dark-robed man, the Elsun disk, the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk and a tall stone obelisk.
Also here: Kastrel, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Venrath, Linsha, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: southeast, west
Querthose gestures at a tall stone obelisk.
A tall stone obelisk becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
The stone obelisk explodes violently, sending out shards of shrapnel and bits of sigils everywhere as its core becomes exposed!
Kastrel picks up some long translucent chalk.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Ah, good."
Syberus nods.
Parrasite groans.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Moredin asks, "Now what?"
Mekthros says, "Now, where did I put that stone.."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Now we move onward."
Mekthros removes a faceted midnight blue riftstone from in his leather scroll pouch.
Mekthros says, "There it is."
Venrath deftly removes the barbed leather whip from her waistcincher.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Though I would... prepare."
Rontuu says, "Long and stubby chalk..."
Rontuu says, "No comment."
Hadiar mutters under his breath.
Jenovadeath snickers.
Mekthros says, "We'll be heading southeast."
You ask, "Does everyone at least have one chalk?"
Moredin nods.
The ground writhes with living tentacles, but they soon fade away into the blackness.
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Auriia says, "Not me."
Elsun shakes his head.
Rekarth shakes his head.
Mekthros says, "Oh, pretty much."
Elsun quietly says, "Not me."
Lahanna shakes her head.
Yactaevia says, "I dont have any chalk."
Rontuu says, "Agreed, everyone should have one of each..."
Venrath says, "I do not have chalk."
Mekthros says, "I'm sure we'll have another opportunity."
Mekthros glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Let us disseminate anything we've found *later*."
Mekthros asks, "Move on?"
A cowled dark-robed man just went southeast.
Mekthros nods.
Auriia nods to Jenovadeath.
Mekthros says, "Good idea."
Auriia accepts Jenovadeath's translucent chalk.
Mekthros's group just went southeast.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Lord Moredin, Levihathan, Mekthros, Kastrel
Obvious paths: east, northwest
Yactaevia nods.
Moredin snickers at a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "Later..."
Mekthros glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
.... Hmmph!
Querthose rubs his black mica amulet.
Querthose suddenly disappears.
You nod.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Either we'll be dead, or we won't."
Mekthros says, "Well, more or less."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Moredin shrugs.
Jurporia begins chuckling at a cowled dark-robed man!
Rekarth nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia agrees with a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros's group just went east.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Lord Moredin, Levihathan, Kastrel, Mekthros
Obvious paths: north, west
Auriia says, "I prefer the not."
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
Shalla nods to Auriia.
Moredin says, "There's a logical certainty if I ever heard one."
A twisted black corpse wheels about wildly as he stumbles in!
The voice of Querthose darkly says, "I'm not sure anyone will be asking our opinions."
The black corpse falls to the ground, rotting flesh falling from his bones.
Rontuu chuckles.
Spectral fog rolls in, lit up by red and black hues -- forming talons that seemingly claw at you, then fade away harmlessly.
A massive tenebrous oculoth hovers in, its shadowy mass covered in thousands of blinking eyes.
Mekthros says, "Dispel it."
Syberus traces a sign that contorts in the air while he forcefully incants a dark invocation...
Moredin says, "Damn."
Mistros gestures at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
CS: +514 - TD: +451 + CvA: +25 + d100: +35 == +123
Warding failed!
... and hits for 20 points of damage!
A massive tenebrous oculoth is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
The tenebrous oculoth scoffs at the heat!
... 40 points of damage!
... 15 points of damage!
... 25 points of damage!
Mekthros waves a crystal wand at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
Mekthros's pulses with a soft white light as it cleaves a burning swath through the chaotic forces shrouding the tenebrous oculoth!
Mekthros hurls a bubbling ball of acid at a massive tenebrous oculoth!
AS: +470 vs DS: +165 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +14 = +353
... and hits for 139 points of damage!
The tenebrous oculoth is knocked to the ground!
The bubbling ball of acid strikes a massive tenebrous oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of acid upon impact.
Mekthros waves a crystal wand at a massive tenebrous oculoth.
Mekthros hurls a bubbling ball of acid at a massive tenebrous oculoth!
AS: +470 vs DS: +93 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +34 = +445
... and hits for 188 points of damage!
The tenebrous oculoth's body begins to bubble and melt as it twitches briefly then dies.
The blood red haze dissipates from around a massive tenebrous oculoth.
The bubbling ball of acid strikes a massive tenebrous oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of acid upon impact.
Mekthros nods.
Moredin applauds.
Moredin says, "Acid...I'm taking note of that."
Moredin grunts.
Rontuu nods.
Rontuu says, "Fairly effective."
Rontuu smirks.
Mekthros says, "Lovely effect, acid."
Mekthros's group just went north.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Lord Moredin, Levihathan, Kastrel, Mekthros
Obvious paths: north, south
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm."
Mekthros says, "Hm."
Kastrel softly says, "There is something to the north."
The skies flash with luminescent ribbons of energy that curl and twist about one another like massive dragons of ethereal light.
Mekthros says, "This should be entertaining."
You peer north and see ...
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a monstrous black mass and a whorling black vortex.
Obvious paths: south
Mekthros nods to Venrath.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That would be the 'oddity'."
Mekthros says, "Yes."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Hadiar frowns.
You say, "Vortex."
Rontuu says, "I would agree."
Rontuu nods to the dark-robed man.
Moredin asks, "What oddity??"
You reach out and touch your casting leathers.
Mekthros says, "Indeed."
Moredin squints at a cowled dark-robed man.
Rekarth ponders.
Mekthros asks, "Are we proceeding?"
Mekthros cocks his head at a cowled dark-robed man.
Kastrel points north.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Go, then."
Krolnivar says, "And a mass."
Moredin says, "Stop holding stuff back."
Mekthros nods.
Moredin stares off into space.
Mekthros's group just went north.
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see a monstrous black mass and a whorling black vortex.
Also here: Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Lord Hadiar, Linsha, Venrath, Auriia, Lord Moredin, Levihathan, Kastrel, Mekthros
Obvious paths: south
Mekthros glances at a monstrous black mass.
A cowled dark-robed man just arrived.
J>l mass
The mass is a conglomeration of shadows and a thick, oily substance -- its bulging, hulking exterior continually reforms, its liquid body simultaneously forming yellowed eyes to see, sharp
teeth to gnash, and acidic tentacles to lash outward in a frenzy of maddening wrath.
Syberus frowns at a monstrous black mass.
The black mass screams with a million mouths formed just seconds before, then shifts its hulking mass as millions of beady eyes stare out from where its mouths were.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
A pained expression crosses Rontuu's face.
J>peer vor
You peer through a whorling black vortex and see...
[Twisted Realms]
Monstrous latticeworks of energy roil and tumble throughout the air, cloying the area like a foggy luminescent mist as they twist and writhe to form faint arcane patterns in the air. The ground rolls and swells like a hulking black monstrosity, its aqueous surface rippling with distorted images that do not reflect the world around you in any fashion.
Obvious paths: north
Hadiar says, "The mass is quite alive."
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid splash near the eye causes blisters that almost swell it shut!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid gets on the right leg raising some large blisters.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the leg!
She is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 20 points of damage!
Bad burn eats at skin under the chin!
She is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Spray of acid bites deep into the skin over the sternum.
She is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Bit of acid strikes Hadiar's calf leaving bright red spots.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid gets on the left arm raising some large blisters.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the arm!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Spray eats through the skin on the hand and dissolves some ligaments!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Bit of acid strikes Syberus's calf leaving bright red spots.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Yactaevia avoids the worst of the attack but still gets a singed forearm.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 20 points of damage!
