The Rone Resurgence - 5118-09-28 - Developments in the Bleaklands

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Imaerasta 28-29, 5118

by Leafiara Autumnwind of the TownCrier


Summary

  • As Prax gathers Magister Raelee and others to go through a portal to the Bleaklands, Rooks are reported attacking outside the outpost. Bourthian soldiers and Landing militiamen battle them throughout the night while most of the more seasoned adventurers proceed to the Bleaklands.
  • While journeying through, the oily black sapling that many had seen before on the previous trip is noticed to have grown into a full blapple-bearing tree. Elsewhere a ripple in the air is spotted, through which the Shadow Realm can be seen.
  • As Prax gathers soil samples, adventurers defend him and themselves from vultures, bleakworms, bleakwasps, phantoms, beetles, shadow bats, Blameless zombies, shadowy primordials, faceless waste wights, and even amorphous dark oculoths.
  • Quinshon is briefly spotted amidst the group, then disappears, then is later spotted again, and then disappears again.
  • Amidst all of this, the mammoth floating maggot that many had seen on prior trips, covered in thousands of teeth and dripping with ichor, floats toward the group. Eventually it begins releasing spores, which float toward the portal and through to the Landing. Just as Prax finishes collecting his samples, there are mass deaths in the Landing caused by the spores--but eventually the situation is cleared up.


Highlights

As the gigantic maggot like creature glides closer across the sky, some of the vultures soar away, moving far away.
Puptilian says, "We need to go...."
Leafiara comments, "Never know, Roblar might be looking for a new challenge."
Xorus says, "But we have not even met it yet."

Log

Preparations

[Town Square Central]

This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.

Some dark hooded figures move hurriedly across some nearby rooftops.

Praxopius: "Evening. Seems a storm is brewing. I'll be to town shortly to gather those who wish to aid me in my trip to the Bleaklands."

Praxopius: "I shall meet you all outside of Moot Hall."

[Town Square, East]

Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town's more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a large purple wooden barrel and a bone-framed bulletin board.

Praxopius wheels in.

Cryheart says, "Evening."

Praxopius grins.

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Jahadeem says, "Hello there. Nice to finally put a face to the name."

Praxopius grins at Jahadeem.

Praxopius says, "Evening."

Praxopius says, "I apologize for the delay."

Praxopius: "Magister, we will come to you?"

Raelee: "Walking to town only to be escorted back seemed rather inefficient."

Praxopius says, "There's been some Rook movement. We're keeping an eye on things."

Praxopius asks, "Who do I join?"

Cryheart raises his hand.

Praxopius says, "We'll head to the Outpost."

Leafiara curiously asks, "Who's the 'we' keeping an eye on things?"

Praxopius says, "Oh good. Cryheart should get us there after passing it three times."

Cryheart says, "Moving out."

Praxopius chuckles.

Praxopius joins Cryheart's group.

Cryheart snickers at Praxopius.

[Sir Cryheart begins leading onward]

Cryheart asks, "She in the lab?"

Ysharra says, "She should be."

Praxopius says, "I have alerted Lord Breshon and his men to keep an eye on things at the Outpost."

Leafiara nods understandingly.

Praxopius says, "I worry about an attack from the Brotherhood."

Puptilian says, "The outpost. I wonder if the Rooks will attack the ships."

Leafiara dryly says, "Because their last attack on the outpost went so well."

Praxopius grins at Puptilian.

Speaking to Praxopius, Puptilian says, "Easy big targets that would hurt the Empire. Makes more sense to me then attacking here."

Praxopius says, "They'll find it more challenging to attack them than it seems."

[The group arrives at its destination...]

[Hendoran Outpost, Laboratory]

Faint shimmering wards run along the black walls of this circular laboratory, while the dark ceiling stretches to a high apex of opaque glass windows which allow for a warm glow from the moon to bleed through. Situated in one corner is a polished drakar-inlaid crucible, just opposite of a slate-topped workbench. Two large bookshelves stand like wooden sentinels on each side of a rune-carved steel door.

Also here: Taelarn, Maltreis, Shinann, Nodyre, Elbromo, Xorus, Lord Thrassus, Pietra, Bjarn, Tsarok, Lady Kyaloria, Darcena, Saranja, Stormyrain, Lord Jahadeem, Lleuo, Ysharra, Melikor, Eheylien, Vancudais, Develdeg, Master Neovik, Event Planner Beyrn, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Claede, Rhayveign, Puptilian, Marshal Meureii, Hapenlok, Mayor Lylia, Lord Arianiss, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Gorvalt, Kelgan, Zosopage, Praxopius, Master Beldannon, Commander Roblar, Chaoswynd, Sir Cryheart, Magister Raelee

Cryheart says, "Found it."

Praxopius grins.

Praxopius says, "I brought friends."

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "Of course, one might ask why you felt it necessary to travel to town. You could have simply requested they meet us here."

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.

Praxopius asks, "You feel confident with a new portal to the Bleaklands?"

Praxopius peers quizzically at Raelee.

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "Do you not?"

Praxopius says, "I am not able to make them no."

