Post by K Man on Mar 21, 2005 16:26:23 GMT -5
{LOL...with all the healing going around, the "smart" banners started throwin' up ads for 'Broken Bone healing cream' and medical centers...I love messing with them.}
{Hero - There is no more spore damage coming.}
{Girud - Mordrock failed to resist the initial effect, which was death. I don't think I will inflict more upon the small Goblin.}
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Krysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Hero, Caelith, Callian and Garor - Mordrock graciously accepts the Paladin's healing, taking all the attention in like it were lifebreath. The small Goblin's eyes especially remain on Krysta, pleased she showed at least a marginal interest in his continued survival.
He barely manages to get to his feet, only to stump his toe on the chest and curse some more...an entire string of less than mentionable Goblin phrases that make even the Dwarves blush. He hobbles along, spitting on the ground.
Once all are healed, gear is accounted for and new treasure inventoried, the nearby door is opened to the next room. {8c} Luckily, as expected, the lack of nose also meant no creatures here. Inside the room, covering the floor from wall to wall, is a heap of feathers and filth that look like a giant bird's nest.
Looking back to the feathered corpse of the Vrock demon...perhaps this is its home? It certainly looks like it...
The smell is atrocious and the filth is disgusting even from a distance. If you had to guess, the Abyssal would certainly call this place home...
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Romar - The heat blasts outward, like a canon firing.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Ignorant? I can smell the fear on you a mile away pathetic one...
You think it is my magic that veils me in this place? It is your own fear that clouds your sight.
You think you can defeat me. Step forward and prepare to be mistaken...[/glow]
You take a moment, eyes burning from the acrid stench wafting over them, that the clerics that have designed this place must be truly insane...
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Yuri - The fire-voice crackles some more, like the stoking of a forge.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Aid the state of the land? When, since taking innocent life, do you care for others spawn of night? What dark seed grows within you now vampire? Do you seek the Hidden City to drink from its veins freely?Or perhaps you seek the only thing the clerics can offer you...
Annihilation.[/glow]
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{Hero - There is no more spore damage coming.}
{Girud - Mordrock failed to resist the initial effect, which was death. I don't think I will inflict more upon the small Goblin.}
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Krysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Hero, Caelith, Callian and Garor - Mordrock graciously accepts the Paladin's healing, taking all the attention in like it were lifebreath. The small Goblin's eyes especially remain on Krysta, pleased she showed at least a marginal interest in his continued survival.
He barely manages to get to his feet, only to stump his toe on the chest and curse some more...an entire string of less than mentionable Goblin phrases that make even the Dwarves blush. He hobbles along, spitting on the ground.
Once all are healed, gear is accounted for and new treasure inventoried, the nearby door is opened to the next room. {8c} Luckily, as expected, the lack of nose also meant no creatures here. Inside the room, covering the floor from wall to wall, is a heap of feathers and filth that look like a giant bird's nest.
Looking back to the feathered corpse of the Vrock demon...perhaps this is its home? It certainly looks like it...
The smell is atrocious and the filth is disgusting even from a distance. If you had to guess, the Abyssal would certainly call this place home...
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Romar - The heat blasts outward, like a canon firing.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Ignorant? I can smell the fear on you a mile away pathetic one...
You think it is my magic that veils me in this place? It is your own fear that clouds your sight.
You think you can defeat me. Step forward and prepare to be mistaken...[/glow]
You take a moment, eyes burning from the acrid stench wafting over them, that the clerics that have designed this place must be truly insane...
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Yuri - The fire-voice crackles some more, like the stoking of a forge.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Aid the state of the land? When, since taking innocent life, do you care for others spawn of night? What dark seed grows within you now vampire? Do you seek the Hidden City to drink from its veins freely?Or perhaps you seek the only thing the clerics can offer you...
Annihilation.[/glow]
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