Hit eats into the back dissolving part of a shoulder blade!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid works its way into the skin. Nasty burn.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid reaches the chest causing a nasty rash!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid gets on the left arm raising some large blisters.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid gets in eye. An unscheduled flush!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the arm!
She is stunned!
Querthose comes out of hiding.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Nasty burn eats the skin away from the spine!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Acid splatters on Suzan's cheek leaving a bright red burn!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Burn to cheek. Not a pretty sight.
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 20 points of damage!
Hit on the arm chars the skin and eats into the underlying muscles!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Splash of acid hits shoulder and runs down the back in a painful trail.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid gets on the left arm raising some large blisters.
Moredin says, "Definitely doesn't look friendly."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It doesn't look happy."
Moredin says, "Damn."
Rontuu says, "Ow."
Suzan softly says, "Oh crud."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Ah, no. Kill it."
Mekthros says, "Get them unstunned."
Krolnivar says, "No."
The black mass rolls a red eye about its surface, blinking in a disquieting fashion.
You gesture at a monstrous black mass.
A monstrous black mass becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Mistros says, "Got my head."
Syberus says, "Yes.. yes it is."
You say, "705."
Mekthros says, "Noded."
Querthose gestures at a monstrous black mass.
As the tendril of brackish blue magic leaves his hand, it is reflected off the mass's surface and disspates harmlessly into the air.
The black mass shifts and reforms, various viscous organs forming on its surface then sinking into its black, bulging body.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the leg!
Auriia screams and falls to the ground grasping her mangled left leg!
She is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Bit of acid strikes Venrath's calf leaving bright red spots.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 20 points of damage!
Hit on the leg chars the skin and eats into the underlying muscles!
She is knocked to the ground!
She is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the arm!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid gets on the right arm raising some large blisters.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid works its way into the skin. Nasty burn.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 18 points of damage!
Acid spray dissolves flesh exposing the muscles over the ribs!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid burns to the midsection leave a lasting impression.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Acid catches the side of Yactaevia's neck and drips down in a steaming trail!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid burn on the right ear!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Splash to the back of the hand causes the skin to smoke!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Spray of acid bites deep into the skin over the sternum.
She is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid gets on the left arm raising some large blisters.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 20 points of damage!
Hit on the arm chars the skin and eats into the underlying muscles!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Acid splatters on Shalla's cheek leaving a bright red burn!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 10 points of damage!
Acid reaches the chest causing a nasty rash!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Spray just catches the hand as Suzan's little finger is badly blistered.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 20 points of damage!
Bad burn eats at skin under the chin!
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Burn to cheek. Not a pretty sight.
He is stunned!
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 5 points of damage!
Splash to chest runs off before it does worse than blister the skin.
The black mass explodes in a frenetic whirling pattern, whipping outward with its black tentacles!
... 15 points of damage!
Acid raises angry red welts on the arm!
He is stunned!
Rontuu asks, "Someone node?"
Moredin says, "Damn."
Syberus gestures at a monstrous black mass.
A stream of fire hits a monstrous black mass, causing a few chips of stone to fall off.
Querthose darkly exclaims, "Faster damnit!"
Mistros smiles at Suzan.
The black mass whips a black tentacle about!
Hadiar asks, "Rapid fire scrolls?"
J>l mass
The mass is a conglomeration of shadows and a thick, oily substance -- its bulging, hulking exterior continually reforms, its liquid body simultaneously forming yellowed eyes to see, sharp teeth to gnash, and acidic tentacles to lash outward in a frenzy of maddening wrath.
Mekthros says, "They won't work here."
Jenovadeath says, "Dammit."
Mekthros says, "Not on this."
Hadiar says, "Bloody..."
The black mass rolls a red eye about its surface, blinking in a disquieting fashion.
Rontuu scowls.
Moredin says, "Thanks."
Moredin says, "Damn."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That wasn't anything *we* sent through."
The black mass screams with a million mouths formed just seconds before, then shifts its hulking mass as millions of beady eyes stare out from where its mouths were.
Suzan softly says, "Gosh."
Rontuu says, "That was uncalled for."
Rontuu snickers.
Moredin says, "Cant cast anymore. or send mana."
Querthose darkly says, "Damn all."
Querthose darkly says, "I cannot cast."
Mistros says, "I can not cast either. First cast opened a scratch on my head."
Rekarth says, "Nor can I."
Moredin says, "I should just go back."
Querthose sings:
"If someone could drop some fruit and ephlox moss, that'd be lovely"
Hadiar says, "Bloody hell...."
Jenovadeath says, "Wow. Talk about a way to disable us all."
Suzan gestures at a monstrous black mass.
A monstrous black mass becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
The black mass deflates like a water-filled bladder, seeping its black, inhuman organs onto the ground which sizzle and disintegrate instantly.
Moredin checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk, a cowled dark-robed man, the Elsun disk and a whorling black vortex.
Also here: Linsha, Great Lady Jteim, Kastrel, Levihathan, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Venrath, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite who is lying down, Lord Syberus, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: south
Jurporia pants.
Mekthros says, "It seems to be gone."
You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good. There."
Jenovadeath says, "I got cold-cocked into oblivion."
Hadiar asks, "May we take a moment to heal?"
Rontuu fidgets.
Shalla asks, "Anybody got grass?"
Querthose darkly says, "Yes, and half of us are disabled."
Querthose darkly asks, "Anyone have any ephlox?"
Mistros says, "Well done."
Linsha says, "I need herbs for my head so I can cast."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Once we are... capable again, through the vortex."
Querthose darkly says, "Thank you."
Querthose darkly asks, "Spine?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "And hope there are no more damned relatives of that thing hidden within."
Rontuu says, "A few more wounds and we'll all be disabled."
Rekarth asks, "Does anyone happen to have any... Hrmm... Pothinir grass?"
Moredin asks, "Anyone have something for head wounds?"
Mistros asks, "Anyone have stem and perhaps bros potion?"
Shalla asks, "Anybody got grass?"
Mekthros asks, "Is anyone incapable of casting as a result of their injuries?"
Querthose darkly asks, "Spine anyone?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Quite a bit."
Linsha says, "I need rosemarrow."
Querthose kneels down.
Jurporia says, "Nae..but I'm about one shot away."
Suzan softly says, "Grr."
Jenovadeath says, "This is thoroughly embarrassing."
Moredin says, "Definitely need some stem, if anyone has spare."
Querthose stands up.
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Moredin says, "Thanks."
Jurporia says, "My kingdom for a rapid fire scroll."
Avelorn yawns.
Querthose darkly asks, "Anyone have any fruit and spine they don't need?"
Hadiar asks, "Anyone have a rose-marrow, please?"
Avelorn leans softly against Lahanna.
Jteim softly asks, "Anyone with some ambrominas?"
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Linsha asks, "Rose marrow, please?"
Querthose darkly asks, "No spare spine?"
Moredin asks, "Still cant cast?"
Moredin says, "Damn."
Querthose darkly asks, "Or fruit?"
Querthose darkly says, "I cannot cast."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Let us go. I can feel the pattern beginning to stabilize."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Moredin asks, "Any rose marrow?"
Querthose darkly says, "Oh bah, I need ambrominas leaf."
Querthose darkly says, "I'm an idiot."
Moredin says, "Hrm."
The surroundings close in for a moment as a blood-red haze overcomes your vision, then irreality sets in once more.
Querthose darkly says, "Thank you."
Yactaevia asks, "Anyone hae a spare acantha leaf?"
Moredin says, "Damnit."
Querthose darkly says, "Bah, one more."
Querthose gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking softly to a cowled dark-robed man, Kastrel asks, "We are to go through the vortex?"
Querthose darkly asks, "One more ambromina leaf anyone?"
Rontuu says, "Would someone be so kind as to touch the vortex for me? I need the equivalent of a food tester."