Praxopius chuckles.

Praxopius glances at a rune-carved steel door.

Praxopius asks, "Shall we head inside?"

Praxopius indicates a rune-carved steel door as a possible option.

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "Go ahead."

Sir Cryheart's group just went through a rune-carved steel door.

[Hendoran Outpost, Gateway]

The stone walls are smooth and covered with faint, yet meticulously-detailed wards that periodically shimmer with pale silver light. The glow from the rune-etched walls bathes the entire circular chamber in a soft luminosity. The very air crackles with a powerful energy, as the occasional spark of lightning dances harmlessly across the high-domed ceiling. You also see a rune-carved steel door.

Praxopius nods.

Cryheart says, "Been awhile."

Praxopius says, "Please, settle a moment."

Cryheart says, "All quiet please."

Cryheart says, "Let Praxopius concentrate."

Praxopius asks, "Has anyone...NOT been to the Bleaklands before?"

Darcena raises her hand.

Pietra raises her hand.

Jahadeem raises his hand.

Arianiss asks, "What's the Bleaklands?"

Claede raises his hand.

Taelarn nods at Praxopius.

Kyaloria raises her hand.

Praxopius nods.

Develdeg raises his hand.

Maltreis nods at Praxopius.

Praxopius says, "Good. You all go first."

Praxopius chuckles.

Speaking to Arianiss, Puptilian says, "The destroyed...remains of Talador."

Cryheart says, "A place where Talador used to exist."

Speaking shortly to Praxopius, Darcena says, "No."

Arianiss exclaims, "Sounds good to me!"

Speaking dryly to Cryheart, Raelee says, "He is not doing anything. Not yet."

Speaking heartily to Arianiss, Chamorr says, "It's very bleak."

Maltreis says, "I have read about it, of course."

Praxopius says, "It is said to be very dangerous. The magical wasteland of what once was Talador."

Praxopius says, "I will need some time to collect some soil samples."

Ysharra asks, "Does the sapling still thrive?"

Praxopius says, "So.."

Praxopius says, "I really have no speech prepared."

Speaking to Praxopius, Darcena asks, "You don't think my body can be loaded on your chair and wheeled about?"

Speaking to Ysharra, Raelee says, "I was not afforded the time to check the last I visited. Temporal bubbles had to be managed."

Praxopius says, "Please be careful."

Praxopius says, "When it is time for us to leave, please do not hesitate."

Praxopius says, "I do not wish to overstay our welcome."

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.


Portal Inside, Attack Outside

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "Your 'speech' is complete now, yes?"

Praxopius says, "Magister."

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

As Raelee draws a rune-burned lor staff crowned with a coiling bronze scorpion, three tiny orbs of blazing flame swirl about its surface.

(Raelee briefly rubs her hands together, generating a few errant sparks.)

Raelee's gaze takes on an intense focus as her eyes flare brilliantly with a hot white glow.

Praxopius reaches into a pouch and removes a small kit that he opens up in his lap. He pulls out some small glass vials, inspecting each one briefly, then placing them securely back into the kit and back into his pouch.

(Raelee taps the end of her staff against a long sequence of runes along the walls, leaving each rune to glow in turn.)

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "You are ready?"

Raelee adds, "... and the lot of you?"

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

Some loud commotion can be heard from outside of the room. A voice shouts, "Figures in the woods! Archers be on alert!"

(Raelee plants the end of her staff into the center of the floor. The runes all flash and a red glow crackles its way up the walls.)

Speaking slowly to Raelee, Chaoswynd says, "Now would probably be a good time."

(Raelee makes a broad gesture with her free arm, tracing a large circle in the air.)

Speaking distractedly to Chaoswynd, Raelee says, "... do not rush me."

Chaoswynd nods slowly at Raelee.

Chaoswynd glances out.

A streak of red light appears in the center of the room, and begins to swirl about like a crimson serpent chasing its tail.

Raelee's gaze takes on an intense focus as her eyes flare brilliantly with a hot white glow.

More shouting can be heard from outside of the Hendoran Outpost. "There's some attackers outside of the Outpost!" Some young militiamen and young Bourthian soldiers race out to clash with the invading archers, arcanists and swordsmen.

(Raelee repeats her circular gesture as the red light grows in intensity.)

Raelee gets a distant look in her eyes.

Raelee absently says, "Go outside, fire arrows from the hallway..."

A flickering red portal appears.

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.

Raelee snaps her fingers.

Praxopius nods.

The portal expands and the center grows more transparent, with views of the vast broken Bleaklands beyond.

Praxopius nods.

Commander Roblar just went through a flickering red portal.



Bleaklands: Arrival and Observations

Sir Cryheart's group just went through a flickering red portal.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a flickering red portal.

Cryheart asks, "Ready to move forward?"

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Praxopius says, "Yes."

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate.

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate.

Praxopius says, "As close to what was Talador as possible."

Praxopius says, "We'll go from there."

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went northeast.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate.

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate.

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went northeast.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate.

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went east.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The great northern mountains rise up like a wall of jagged, icy fingers in the distance. Their peaks are obscured by heavy black clouds, and the once fresh mountain air has been replaced by the stagnant, putrid odor of burnt flesh and scorched earth. You also see a towering oily black tree.

Cryheart glances at a towering oily black tree.

Xorus glances at a towering oily black tree.

Thrassus glances at a towering oily black tree and grins.

You take a moment to observe everything you can about a towering oily black tree.

Xorus says, "My my, you have grown..."

>look tree

The oily black tree appears to be about ten feet tall. It can be harvested for glistening black apples. There are no names carved into the tree.

You can try to shake, pluck, or climb the oily black tree.

Roblar deeply asks, "What we lookin for?"

Arianiss reaches over and pluck a glistening black apple from the oily black tree.

Shinann frowns.

Roblar deeply says, "Can sense things."

Arianiss offers Darcena a glistening black apple.

Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "The Magister's former supervisor rang a bell. Like calling for dinner."

Stormyrain tilts her head up.

Stormyrain swears under her breath.

Praxopius asks, "Was it not always this big?"

Ysharra reaches out and touches a towering oily black tree.

Roblar scans the ground and his immediate surroundings.

Ysharra says, "No."

Puptilian says, "Not natural."

Thrassus leans against the oily black tree for a moment's rest.

Leafiara remarks, "Used to be a mere sapling a year ago."

Cryheart says, "I think it was a sapling."

Darcena accepts Arianiss's black apple.

Xorus leans against the oily black tree for a moment's rest.

Darcena takes a bite of her black apple.

Darcena bites into her apple and blanches, eyes watering from disgust. A few drops of blood trickle down from her mouth.

Ysharra says, "It was a sapling two years ago. But I know relatively little about this species as of yet."

Cryheart asks, "Ready?"

Speaking to Arianiss, Darcena exclaims, "Perfect!"

Puptilian says, "The trees in the Landing grew fast and spread far."

Pietra forages briefly and manages to find a moonlight cactus-bloom!

Ysharra reaches out and touches a towering oily black tree.

Leafiara adds, "At least... assuming this is the same spot. There are few landmarks around here."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Hapenlok says, "They were fed with massive amounts of blood."

Speaking to a towering oily black tree, Ysharra says, "Hello, pretty."

Stormyrain clenches her jaw.

Sir Cryheart's group just went north.

[Talador, The Bleaklands] Rows and rows of crumbled, charred stones are strewn about the broken landscape where the towering walls of Talador once stood. Even the wind is hot, swirling around and scattering ash and smoldering debris all about. You also see a small ripple in the air.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Ysharra.

You take a moment to observe everything you can about a small ripple in the air.

Xorus blinks.

Praxopius says, "Here will work. The old walls."

Puptilian says, "Needs destroyed."

Praxopius frowns.

Cryheart says, "Shadow realm."

Xorus says, "Fascinating."

Speaking to Ysharra, Stormyrain murmurs, "They weren't very pretty when they were killing everything living in the forests outside the Landing."

Speaking quietly to Leafiara, Saranja says, "Reminds me of Goblyn's orchard."

Chamorr heartily says, "Shadow realm."

Roblar deeply says, "Ah remember der."

Speaking to Saranja, Leafiara agrees, "They're pretty similar, yes."

Raelee quietly says, "... curious."

Praxopius asks, "A new development?"

Speaking to Stormyrain, Darcena exclaims, "Then we just chop them all down and eat all their apples!"

(Puptilian kneels down and scoops several samples of the dirt into another bag placing it into his cloak.)

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "It is."

Speaking slowly to Chaoswynd, Stormyrain asks, "Remember what I said could be worse?"

Speaking to Stormyrain, Ysharra says, "We're used to being the predator. We feel betrayed when we find out we're the mouse."

Elbromo asks, "Town is under attack?"

Hapenlok says, "Chop them down only means there's more."

Speaking to Darcena, Puptilian says, "You chop them down and like a weed it grows more."

Speaking to Stormyrain, Chaoswynd murmurs, "Indeed."

Darcena muses, "Sounds perfect."

Speaking to Ysharra, Stormyrain says, "I was no mouse, but the foliage outside the Landing the the wildlife suffered greatly. It was disconcerting to say the least."

Darcena cheerfully exclaims, "More apples!"

Speaking to a small ripple in the air, Hapenlok asks, "Eh? is anyone else a bit uneasy about this?"

Speaking to Hapenlok, Stormyrain says, "Yes."

For a moment, the ground trembles and cracks, and oddly, seems to expand as if stretching outward.

Thrassus gazes thoughtfully at a small ripple in the air.

Hapenlok says, "I don't remember this being here the last time I was here."

Chaoswynd glances down.

Nodyre cringes.

Cryheart raises an eyebrow.

Pietra wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Xorus smiles.

Stormyrain squints.

Roblar shakes his head.

Claudaro gazes thoughtfully at a small ripple in the air.

Shinann glances down.

Roblar mutters under his breath.

Raelee remarks, "I was last travelling this way in Koaratos. This... is a more recent development."

Stormyrain absently murmurs, "It wasn't."

Leafiara admits, "I don't remember it either."