Rontuu smirks.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes. That's the only way we can go."
Jteim softly asks, "Any ambro leaf?"
Krolnivar stares at a whorling black vortex.
Kastrel nods to the dark-robed man.
Moredin says, "Still need rose marrow and brostheras to cast, if anyone has some."
Querthose darkly says, "Need one amrbominas bite if anyone has some."
Jenovadeath asks, "Anyone have any pothinir grass?"
Moredin says, "Dont worry so much about limb minors."
Mekthros says, "Take it."
Rontuu asks, "The vortex seems to be the way, eh?"
Rontuu glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Linsha says, "I still need rose marrow."
Querthose darkly says, "Thank you."
Querthose darkly says, "I'm good now."
Mekthros nods.
Querthose darkly says, "Cannot invoke right now."
Shalla asks, "Anybody got pothinir grass for back lacerations?"
The ground writhes with living tentacles, but they soon fade away into the blackness.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If you have any suggestions, do come forward with them."
Querthose darkly says, "Thank you everyone, I can cast now."
Rontuu gestures at a whorling black vortex.
Nothing happens.
Jenovadeath says, "Now I just need an empath."
Jenovadeath snickers.
Speaking to Mekthros, Shalla says, "I thank ye."
Querthose darkly asks, "That's the vortex?"
Moredin says, "Thanks...that was the last."
Querthose mutters under his breath.
Mekthros glances at a whorling black vortex.
Krolnivar begins chuckling at Jenovadeath!
Querthose darkly asks, "Where do we go now?"
Linsha asks, "How about brotheras?"
Moredin says, "Damn wounds."
Rekarth looks thoughtfully at Mekthros.
J>l
[Twisted Realms, Blackness]
Cloying blackness surrounds you, stirred into a frenzied whorling mass of shadows as luminescent ribbons of energy writhe overhead. You also see some ephlox moss, the Jteim disk, the Shalla disk, a cowled dark-robed man, the Elsun disk and a whorling black vortex.
Also here: Avelorn, Lord Syberus, Linsha, Great Lady Jteim, Kastrel, Levihathan, Lord Moredin, Auriia, Venrath, Lord Hadiar, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Great Lord Elsun, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Suzan, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Mekthros
Obvious paths: south
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That's where we're going."
Auriia shivers.
Venrath eyes a whorling black vortex up and down with a thoughtful expression on her face.
J>peer vor
You are unable to determine what lies beyond the black vortex.
Hadiar begins drawing a faint, twisting symbol as he utters an arcane invocation in hushed tones...
Hadiar gestures.
Casually Hadiar pushes his finger into his eye socket. After a moment to get proper leverage, he pops the eyeball from his skull, sending it tumbling in your direction. Suddenly a couple of small batlike wings pop from its bloody sides and it begins to hover just out of reach, looking about.
Krolnivar gawks at a whorling black vortex.
Auriia says, "If only it was like our illusions."
Auriia sighs.
A disembodied eye zips past you and heads straight for Hadiar, who casually snatches it out of the air with a sticky splat sound. Without hesitation, Hadiar pushes his elusive peeper back into his eye socket. With a few blinks it seems to function properly once again. Hadiar wipes some icky residue from his face and looks about the area.
Querthose just went through a whorling black vortex.
Speaking to Auriia, Venrath says, "Maybe it is."
Auriia pokes her finger at a whorling black vortex.
A cowled dark-robed man steps through the vortex.
The skies flash with luminescent ribbons of energy that curl and twist about one another like massive dragons of ethereal light.
Jenovadeath asks, "Anyone have any Brostheras potion?"
Kastrel softly says, "We go then."
Mekthros's group just arrived.
[Twisted Realms]
Monstrous latticeworks of energy roil and tumble throughout the air, cloying the area like a foggy luminescent mist as they twist and writhe to form faint arcane patterns in the air. The ground rolls and swells like a hulking black monstrosity, its aqueous surface rippling with distorted images that do not reflect the world around you in any fashion. You also see the Elsun disk and a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Suzan, Lord Hadiar, Levihathan, Great Lord Elsun, Great Lady Jteim, Avelorn, Lord Syberus, Venrath, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lady Shalla, Grand Lord Mistros, Jenovadeath, Mekthros, Rontuu, Kastrel, Linsha, Auriia
Obvious paths: north
Jenovadeath says, "Grr."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He's there."
Rontuu says, "We'll rejoin Mekthros."
Rontuu starts chortling.
The voice of Querthose hesitantly says, "Alright, that was frightening."
Rekarth looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "To the north."
Mekthros yells, "If you've not come through the vortex, do so."
J>peer n
You peer north and see ...
[Twisted Realms, Nexus]
Jutting upward into the sky like the ragged husks of dead, gnarled trees are a series of five pillars -- each marking the points of a huge pentagram pattern upon the ground. Sigils creep across the stone surfaces of the pillars like molten lava, their spidery forms shifting with every passing moment. Complex geometric patterns, seemingly carved here ages ago, fill the interior of the pentagram pattern like a madman's journal. Streams of shadowy energy arc from the five monoliths, bathing a central figure in the chaotic flow of essence. You also see a silver edged ash grey longcoat.
Obvious paths: south
Moredin says, "Thanks."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do NOT enter as of yet."
Rontuu says, "Oh lovely..."
Mekthros says, "I have no idea if they can even hear me."
Mekthros nods.
Shalla gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Jenovadeath says, "I guess I'll just twiddle my thumbs for the rest of this adventure."
Moredin ponders.
Krolnivar shrugs at Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "And don't touch the longcoat on the floor."
Moredin says, "No kiddin..."
Moredin chuckles.
Hadiar says, "It's quite stylish."
Mekthros says, "Isn't it."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Mekthros says, "And probably a trap."
Hadiar says, "Well."
Querthose just arrived.
Hadiar asks, "Then it's a stylish trap, isn't it?"
Suzan looks over at Mistros and shakes her head.
Querthose softly says, "Five pillars."
Mekthros says, "Very."
Mistros whispers to the group, "Anyone have a bite of fruit? or Brosthermas potion?"
Querthose softly says, "But I don't recognize the symbols on them."
Querthose nods to the dark-robed man.
Mekthros removes some calamia fruit from in his dark ora case.
Querthose softly says, "North of here I mean."
You ask, "You went north?"
Querthose nods.
Moredin asks, "You expect to recognize anything here?"
J>peer n
You peer north and see ...
[Twisted Realms, Nexus]
Jutting upward into the sky like the ragged husks of dead, gnarled trees are a series of five pillars -- each marking the points of a huge pentagram pattern upon the ground. Sigils creep across the stone surfaces of the pillars like molten lava, their spidery forms shifting with every passing moment. Complex geometric patterns, seemingly carved here ages ago, fill the interior of the pentagram pattern like a madman's journal. Streams of shadowy energy arc from the five monoliths, bathing a central figure in the chaotic flow of essence.
Also here: Auriia
Obvious paths: south
Moredin stares off into space.
Querthose just went north.
Mekthros says, "We'll move as soon as Mistros is done."
Shalla says, "Aurria is north of here."
Rontuu asks, "What did he just say about not going north?"
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "Did I *not* just say to not do that?"
Rontuu stares off into space.
Kastrel softly says, "You did."
Rontuu says, "Damnable fools."
J>peer n
You peer north and see ...
[Twisted Realms, Nexus]
Jutting upward into the sky like the ragged husks of dead, gnarled trees are a series of five pillars -- each marking the points of a huge pentagram pattern upon the ground. Sigils creep across the stone surfaces of the pillars like molten lava, their spidery forms shifting with every passing moment. Complex geometric patterns, seemingly carved here ages ago, fill the interior of the pentagram pattern like a madman's journal. Streams of shadowy energy arc from the five monoliths, bathing a central figure in the chaotic flow of essence.