Roblar deeply says, "Some evil never perishes."

>look rip

You gaze through the small ripple and see...

[Shadow Realm]

The air hums with an unseen energy, and tendrils of deep shadow trail across the ground like snakes hungrily searching for prey. In the distance, a scarlet light pulses, distorting the bruised sky and smearing the colors like so much paint under an artist's brush.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Ysharra says, "Call it a fascination. If it's here, it's shown greater adaptability than most everything else here."

Cryheart agrees with Roblar.

Speaking to Ysharra, Stormyrain says, "Or the Shadow realm is somehow influencing this place now."

Roblar deeply says, "Where da trees came from."

Elbromo asks, "Shadow realm in ripple?"

Speaking to Roblar, Hapenlok says, "It's nothing to do with evil, it has everything to do with another valence invading ours...again...or still."

Roblar deeply says, "Well, wid everythin else der shall consider dem evil."

Chamorr heartily says, "Let's go inside."

Forms can be seen flying across the slate-hued sky overhead.

Roblar deeply says, "Drinkin on blood, ours."

Speaking to Stormyrain, Puptilian says, "Something is influencing here. I can't feel anything here with my touch of nature. Nothing here is a creation of Imaera."

Ysharra says, "Here they come."

Roblar deeply says, "Needs to be destroyed, agin."

Soil Sample 1

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "How deep do you need to collect the samples from?"

Hapenlok says, "Considering that the last time the valences touched, it almost ate the world? I'm a little nervous."

A loud shriek fills the night. Its call is soon answered by a dozen more.

Praxopius says, "I am not sure, truly."

Praxopius says, "But I shall get to work at once."

Praxopius lowers himself down out of his chair, and begins to dig into the soil with his hands.

A shadow passes overhead as a glowing-eyed opaque blue vulture soars into view!

[And so begins combat as several more vultures approach and are rather quickly killed off. But then...]

The ground begins to rumble.

Ysharra says, "Here comes a worm."

Shinann says, "Worms..."

Dirt and rock explode from the ground beneath Chaoswynd as a huge ashen bleakworm erupts from underground and crashes onto the surface!

Rocks and dirt pelt Chaoswynd as he is thrown into the air!

Chaoswynd makes a stunning maneuver in the air avoiding the majority of the debris and landing upright!

[And so begins combat as several more bleakworms approach and are also rather quickly killed off.]

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

Rows and rows of crumbled, charred stones are strewn about the broken landscape where the towering walls of Talador once stood. Even the wind is hot, swirling around and scattering ash and smoldering debris all about. You also see a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a huge ashen bleakworm that appears dead, a small piece of flesh, a splintered cudgel, a dented aventail, a dented and cracked helm and a small ripple in the air.

[Some are killed, but their bodies are transported back through the portal. The next creature to approach is...]

An oily black bleakwasp buzzes in.

[And so begins combat with bleakwasps and a few more bleakworms as Prax continues collecting his samples. Next up is:]

Out of thin air, a shadowy figure takes shape before your eyes and materializes into a flickering golden-eyed phantom!

[More phantoms and bleakworms, then...]

A glistening oily black beetle crawls out of a crack in the ground, clicking its pincers!

[More beetles, then...]

A leathery black shadow bat descends from the ebony sky high above!

[More bats, more wasps, more worms.]

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "Can you collect what you require here?"

In the distance, the ethereal sound of an old bell rings out. Soon visible on the horizon is a swarm of bald white-armored figures, their battered and broken bodies shambling towards your location.

Roblar deeply says, "Undead."

Hapenlok says, "They're coming."

Leafiara defiantly says, "Let 'em come."

[And indeed they do.]

[More zombies, more worms, and then eventually...]

Praxopius closes up a vial, placing it in his kit.

A bald white-armored zombie struggles up out of the ground!


Soil Sample 2

Praxopius says, "Let us go to another spot."

Praxopius says, "I need a few more."

Ysharra says, "We should find a place where magic works."

Eheylien says, "That would be nice."

Speaking sarcastically to Praxopius, Meureii says, "Take your time."

Praxopius says, "Another spot."

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went south.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The great northern mountains rise up like a wall of jagged, icy fingers in the distance. Their peaks are obscured by heavy black clouds, and the once fresh mountain air has been replaced by the stagnant, putrid odor of burnt flesh and scorched earth. You also see an oily black bleakwasp, an oily black bleakwasp, an oily black bleakwasp, an oily black bleakwasp that appears dead and a towering oily black tree.

Cryheart asks, "Good enough?"

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius leans back to the ground, sifting through the broken ground.

[Wasps and worms attack.]

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "Something from a greater depth?"

[Zombies, worms, wasps, and phantoms attack.]

Ribbons of shadow bleed across the sky.

[And then comes a new attacker...]

The air abruptly grows cold, the shadows suddenly seem alive.

The air abruptly grows cold, the shadows suddenly seem alive.

The air abruptly grows cold, the shadows suddenly seem alive.

Suddenly, small writhing tendrils of shadow reach out towards Jahadeem!

... 45 points of damage!