Also here: Querthose, Auriia
Obvious paths: south
Suzan grins.
Moredin nods to Rontuu.
Rekarth sighs.
Rontuu says, "I hope they get blasted."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Fine. Let us go, then."
A cowled dark-robed man just went north.
Rontuu smirks.
Kastrel just went north.
Mekthros's group just went north.
[Twisted Realms, Nexus]
Jutting upward into the sky like the ragged husks of dead, gnarled trees are a series of five pillars -- each marking the points of a huge pentagram pattern upon the ground. Sigils creep across the stone surfaces of the pillars like molten lava, their spidery forms shifting with every passing moment. Complex geometric patterns, seemingly carved here ages ago, fill the interior of the pentagram pattern like a madman's journal. Streams of shadowy energy arc from the five monoliths, bathing a central figure in the chaotic flow of essence. You also see a cowled dark-robed man.
Also here: Suzan, Lord Hadiar, Levihathan, Great Lord Elsun, Great Lady Jteim, Avelorn, Lord Syberus, Venrath, Lord Krolnivar, Parrasite, Yactaevia, Jurporia, Rekarth, Lady Lahanna, Lady Shalla, Jenovadeath, Rontuu, Linsha, Lord Moredin, Mekthros, Kastrel, Querthose, Auriia
Obvious paths: south
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Idiots."
Querthose hesitantly says, "There he is..."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Gods-damned idiots."
Mekthros says, "He told you not to enter, bloody fools."
Rontuu scowls.
Querthose blinks.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Querthose hesitantly says, "Not good...I had already entered..."
You say, "The longcoat is gone as well."
Jurporia chuckles.
Auriia asks, "What?"
Auriia frowns.
J>l figure
The figure appears to be bathed completely in the shadowy essence pouring down from the pillars like a torrent of water -- you can barely make it out within the haze of shadow, but you can hear him murmuring quietly as if in intense concentration. A single, pale crimson wisp of energy continually rises up from where the figure's left eye would be.
Querthose hesitantly says, "No, he's wrapped up in the magic."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The pillars are similar to the ones by the Illistim Guild."
Querthose nods to the dark-robed man.
Linsha taps Mistros lightly on his shoulder.
Linsha asks, "Might I have a sip of that?"
Linsha flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
J>l pillar
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a whirling vortex sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "They form the pattern that Nameless used."
Jenovadeath says, "Maybe I can swing my weapon at them since I've lost my innate ability to gesture."
Jenovadeath snickers.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Mistros says, "If there is another left. I am afraid both my neck and head were injured."
Mistros sighs.
Linsha grins wryly.
Mekthros says, "I've not seen these sigils before."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He's nearly unlocked them and formed them onto himself."
Jenovadeath put a malevolent, bile-green onyx and veniom-hilted longsword splattered with the blood of gremlin-slayers in his dark grey vest.
Mekthros says, "It would seem they're new."
Querthose softly asks, "How do I we stop the process?"
Moredin snickers.
Querthose frowns.
Rontuu says, "Agreed... The sigils are strange."
Querthose squints at a cracked black pillar.
Jenovadeath whispers to the group, "Still can't cast. God DAMN these wounds and scars."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The pattern's hidden, he's already activated the pillars and let loose the pattern. If *we* reactivate the pillars and let loose the pattern once more onto him while he's this enthralled..."
Auriia puzzles over a central figure in the chaotic flow of essence.
Jenovadeath whispers to the group, "Just kidding."
Querthose nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It would throw him out of the equation."
J>l other pillar
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a nebulous shadow sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
A swirling colorless vortex suddenly loses its form and dissipates.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "This would free the pattern into the world at large, where all sorcerers would become aware of it."
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
You say, "Then let us do that."
Rontuu asks, "Shall we attempt it?"
Krolnivar asks, "Perfect. They are much like the sorcerer's guild pillars are they not?"
J>l pillar
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a whirling vortex sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
Rontuu glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Moredin whispers to the group, "I've got an organ repair scroll if anyone needs for the eyes or something."
Querthose gestures at a cracked black pillar.
Querthose focuses intently on a cracked black pillar.
A whirling vortex sigil upon the black pillar comes alive with a labyrinthine webwork of scarlet-laced shadow..
Mekthros asks, "Good. Shall we proceed?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, decipher the keys upon the pillars."
Mekthros gestures at a grey granite pillar.
Mekthros focuses intently on a grey granite pillar.
A nebulous shadow sigil upon the granite pillar comes alive with a labyrinthine webwork of scarlet-laced shadow..
Linsha says, "Until I am able to cast I am rather useless."
J>l third pil
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a rotted angular sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
Mekthros nods.
J>l fourth pil
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a blazing shadow sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
Rontuu gestures at an ancient grey pillar.
Rontuu focuses intently on an ancient grey pillar.
A black flame sigil upon the grey pillar comes alive with a labyrinthine webwork of scarlet-laced shadow..
Speaking to Linsha, Moredin asks, "Why can't you cast?"
J>l fifth pil
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a black flame sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
Linsha says, "I have a scar on my head."
J>l fourth pil
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a blazing shadow sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
Rekarth asks, "The fifth one... Dark catalyst, perhaps?"
Querthose gestures at a cracked stone pillar.
Querthose focuses intently on a cracked stone pillar.
A blazing shadow sigil upon the stone pillar comes alive with a labyrinthine webwork of scarlet-laced shadow..
Querthose nods.
Moredin says, "Oh."
A cowled dark-robed man steeples his fingers and watches the central figure.
Rontuu says, "I already activated the fifth."
Mekthros nods.
Rekarth nods.
Rontuu says, "The fourth is activated as well."
Moredin says, "All been charged it seems."
Rontuu nods.
J>l third pil
You see nothing unusual.
Faint tracings of essence slither across a rotted angular sigil incised upon the pillar's surface.
Hadiar says, "It seems so."
Querthose thoughtfully asks, "The third one?"
Linsha says, "Not the kind I need."
Rontuu says, "All are charged."
Mekthros nods.
Querthose softly says, "Disease."
Querthose softly says, "I would think."
Syberus says, "Ah."
You say, "No."
Rontuu says, "Or not."
Syberus says, "I thought animate dead for some reason."
Mekthros says, "As did I, originally."
Syberus appears to be poking himself.
You trace an intricate sign that contorts in the air while forcefully invoking Curse...
Moredin asks, "Which pillar?"
J>cast third pil
You gesture at a tall deep black pillar.
You invoke the power of Curse and focus it toward deep black pillar, your eyes closed.
A rotted angular sigil comes alive with a labyrinthine webwork of scarlet-laced shadow.
The pentagram of pillars suddenly explode, bathing the figure in the middle with shadowy energy...
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see a pale orange verlok feather, a very tall mottled green grik'trak, a pale orange verlok feather, a cloud of sky blue vapor that is flying around, a pale orange verlok feather and a coiling dingy orange abyran'a.
Also here: Great Lord Licel, Garvane, Killashandre, Hrvac, Teer, Akari who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
You say, "Curse."
Mistros just materialized from nowhere.
Auriia just materialized from nowhere.
Querthose just materialized from nowhere.
Kastrel just materialized from nowhere.
Moredin just materialized from nowhere.
Linsha just materialized from nowhere.
Rontuu just materialized from nowhere.
Suzan just materialized from nowhere.
Hadiar just materialized from nowhere.
Levihathan just materialized from nowhere.
Elsun just materialized from nowhere.
Jteim just materialized from nowhere.
Avelorn just materialized from nowhere.
Syberus just materialized from nowhere.
Venrath just materialized from nowhere.
Krolnivar just materialized from nowhere.
Parrasite just materialized from nowhere.