The shadows seem to envelop Jahadeem, drawing out life!

Suddenly, small writhing tendrils of shadow reach out towards Bjarn!

... 45 points of damage!

The shadows seem to envelop Bjarn, drawing out life!

Hapenlok makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...

Hapenlok gestures.

Hapenlok discovers the hiding place of a huge shadowy primordial!

Hapenlok discovers the hiding place of a huge shadowy primordial!

Hapenlok discovers the hiding place of a huge shadowy primordial!

[More primordials, more wasps.]

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee suggests, "Make note of the primordials. They may be... relevant."

Patches of shadows seem to detach from the heavens, dripping down like rivulets of ichor. As they touch the broken ground, they begin to expand and take on a form as they glide closer....

Ysharra says, "Oh dear."

An amorphous dark oculoth hovers in, its central eye rolling back and forth.

[Many more oculoths.]

Leafiara comments, "Never a dull moment here, at least."

Speaking to Xorus, Raelee remarks, "This is quite a development."

Speaking to Raelee, Xorus says, "... and yet not unexpected."

Speaking to Xorus, Maltreis asks, "Oculoths, could they have come from that rift?"

Puptilian says, "Odd. Not seen those on the outskirts. Must be something different here to see them."

Xorus nods at Maltreis.

Praxopius seals up another vial.

Soil Sample 3

Praxopius says, "Another location."

Xorus says, "Those are shadow realm creatures."

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Cryheart says, "Ok..moving westerly."

Cryheart asks, "Ready?"

Thrassus says, "The oculoths came from the sky."

Cryheart glances at Praxopius.

Praxopius nods.

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a flickering golden-eyed phantom, a flickering golden-eyed phantom, a flickering golden-eyed phantom and a flickering golden-eyed phantom.

[Phantoms, oculoths, and wasps attack.]

Praxopius begins to collect some more soil into a vial.

[And a new type of enemy appears.]

A faceless waste wight suddenly bursts from the floor!

[Wights, wasps, worms, and phantoms attack.]

Speaking to Praxopius, Pietra asks, "How ya doin on the samples?"


Approach of the Ablobination

Peeling away from the wall of dark patches in the sky, a huge, mammoth oily black creature floats into view. Its body glistens and drips with ichor, as thousands of teeth cover portions of its maggot-like giant body. It slowly twists through the sky, manuevering towards your location.

Leafiara says, "Ah, there it is."

Hapenlok says, "Vathor."

Pietra says, "Ewwww."

Nodyre says, "Hooboy."

Leafiara sagely states, "The ablobination."

Xorus says, "Finally..."

Speaking to Hapenlok, Chaoswynd says, "Ablobination."

Puptilian says, "Dispel the vathors."

Praxopius says, "...that is no vathor."

Speaking to Chaoswynd, Stormyrain mouths, "Too late."

Thrassus exclaims, "There it is again!"

Shinann says, "No.. it is not a vathor."

Xorus says, "We will need a bigger..."

Hapenlok cheerfully says, "Drink up lads, the world's about to end."

Soil Sample 4

Praxopius says, "A new spot please."

Praxopius nods.

Cryheart nods at Praxopius.

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went southwest.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a bald white-armored zombie, a bald white-armored zombie and an iced cinnamon muffin.

[Battle with zombies as Prax continues.]

Praxopius leans forward, collecting more soil samples slowly.

Cryheart picks up an iced cinnamon muffin.

Cryheart put an iced cinnamon muffin in his cotton twill cloak.

Shinann stares at Cryheart.]

Cryheart says, "For Owly."

Cryheart nods at Raelee.

Speaking flatly to Cryheart, Raelee says, "... right."

[Zombies, bats, vultures.]

[All outside spells are dispelled.]

[Zombies, worms, oculoths.]

Speaking to Praxopius, Pietra asks, "How's the samples?"

Maltreis says, "These are wonderful specimens."

Speaking to Praxopius, Pietra asks, "Uh, sir?"

As the gigantic maggot like creature glides closer across the sky, some of the vultures soar away, moving far away.

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "I am going as quickly as I can. I am sorry."

Puptilian says, "We need to go...."

Cryheart says, "Something big comes."

Leafiara comments, "Never know, Roblar might be looking for a new challenge."

Xorus says, "But we have not even met it yet."

Claudaro asks, "Perhaps face the... maggot of doom... in a place more friendly to magic?"

Speaking to Xorus, Ysharra says, "I admire your curiosity."

Speaking to Ysharra, Xorus says, "I could help draw it this way with Marluvian flares, it might mistake us for its mother."

Speaking interestedly to Xorus, Leafiara asks, "Oh?"

Xorus says, "... though it may have ate its mother."

Xorus rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to Xorus, Lylia says, "I recall when that penguin chick thought you were..."

Speaking to Xorus, Ysharra says, "I'm not sure they work like that. But go ahead."

Ysharra says, "Some wasps lay their eggs in living creatures. So they'll have a fresh meal when they hatch."

Ysharra says, "Perhaps this is the necrotic equivalent of a wasp's nest."