Yactaevia just materialized from nowhere.
Jurporia just materialized from nowhere.
Rekarth just materialized from nowhere.
Lahanna just materialized from nowhere.
Shalla just materialized from nowhere.
Jenovadeath just materialized from nowhere.
Mekthros just materialized from nowhere.
Mekthros says, "Third."
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Mekthros nods.
Shalla blinks.
Akari blinks.
Moredin says, "That's no good."
Hrvac blinks.
Moredin asks, "We're back?"
Auriia blinks.
Syberus frowns.
Garvane says, "You all either did well, or very poorly."
Moredin frowns.
Suzan chuckles.
Teer says, "Aye."
Yactaevia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Rekarth blinks.
Querthose softly asks, "Pain Infliction?"
Mekthros says, "Hm."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Hadiar asks, "Did we succeed?"
Parrasite wrinkles his nose.
Querthose frowns.
You say, "It was curse."
Licel smirks.
Licel folds his arms over his chest.
Querthose nods.
Rekarth glances around the room.
Rontuu says, "Amusing."
J>l
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see a sapphire-eyed zorchar verlok'ar that is flying around, the Shalla disk, the Jteim disk, a wide-scaled deep green abyran'a, the Elsun disk, a pale orange verlok feather, a very tall mottled green grik'trak, a pale orange verlok feather, a cloud of sky blue vapor that is flying around, a pale orange verlok feather and a coiling dingy orange abyran'a.
Also here: Mekthros, Jenovadeath, Lady Shalla, Lady Lahanna, Rekarth, Jurporia, Yactaevia, Parrasite, Lord Krolnivar, Venrath, Lord Syberus, Avelorn, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Levihathan, Lord Hadiar, Suzan, Rontuu, Linsha, Lord Moredin, Kastrel, Querthose, Auriia, Grand Lord Mistros, Great Lord Licel, Garvane, Killashandre, Hrvac, Teer, Akari who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
J>prep 740
That is not something you can prepare.
Suddenly, a wave of irreality washes over you, like the aftershock of a massive explosion, and for a brief moment you glimpse a world not your own -- a world full of twisting, aqeuoushorrors and a bloody sky that weeps black tears of acid. And then the vision fades away.
Querthose hesitantly says, "But..."
Jurporia says, "We seem to have lost our guide..."
Hadiar's face turns slightly pale.
Auriia shudders.
Rekarth says, "Sensible."
Querthose shudders.
Mekthros says, "Hm."
Querthose hesitantly says, "The cowled man.."
Teer asks, "Pillars like getting into the Guild?"
Rekarth closes his eyes for a moment.
Licel blinks.
Venrath sways back and forth.
Parrasite throws his head back and howls, sounding something like a wolf!
Jurporia nods to Teer.
Hadiar gets an odd look on his face for a moment.
Querthose hesitantly says, "I know I said I wanted him dead, but I had hoped for a more opportune time."
Mekthros says, "And where is our guide."
(Licel rubs his eyes, frowning.)
Rontuu chuckles.
Parrasite snarls menacingly!
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Rontuu says, "Let us hope the triad does not choose to attack now."
Teer asks, "So what's been learned?"
Speaking to Querthose, Garvane says, "He's Faendryl, I'm sure we're not lucky enough for him to have died already."
Rontuu frowns.
Flashes of brilliant crimson light fill your vision like newborn stars, and each pinpoint of light begins to pulse brighter and brighter.
Querthose frowns.
Querthose gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Auriia says, "Hrmm...now i need ephlox."
Moredin asks, "So we helped an enemy, maybe?"
Moredin stares off into space.
Auriia blinks.
Levihathan nods to Moredin.
The whites of Parrasite's eyes go dark as he chants forcefully in an archaic tongue.
Linsha trembles.
Shalla gazes heavenward.
Hadiar says, "Quite possibly."
Syberus growls something vile beneath his breath.
Querthose hesitantly says, "No..."
Jteim softly says, "Visions."
Venrath rubs her eyes.
Elsun quietly asks, "Anyone have any ambro leaf?"
Licel glances around the room.
Querthose hesitantly says, "Vellinos lost control."
Mekthros shakes the dust off his hooded leather cloak.
Querthose hesitantly says, "The pattern is being released."
Querthose glances around the room.
Hadiar gets an odd look on his face for a moment.
Auriia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Moredin says, "Well....nothing left to do."
Moredin looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Auriia stares at a large ebon coffin.
Moredin shifts his weight.
You say, "At least it wasn't screwed up by those not listening to the councilers directions...."
Krolnivar says, "I can't imagine that was all."
Rontuu says, "I'm waiting for Vellinos to arrive... If I was him I would be quite irked..."
You survey the area.
Moredin leans against a large ebon coffin.
Rontuu smirks.
Shalla says, "Try and remember the patterns we see."
Querthose shudders.
Syberus says, "I'm kind of hoping he died."
Teer says, "The flashes of crimson light..."
Querthose hesitantly says, "A good point."
Licel folds his arms over his chest.
Hadiar furrows his brow.
Licel smirks.
Mekthros chuckles.
Querthose hesitantly says, "Someone node the area."
Rontuu chuckles.
Querthose firmly says, "Everyone prepare yourselves."
Mekthros nods.
Garvane asks, "For?"
Auriia shudders.
Killashandre asks, "For what?"
Mekthros leans against a large ebon coffin.
Jenovadeath snickers.
Licel glances at Querthose.
Querthose firmly says, "Everything and anything."
Shalla says, "I don't think Vellinos is finished yet."
Rontuu says, "If Vellinos isn't dead... Likely he'll arrive."
Rontuu starts chortling.
Mekthros says, "This should be interesting."
Querthose firmly says, "Rontuu is right, Vellinos may have survived."
The crimson stars begin to swirl and coalesce upon one another, forming vicious torrents of swirling cyclones that fill the entirety of your vision with their vast intricacies.
Krolnivar says, "I didn't see his pet anywhere either."
Querthose frowns.
Moredin says, "Dont think we're supposed to 'see' his pet."
Moredin snickers.
Licel hisses.
Krolnivar nods to Moredin.
J>look
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see a sapphire-eyed zorchar verlok'ar that is flying around, the Shalla disk, the Jteim disk, a wide-scaled deep green abyran'a, the Elsun disk, a very tall mottled green grik'trak, a cloud of sky blue vapor that is flying around and a pale orange verlok feather.
Also here: Lord Syberus, Mekthros, Jenovadeath, Lady Shalla, Lady Lahanna, Rekarth, Jurporia, Yactaevia, Parrasite, Lord Krolnivar, Venrath, Avelorn, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Levihathan, Lord Hadiar, Suzan, Rontuu, Linsha, Lord Moredin, Kastrel, Querthose, Auriia, Grand Lord Mistros, Great Lord Licel, Garvane, Killashandre, Hrvac, Teer, Akari who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
Krolnivar says, "Exactly."
Querthose hesitantly says, "No...he must be dead."
Querthose hesitantly says, "The energy from the pillars had to have consumed him."
Moredin shifts his weight.
Speaking to Querthose, Venrath asks, "And if it did not?"
Speaking to Querthose, Garvane says, "You merely hope that."
Krolnivar asks, "I don't know that was all a bit sudden wasn't it?"
Rekarth says, "We shall see."
Querthose hesitantly says, "I remember seeing him overtaken by the energy of the pillars before we vanished."
Auriia nods to Querthose.
Moredin says, "In any case..."
Rontuu says, "It was all a blur in my eyes..."
Speaking to Querthose, Garvane asks, "What if he absorbed that energy?"
Rontuu frowns.
Querthose softly says, "The backlash was immense."
Rontuu says, "A sudden flash of light."
Speaking softly to Garvane, Querthose says, "I would be surprised if anyone could have absorbed that kind of magical energy."