Speaking to Ysharra, Xorus says, "There are certainly wasps here."

[Worms, bats, oculoths, and then...]


Seeing Things?

>look

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a small clump of sand and some silver coins.

Also here: High Lady Lauranathalasa, Quinshon, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Zosopage, Conquerer of Reim Katiesa, Melikor, Magnificos, Mayor Lylia, Stormyrain, Praxopius, Bjarn, Tsarok, Lord Thrassus, Pietra, Lord Chamorr, Kildar, Yakushi, Magister Raelee, Chaoswynd, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Shinann, Nodyre, Xorus, Lord Jahadeem, Ysharra, Eheylien, Vancudais, Master Neovik, Event Planner Beyrn, Rhayveign, Puptilian, Sir Cryheart Obvious paths: northeast, west

Leafiara glances at Quinshon.

>'@quin :surp Well, hello.

Leafiara surprisedly says, "Well, hello."

Shinann blinks.

Cryheart blinks.

>look

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a small piece of flesh, a small clump of sand and some silver coins.

Also here: High Lady Lauranathalasa, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Zosopage, Conquerer of Reim Katiesa, Melikor, Magnificos, Mayor Lylia, Praxopius, Bjarn, Tsarok, Lord Thrassus, Pietra, Lord Chamorr, Kildar, Yakushi, Magister Raelee, Chaoswynd, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Shinann, Nodyre, Xorus, Lord Jahadeem, Ysharra, Eheylien, Vancudais, Master Neovik, Event Planner Beyrn, Rhayveign, Puptilian, Sir Cryheart

Shinann glances around the area.

Leafiara idly says, "Or maybe I'm just seeing things."

Cryheart says, "I think we saw something, but nae sure."

[Oculoths, then...]

>look

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see some silver coins and some silver coins. Also here: Conquerer of Reim Katiesa, Stormyrain, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Quinshon, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Zosopage, Melikor, Magnificos, Mayor Lylia, Praxopius, Bjarn, Tsarok, Lord Thrassus, Pietra, Kildar, Yakushi, Magister Raelee, Chaoswynd, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Shinann, Nodyre, Xorus, Lord Jahadeem, Ysharra, Eheylien, Vancudais, Master Neovik, Event Planner Beyrn, Rhayveign, Puptilian, Sir Cryheart

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Quinshon.

Leafiara peers quizzically at Quinshon.

[Another oculoth.]

Leafiara slowly says, "Nope, not seeing things. Unless I'm seeing them twice, anyway."

>look

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see an amorphous dark oculoth that is flying around, some silver coins and some silver coins. Also here: Conquerer of Reim Katiesa, Stormyrain, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Zosopage, Melikor, Magnificos, Mayor Lylia, Praxopius, Bjarn, Tsarok, Lord Thrassus, Pietra, Kildar, Yakushi, Magister Raelee, Chaoswynd, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Shinann, Nodyre, Xorus, Lord Jahadeem, Ysharra, Eheylien, Vancudais, Master Neovik, Event Planner Beyrn, Rhayveign, Puptilian, Sir Cryheart

Xorus says, "Was he..."

Praxopius says, "Another location."

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "Two more, and I will be finished."

Stormyrain whispers to the group, "Be mindful. Quinshon was standing amidst us for a moment."

Leafiara whispers to the group, "Two moments, actually." [Stormy had been away the first time]

Shinann whispers to the group, "I saw that."

Puptilian whispers to the group, "Good eye. I missed that."


Soil Sample 5

Praxopius says, "A new spot Cryheart. I've two more."

Cryheart nods at Praxopius.

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went west.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see an amorphous dark oculoth that is flying around.

Praxopius begins to collect some soil.

A jumble of rocks suddenly rain down upon the area!

The fragmented ground suddenly breaks apart and large chunks of jagged rocks lift up, floating into the air! Suddenly the rocks come crashing down on Kildar!

... 15 points of damage!

Solid blow gouges a chunk out of Kildar's left leg.

He is stunned!

[And almost everyone else is nailed too.]

>look

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a small piece of flesh and a small clump of sand.

Also here: a stunned Kildar who is lying down, Mayor Lylia who is lying down, Nodyre who is lying down, Great Lord Gryzzlbok who is lying down, Conquerer of Reim Katiesa who is lying down, Stormyrain who is lying down, High Lady Lauranathalasa who is lying down, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Zosopage who is lying down, Melikor who is lying down, a stunned Magnificos who is lying down, Praxopius, a stunned Bjarn who is lying down, a stunned Tsarok who is lying down, Lord Thrassus who is lying down, Pietra who is lying down, a stunned Yakushi who is lying down, Magister Raelee who is lying down, a stunned Chaoswynd who is lying down, Relic Hunter Madmountan who is lying down, a stunned Shinann who is lying down, Xorus who is lying down, a stunned Ysharra who is lying down, Eheylien who is lying down, Vancudais who is lying down, a stunned Master Neovik who is lying down, a stunned Event Planner Beyrn who is lying down, Rhayveign who is lying down, Puptilian who is lying down, a stunned Sir Cryheart who is lying down

Praxopius says, "Excellent..."

Praxopius reaches deeper into the soil where some of the rocks had exploded upward, collecting some deeper samples.

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "It is one means to churn the soil."

The gigantic oily black maggot in the sky floats closer, growing in size and scope. What appears to be a mouth, or a wound, slowly opens in what could be the front of the creature. From out of the gaping maw of the beast comes a cascade of ashen spores.

Praxopius seals up a vial.

Praxopius says, "New spot."

A shifting ashen grey spore bobs haphazardly eastward on an air current.

Zosopage looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Zosopage whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Zosopage swings a diamond-edged black vultite falchion at a shifting ashen grey spore!

AS: +510 vs DS: +214 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +100 = +432

... and hits for 133 points of damage!

With a tremendous crescendo of sound, a shifting ashen grey spore ruptures in a gigantic explosion!

Flames whip about Ysharra, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Melikor, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Kildar, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Lylia, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Nodyre, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Gryzzlbok, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Katiesa, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Stormyrain, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Lauranathalasa, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Claudaro, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Zosopage, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Magnificos, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Leafiara, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Bjarn, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Tsarok, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Thrassus, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Pietra, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Yakushi, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Raelee, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Madmountan, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Xorus, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Eheylien, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Vancudais, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Neovik, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Beyrn, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Rhayveign, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Puptilian, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

Flames whip about Cryheart, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!

A shifting ashen grey spore is consumed by the flames!

[The group reiterates to be careful and only attack the oculoths and other things physically, leaving the spores alone.]

Praxopius says, "New spot..."

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Cryheart moves along the area and the fragmented grey earth beneath shifts uneasily, slowing his movements.

Sir Cryheart's group just went southwest.

[Talador, The Bleaklands]

The land is desolate and broken, with an endless terrain of fragmented, grey earth that is caked in layers of ash. The air is suffocating, with a thick, rancid odor and a faint heat still lingers in the area. The sky is bleak, resembling an expanse of ink-whorled slate. You also see a shifting ashen grey spore, a shifting ashen grey spore, a glowing-eyed opaque blue vulture that appears dead, an amorphous dark oculoth that is flying around and an amorphous dark oculoth that is flying around.

[More combat.]

A new outpouring of spores descends from the mammoth maggot-beast in the sky, and they drift specifically towards the red portal, one by one phasing through to the other side.

Speaking to Cryheart, Stormyrain says, "Spores through the portal now."

Speaking to Praxopius, Stormyrain says, "Your time is short."

Praxopius exclaims, "I am almost done sorry!"

Speaking to Praxopius, Stormyrain says, "Hurry up."

Claede: "Town Square is dead."

Xorus says, "I am sure the spores are only interested in finding a nice home for themselves outside the Bleaklands."

Tendrils of shadow begin to peel away from the maggot-beast in the sky, like hundreds of blackened fingers of silk. They stretch and bend through the air like twisted branches, snaking towards the red portal in the distance.

Praxopius says, "Almost..."

Speaking to Lylia, Stormyrain says, "The shadow realm is reaching for the portal."

Praxopius collects some more soil into the vial and seals it up.

Praxopius says, "Done."

[Shortly after this I was killed, then raised myself and went to help with the dead in town. So I didn't see everyone return, but I'm told that Prax retired for the night and had been concerned about the samples going bad if he didn't study them quickly.]

Portal Struggles

Sir Cryheart's group just went through a flickering red portal. Roundtime: 3 sec. [Hendoran Outpost, Gateway - 13611] The stone walls are smooth and covered with faint, yet meticulously-detailed wards that periodically shimmer with pale silver light. The glow from the rune-etched walls bathes the entire circular chamber in a soft luminosity. The very air crackles with a powerful energy, as the occasional spark of lightning dances harmlessly across the high-domed ceiling. You also see a rune-carved steel door. Also here: Master Neovik, Rhayveign, Mayor Lylia, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Yakushi, Pietra, Praxopius, Magnificos, Conquerer of Reim Claudaro, Zosopage, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Magister Raelee, Sir Cryheart, Melikor, Nodyre, Commander Roblar, Taelarn, Maltreis, Hapenlok, the body of Puptilian who is lying down, the body of Tsarok who is lying down, Conquerer of Reim Katiesa, the body of Gorvalt who is lying down Obvious exits: none

A shifting ashen grey spore floats in to view. A shifting ashen grey spore floats in to view. [etc.]

Pietra exclaims, "Close the damned portal!"

Praxopius exclaims, "Magister!"

Raelee [Local]: "If you are on the other side of the portal, exit now or you are walking."

(Raelee immediately begins gestures to dismantle the portal.)

(Raelee draws a broad circle in the air, counterclockwise, and the portal begins to flicker.)

The flickering red portal begins to slowly shrink.

Suddenly, the red portal stops shrinking.

Xorus smiles slightly.

The portal begins to grow.

Maltreis glances at a flickering red portal.

Melikor says, "Um."

(Raelee stares at the portal for several moments, looking uncharacteristically spooked.)

>look portal
You see nothing unusual.

Praxopius says, "Magister..."