Moredin says, "The realm dissolved. or seemed to."
Speaking to Querthose, Garvane says, "I wasn't there."
Garvane shrugs.
Auriia says, "A cowled dark-robed man says, "The pattern's hidden, he's already activated the pillars and let loose the pattern. If *we* reactivate the pillars and let loose the pattern once more onto him while he's this enthralled..."."
A pattern begins to form out of the massive torrent of unleashed energy building before your eyes -- the bright, angular channels cutting a swath through the chaotic mass of crimson and channeling it into a defined pathway.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Auriia shudders.
Hadiar gets an odd look on his face for a moment.
Moredin says, "That can't be good."
Licel winces.
Licel frowns.
Rekarth rubs his eyes.
Querthose grins slowly.
Levihathan cracks his knuckles!
Mekthros folds his hands behind his back.
Querthose quietly says, "The pattern."
Querthose quietly says, "It's the spell pattern."
Elsun just opened a dark spidersilk satchel secured with invar rune-etched buckles.
Rontuu says, "That is the hope."
Moredin raises an eyebrow.
Rontuu nods to Querthose.
Auriia says, "There is trouble in the world."
Auriia stares off into space.
Hadiar frowns.
Mekthros asks, "Is there?"
Moredin asks, "What else is new?"
Mekthros ponders.
Moredin cocks his head at Auriia.
Speaking to Auriia, Garvane says, "I'd like to point out you started this whole affair mortal."
Auriia nods to Mekthros.
Querthose softly says, "Not trouble, Auriia, we have accomplished what we set out to do."
Moredin says, "It's name is Mekthros."
Mekthros says, "I hadn't actually noticed much."
Moredin nods to Auriia.
Moredin coughs.
Mekthros says, "Oh, come now."
Moredin snickers.
Jurporia chuckles.
Jurporia says, "Couldn't resist."
Querthose softly says, "The pattern is being released, and it is clarifying itself. ."
You say, "Yes and we should be all glad he didn't screw it up."
Mekthros just pushed the hood of his cloak back off his head.
You point at Querthose.
Licel looks thoughtfully at you.
Speaking wryly to you, Licel says, "Funny you should say that."
Auriia stares at Garvane.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Mekthros says, "Actually, she went in first."
Mekthros points at Auriia.
Licel smirks at you!
You glance at Licel.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Auriia groans at Mekthros.
You say, "It is because he went ahead disregarding the mans directions."
Mekthros says, "She's a human."
You wave a hand at Licel, dismissing him indifferently.
Mekthros says, "What did you expect."
Moredin says, "Anyone have ambrominas? bunch of minors."
Speaking to Mekthros, Auriia asks, "Must you remember everything?"
Speaking softly to Elsun, Jteim says, "Ye best not tell anyone that was my cooking."
Moredin says, "Sha'haisa."
Parrasite says, "Shodom."
Elsun quietly asks, "Anyone have any fruit?"
Querthose softly asks, "What?"
Rontuu says, "What I'd give for the ability to stop the flows of essence as he did..."
Rontuu stretches.
Moredin grumbles.
Auriia asks, "Does anyone have ephlox moss left?"
Querthose gazes heavenward.
Moredin says, "This fruit is slow-working."
Auriia ponders.
Rekarth gets an odd look on his face for a moment.
Mistros grins at Rontuu.
Rontuu grins at Mistros.
Mekthros says, "I rather thought the fried gopher was better."
Mekthros says, "Now I'm all out."
The pattern continues to slice through the chaotic haze of crimson, and for a time it looks as if the two are fighting -- an eternal struggle of order against chaos, the swirling incarnadine spirals lashing outward against the angles desperately.
Linsha asks, "Anyone have a touch of root?"
Auriia grins at Mekthros.
Hrvac shifts his weight.
Speaking to Moredin, Parrasite says, "It may have withered a bit from traveling all the way from River's Rest."
Speaking thoughtfully to Mekthros, Querthose asks, "Did you want that back?"
Parrasite rubs his eyes.
Mekthros says, "No, you can keep it."
Moredin nods to Parrasite.
Mekthros says, "I'm sure I can find another gopher."
Auriia says, "I am missing a leg...tis a bit painful...the bloodloss i can restore ."
Querthose nods.
Moredin says, "Indeed. I need to go on a foraging trip sometime."
Moredin nods to Parrasite.
Garvane stares off into space.
Garvane says, "These patterns are odd."
Querthose softly asks, "Where did you find that gopher?"
Querthose frowns.
Venrath asks, "Can I have a piece of chalk, one of you with more than one?"
Mekthros says, "The desert."
Rontuu says, "Anyone who retrieved more than one of each chalk should give them to those who were unable to pick any up..."
Moredin asks, "Did everyone get chalk?"
Parrasite says, "I'm entranced by them."
Rontuu says, "Would be a good gestrue."
Mekthros says, "Where else would one get a gopher."
Querthose blinks.
Speaking to Moredin, Parrasite says, "I got one, poor quality."
Moredin says, "I only have one, but some may have more."
Rontuu says, "Gesture."
Rontuu snorts.
Rekarth shakes his head.
Avelorn blinks.
Kastrel softly asks, "What varieties were found?"
Hrvac snaps his fingers.
Querthose softly says, "The pattern is winning out it seems."
Auriia asks, "Syb...how much chalk do you have?"
Moredin carefully inspects his translucent chalk.
Avelorn darkly asks, "Chalk?"
Syberus peers quizzically at Auriia.
Linsha says, "I have poor quality chalk."
Linsha sighs.
Syberus removes some long translucent chalk from in his black longcoat.
Levihathan says, "I didn't get any, unfortunately."
Mistros says, "Same here. poor quality also on my one piece."
Querthose softly says, "Vellinos's magic is unable to hold it."
Auriia nods.
Moredin asks, "How can you tell the quality?"
Moredin acts puzzled.
You say, "I only picked up one superior chalk."
Mistros says, "Look at it."
Moredin nods.
Shalla asks, "What is the superior chalk?"
Hrvac nods.
Moredin says, "Mine's poor."
Kastrel softly says, "This is superior."
Kastrel points at some stubby translucent chalk.
Rontuu says, "The long translucent is the superior."
Rontuu nods.
Shalla nods.
Auriia turns to Killashandre and cheers!
Shalla ponders.
The pattern slowly resolves itself into a clear, complete image before you -- its lines flaring brightly as the remaining scarlet swirls are confined within its borders.
Killashandre smiles at Auriia.
Speaking to Shalla, Parrasite says, "It's better than poor chalk, i can tell you that."
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Syberus casts growled aspersions into mid-air.
Linsha says, "Not all. Mine is poor."
Rontuu says, "My mistake."
Garvane gets an odd look on his face for a moment.
Parrasite gazes heavenward.
Rontuu says, "The short stubby."
Lahanna smiles.
Rontuu starts chortling.
Auriia gazes heavenward.
(Moredin rubs his temples.)
Kastrel shrugs.
Syberus offers Auriia some long translucent chalk.
Levihathan asks, "Anyone have more than one piece?"
Syberus says, "It's pretty low-grade stuff it seems."
You remove some stubby translucent chalk from in your Faendryl greatcloak.
Syberus nods to Auriia.
Auriia accepts Syberus's translucent chalk.
Jteim softly asks, "Anyone have an extra piece of chalk for Elsun?"
Auriia blinks.
Moredin says, "I'd break mine in half if I could."
Moredin shrugs.
Speaking to Syberus, Auriia says, "Not for me, Jenova gave me one."
Mistros says, "Several people do, I doubt they will pass them though. Some people grabed four or five pieces."
Syberus asks, "Someone else need chalk?"
Jteim softly says, "Aye I noticed."
Auriia gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Jenovadeath says, "I had two, but I gave one away already."
Killashandre asks, "Chalk for me please?"
Lahanna nods to Syberus.
Hrvac nods to Syberus.
Elsun raises his hand.
Syberus removes some long translucent chalk from in his black longcoat.
Akari says, "I have none."
Yactaevia nods to Syberus.
Killashandre nods to Syberus.
Syberus offers Lahanna some long translucent chalk.
Elsun nods to Syberus.
Krolnivar says, "I didn't get a piece at all."
Rekarth says, "It's merely chalk."
Speaking to Syberus, Venrath says, "I do, Syberus."
Lahanna accepts Syberus's translucent chalk.
Syberus removes some long translucent chalk from in his black longcoat.
Rontuu says, "Elsun needs chalk."
Rekarth waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Syberus offers Venrath some long translucent chalk.
Moredin says, "Worry not."
Lahanna curtsies to Syberus.
Venrath accepts Syberus's translucent chalk.
Syberus removes some long translucent chalk from in his black longcoat.
Avelorn sighs.
Mistros says, "The chalk is what is used to activate our spell."
Jenovadeath says, "I'll trade someone for a Superior one, however."
Venrath bows to Syberus.
Jenovadeath attempts to hum a merry little tune.
Mistros nods to Rekarth.
Syberus says, "Hmm."
Avelorn darkly says, "I need some chalk too."
Elsun bows to Syberus.
Garvane says, "If anyone has some extra, I would like to see some."
Speaking to Auriia, Killashandre asks, "You need anything else?"
Mistros says, "At least one of the main aspects."
Akari asks, "Do I need some?"
Lahanna softly says, "You can have mine."
Akari raises an eyebrow.
Kastrel softly asks, "Is anyone finding their their long chalk is superior?"
Auriia looks over at Killashandre and shakes her head.
Rontuu shakes his head.
Avelorn smiles at Lahanna.
Mistros shakes his head.
Syberus says, "That.. seem sto be all I had."
Moredin says, "I'll have this chalk analyzed by some local alchemists and they'll likely be able to reproduce it."
Rontuu says, "Looks like the short one is the better quality."
Moredin nods.
Kastrel nods.
Mistros says, "The one I have is poor quality."
Rekarth says, "Then there shall, undoubtedly, be some way to acquire it other than extradimensional gadding about."
Querthose nods to Rekarth.
Querthose softly says, "There's no need to be concerned."
Jurporia nods to Rekarth.
Speaking to Querthose, Jenovadeath asks, "How does it feel to be the only casuality on the adventure?"
Speaking to Querthose, Jenovadeath says, "Marks out of 10."
Moredin snickers at Jenovadeath.
The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall down!
Roundtime: 12 seconds.
A wide-scaled deep green abyran'a falls to the ground!
A very tall mottled green grik'trak falls to the ground!
Yactaevia chuckles.
Speaking coldly to Jenovadeath, Querthose says, "I hate you."
Auriia giggles at Jenovadeath!
The pattern within your mind begins to flare brightly -- and for a moment, you see the *entirety* of it, every line, every angle, every complex loop and curve that forms its overall structure, every supporting arch and every detailed flourish -- each tiny detail burns itself into your mind, branding the very core of your thoughts with its intricate patterns. And then it fades away, and the knowledge of its complexity feels as if it had been there all along.
Mekthros stares off into space.
Hadiar mutters under his breath.
Querthose groans.
Jurporia says, "Thus far."
Auriia winces.
Moredin says, "You spoke too soon, Jenovadeath."
Krolnivar says, "There is still time."
Jenovadeath mutters under his breath.
A wide-scaled deep green abyran'a winds its way back to an upright position.
Jurporia thumps Jenovadeath!
Yactaevia says, "Jinx'd us."
Rekarth smiles.
Querthose coldly says, "I..."
A very tall mottled green grik'trak gets back on its feet.
Speaking to Jenovadeath, Jurporia says, "Don't remind him."
Rontuu smirks.
Mekthros says, "Hmm."
Licel hisses.
Mekthros says, "Interesting."
Rontuu says, "The knowledge is here."
Querthose hesitantly says, "The pattern..."
Syberus says, "The hell was that."
Lahanna gasps.
Garvane sits up.
Hadiar ponders.
Shalla grits her teeth.
Rekarth dusts himself off.
Querthose hesitantly says, "It's...I know it."
Linsha says, "The knowledge is ours."
Rontuu says, "Now if we can just determine the intricasies of using the spell..."
Rontuu smirks.
Moredin ponders.
Jteim softly says, "Thankyou."
Killashandre says, "Well .."
Rontuu asks, "Someone cast it?"
Rontuu starts chortling.
Querthose proudly says, "I know it."
Moredin chuckles.
Hadiar uses his translucent chalk to outline a large circle upon the floor.
Krolnivar nods to Querthose.
Garvane gets an odd look on his face for a moment.
You reach out and touch your leather necklace.
Kastrel glances at Hadiar.
Hrvac confidently says, "Thanks."
PJ>l
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see a summoning circle, a sapphire-eyed zorchar verlok'ar that is flying around, the Shalla disk, the Jteim disk, a wide-scaled deep green abyran'a, the Elsun disk, a very tall mottled green grik'trak, a cloud of sky blue vapor that is flying around and a pale orange verlok feather.
Also here: Lord Syberus, Linsha, Mekthros, Jenovadeath, Lady Shalla, Lady Lahanna, Rekarth, Jurporia, Yactaevia, Parrasite, Lord Krolnivar, Venrath who is lying down, Avelorn, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Levihathan, Lord Hadiar, Suzan, Rontuu, Lord Moredin, Kastrel, Querthose, Auriia, Grand Lord Mistros, Great Lord Licel, Garvane who is sitting, Killashandre who is lying down, Hrvac, Teer who is lying down, Akari
Obvious exits: out
Krolnivar says, "We all do."
Hadiar says, "Well, there's the summoning circle."
Speaking to Querthose, Venrath says, "Then cast it."
Querthose nods.
Moredin asks, "Cast it without the proper runes?"
PJ>l circle
The perfectly scribed circle is traced in a fine translucent dust on the ground, hardly looking like a barrier in any way whatsoever. However, you can feel powerful magic radiating from within it.
Hadiar shrugs.
You gesture at a summoning circle.
You move to cast at your summoning circle, but realize that it is probably not a good idea to use a summoning circle prepared by someone else.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
Hadiar says, "Let's find out what happens."
Killashandre says, "Need a rune book."
Querthose attempts to move towards a summoning circle, but is stopped in his tracks by some unseen force.
Garvane casually observes his surroundings.
Hadiar nods.
Rontuu reaches out and touches a summoning circle.
Hadiar prods a summoning circle with the tip of his finger.
Parrasite shifts his eyes to Licel.
Auriia stares at a summoning circle.
Jenovadeath says, "Attempt to draw on the circle."
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Garvane stares at a summoning circle.
Mekthros ponders.
Querthose thoughtfully says, "I do wonder if the representative from the Council is alive or dead."
Rontuu agrees with Querthose.
Moredin says, "That circle is for summoning."
Hadiar furrows his brow.
Jenovadeath uses his translucent chalk to outline a large circle upon the floor.
Auriia reaches out and touches a summoning circle.
Rontuu nods to Jenovadeath.
Speaking to Querthose, Venrath says, "I am surprised it concerns you."
Jenovadeath rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking thoughtfully to Venrath, Querthose says, "It doesn't concern me in the way you might think."
Syberus rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Mekthros ponders.
Auriia ponders.
Rontuu says, "So summoning circles must be drawn..."
Querthose softly says, "I never said I hoped he was alive."
Moredin exclaims, "Why are you mooks drawing summoning circles?!"
Jenovadeath says, "We need... a rune book."
Moredin stares off into space.
Parrasite walks towards Licel.
Yactaevia says, "Interesting."
Moredin says, "Blah."
Moredin says, "We need runes...destination runes."
Shalla says, "I can prepare the planar shift."
Garvane says, "I'm not sure, but if a major demon comes and destroys our guild I will fiercely deny that I was ever here."
(OOC) Rontuu's player whispers to the group, "Per Jenovadeath's success... One must "draw summoning circle."."
Garvane takes a moment to observe a summoning circle.
Hadiar whispers to the group, "Per MY success."
Avelorn nods.
Hadiar snorts.
Killashandre grins at Garvane.
(OOC) Rontuu's player whispers to the group, "My apologies."
Mekthros chuckles.
(OOC) Querthose's player whispers to the group, "With chalk in your hand, I assume."
Akari says, "I need chalk."
Krolnivar asks, "Is there any spare chalk, that I might try?"
(OOC) Rontuu's player whispers to the group, "Per Hadiar's success."
Moredin asks, "Hrm?"
Garvane says, "Drawing summoning circles and you don't even know how they work. You all are insane."
Auriia puzzles over a summoning circle.
Parrasite whispers to the group, "Where you intend on going?"
Shalla whispers to the group, "How do you find the patterns in a place?"
Yactaevia asks, "Anyone still have extra chalk?"
Venrath nods to Garvane.
Jurporia nods to Garvane.
Shalla gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
(OOC) Mekthros's player whispers to the group, "Or Hakwea's, actually. Or Hadiar's. Or Jenova's. Let's argue more about that."
Moredin ponders.
Jurporia says, "We are sorcerers...it's a prerequisit."
Rontuu grins at Mekthros.
Moredin chuckles.
Linsha attempts to move towards a summoning circle, but is stopped in her tracks by some unseen force.
(OOC) Jenovadeath's player whispers to the group, "Wait, what? I missed it. What are we arguing about?"
Moredin whispers to the group, "Hell if I know."
Lahanna gazes heavenward.
(OOC) Rontuu's player whispers to the group, "Your good looks."
Moredin laughs at Rontuu!
Garvane says, "I hope if you summon a demon accidently, it kills only the drawer of the circle."
Shalla whispers to the group, "Let's go to landing."
Shalla chuckles.
(OOC) Auriia's player whispers to the group, "Be nice...i been logging this whole mess. hehe."
Rontuu laughs!
Moredin ponders.
Akari asks, "Anyone can spare some chalk?"
Suzan grins.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Licel ponders.
Moredin cocks his head at Querthose.
Moredin ponders.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Mekthros ponders.
Moredin nods.
Moredin says, "That's what I thought."
Linsha says, "Hmm."
Moredin begins drawing a faint, twisting symbol as he utters an arcane invocation in hushed tones...
Moredin gestures at a summoning circle.
Moredin incants arcanely but something goes horribly wrong. A trickle of violent energy is released around him.
... 15 points of damage!
Oof! Sudden impact knocks the wind out of Moredin.
He is knocked to the ground!
He is stunned!
Mekthros ponders.
Moredin snaps his fingers.
Suzan softly says, "Ouch."
Auriia blinks.
Moredin grins.
Garvane stares at Moredin.
You say, "I am guessing the counciler is not coming back."
Kastrel softly says, "Hmm."
Garvane says, "One down."
You ponder.
Garvane says, "Excellent."
(OOC) Rontuu's player whispers to the group, "Anyone recall the verbage on reading through your volume?"
Moredin says, "Tickles."
Speaking softly to Moredin, Kastrel asks, "What did you do?"
(OOC) Rontuu's player whispers to the group, "My apologies as I seem to have forgotten."
Moredin says, "Ah...tried to summon something I shouldn't have."
Moredin chuckles.
Kastrel nods to Moredin.
(OOC) You whisper, "Flip/turn for pages and read to read." to your group.
Rontuu nods to you.
Jteim whispers to the group, "So our volume of the demons is what we need?"
Rontuu shrugs.
Auriia blinks.
Kastrel softly asks, "Perhaps here is not appropriate?"
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Hrvac rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Rontuu says, "I doubt that the volume's are appropriate."
Garvane asks, "What exactly did you all do?"
Akari says, "I haven't did anything, I need chalk."
Akari grins sheepishly.
Rontuu says, "We followed the representitive of the council to another plane of existance..."
PJ>think hardly, more like the saving of it
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Roundtime: 5 seconds.
Rontuu says, "A horrible realm of twisting nightmares."
(OOC) Jenovadeath's player whispers to the group, "The DRAW verb isn't working now."
Rontuu smirks.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
(OOC) Jenovadeath's player whispers to the group, "That's how I made the circle the first time, hmm."
Rontuu says, "From there we battled demons and undead..."
Garvane chuckles.
Suzan grins.
Rontuu says, "And eventually discovered Vellinos."
Killashandre's midnight black satchel flickers in and out of existence for a moment but then stabilizes.
(OOC) Hrvac's player whispers to the group, "They probably lost up there on how this works."
Shalla whispers to the group, "Maybe the guild master would teach us how to draw runes."
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Mekthros whispers to the group, "We could ask him nicely."
Jenovadeath nods to Mekthros.
Mekthros whispers to the group, "Or not."
Jenovadeath snickers.
Moredin says, "Need to figure out how to sense the patterns of a room."
Akari says, "Anyplace to get chalk?think."
Rontuu says, "Upon finding him, he was engrossed in his magic... We simply unlocked the pillars containing the spell pattern and released it to the realms."
Akari rubs his chin thoughtfully.
(OOC) Mekthros's player whispers to the group, "Try SENSE PATTERN."
PJ>think it was the Faendryl in charge of it as usual
You focus on projecting your thoughts...
Roundtime: 5 seconds.
Moredin says, "Hrm."
Moredin nods.
You have difficulty aligning your senses with the mana flows in this area.
Garvane asks, "What magic was that?"
Teer asks, "What spell's pattern?"
Rontuu whispers to the group, "That appears appropriate."
Rekarth rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Jenovadeath whispers to the group, "What'd I miss?"
Auriia says, "The flows are not right."
Rontuu says, "The magic is yet to be fully discovered..."
(OOC) Linsha's player whispers to the group, "I can't sense a pattern."
(OOC) Mekthros's player whispers to the group, "I think it's the room, guys. It's not a teleportable room."
Rontuu says, "Our thought it is will allow us to shift between planes, similar to how we reached the other realm."
Garvane nods.
(OOC) Mekthros's player whispers to the group, "Which is why the sense is failing."
Auriia agrees with Mekthros.
Mekthros whispers to the group, "On this note. I think I'll be going."
Mekthros nods.
Rontuu nods.
Suzan chuckles.
Mekthros disbands his group.
Mekthros shakes the dust off his hooded leather cloak.
Mekthros says, "It was lovely wandering into the depths of hell with all of you."
Linsha asks, "I thought there was a summoning chamber in the guild?"
Rontuu rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You say, "I wonder if the counciler will be back."
Elsun nods to Jteim.
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
Mekthros says, "I hope never to do it again."
Suzan grins at Mekthros.
Auriia curtsies to Mekthros.
Mekthros bows.
Teer says, "Aye there is."
Mekthros rubs his bloodjewel amulet.
Mekthros suddenly disappears.
Auriia snickers.
Shalla says, "Maybe only certain areas have a pattern."
Shalla says, "Let's try the dais."
Auriia ponders.
Rontuu says, "But your faithful guidance helped inspire us all Mekthros..."
Rontuu smirks.
Yactaevia asks, "So no one has a spare chalk huh?"
Yactaevia frowns.
Auriia stares at a summoning circle.