Praxopius asks, "Why are you not closing it?"

Raelee breathes in slightly.

Raelee hisses, "I am trying. There is interference from the other side... it is feeding it."

(Claudaro starts casting dispelling magics at the runes used to ignite the portal earlier, attempting to assist with the process.)

Meureii [Local]: "North gate is clear as of now but the trail from the outpost here is filled with the spores and arcanists which are smaller."

What looks like long, narrow fingers of shadows seem to pierce through the portal along its sides, as if working to pry it open.

Raelee says, "I need mana removed from that portal."

Raelee hisses, "If you know how, do it."

Praxopius asks, "Can this door be sealed up on the other side of this room?"

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "Yes."

(Hapenlok strides up to the portal and places one hand on the portal and starts to chant.)

As some focus and gesture at the portal, it shrinks again a bit.

The whites of Xorus's eyes go dark as he chants forcefully in an archaic tongue.

(Hapenlok as he starts to draw mana from the portal into himself.)

Hapenlok hisses, "Everyone stand back from me. this is probably going to be explosive."

(Lylia wraps the frayed ends of her soulstone's ties around her wrist and holds her hands to the portal.)

(Raelee shifts her movements, making drawing gestures, as if attempting to disassemble the portal thread-by-thread.)

Claudaro whispers the words to his spell, tracing his fingers across the sky. A vibrant stream of rainbow colors burst forth, streaming alongside his motions before dispersing into an imperceptible mist.
Claudaro gestures at a flickering red portal.
Nothing happens.

Raelee says, "Destabilization, draining..."

Raelee scrubs her hand through her long copper red hair in frustration.

As the red portal begins to shrink more, shadowy tendrils lash out, trying to press through the portal.

A sleek tendril of shadows lashes out from the darkness, their ends covered with thousands of tiny teeth and they scrape across Roblar!
A suit of black rolaren plate armor partially deflects the onslaught of the slashing attack.
... 1 point of damage!
Deft slash across chest draws blood!
Roblar takes a deep breath.

Madmountan bashes the red portal with his coraesine mekya ne'rutka.

(Raelee keeps casting at the portal, drawing thread after thread away from the portal, moving in a deliberate counter clockwise direction.)

The red portal continues to shrink and shrink now, the shadowy tendrils recoiling.

(Raelee finally pulls her attention away from the portal and begins casting at several runes on the walls. One by one, their glows fade.)

In what could be a last ditch effort, one shadowy tendril lashes out, like a spindely black branch, briefly brushing across the center of the rune-carved steel door. As the red portal closes more, it shrieks and recoils out of sight, disappearing back on the other side of the red portal as it finally snaps shut!

Praxopius falls back in his chair, breathing heavily.

Praxopius trembles.

(Hapenlok turns away from the portal, extending one thumbs up and a wry grin as he collapses,.)

Xorus reaches out and touches a rune-carved steel door.

>look door The steel door is covered in numerous rune carvings. Near the center of the wall, is what appears to be a shadowy handprint.

Praxopius pulls out a kit from his pouch, carefully inspecting all of his vials filled with grey soil of various shades. He places them in his kit again.

Praxopius says, "Never again. That was intense."

Praxopius asks, "Do you all do this on a weekly basis?"

Xorus says, "Whenever possible."

Lylia smoothly says, "Not quite."

Pietra says, "Nightly."

Speaking to Praxopius, Nodyre says, "Daily."

Speaking nonchalantly to Praxopius, Meureii says, "I've seen worse."

Speaking to Praxopius, Hapenlok stammers, "No."

Roblar casually says, "Jus abouts."

Speaking to Praxopius, Lylia asks, "Did you get what you needed?"

Praxopius says, "I did."

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "I need this gateway. I am not willing to loan it out to the shadow at this time."

Praxopius says, "I am sorry. I do not mean to leave so quickly. But I worry the samples have an expiration."

Praxopius says, "We'll talk more soon."

Praxopius nods to Xorus.

Xorus nods to Praxopius.

Praxopius wheels off with his kit of dirt.


Bonus Bleaklands Bestiary

Glowing-eyed opaque blue vulture

A shadow passes overhead as a glowing-eyed opaque blue vulture soars into view!

>desc vulture
The opaque blue vulture is a large, distinctly marked bird, with a wingspan twice the height of a giantman. Glossy black feathers and white markings on its broad wings and rounded tail give the vulture an ominous appearance, and feathers cover its legs to its feet. A dark ruff borders the opaque blue vulture's bald red head and neck. Its hooked bill and powerful talons are well suited for hunting.

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora slasher at a glowing-eyed opaque blue vulture!

AS: +512 vs DS: +258 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +9 = +296

... and hits for 72 points of damage!

Strike clean through neck, what a shot! Good form!

The opaque blue vulture crashes to the ground, motionless.


Huge ashen bleakworm

>desc bleakworm
The bleakworm is a massive worm that is probably over twenty to thirty feet long, making it an easy target to hit, but having uncomparable force and strength. Dark red in color, it seems to have no eyes, but its keen tremor sense quickly finds targets.

Dirt and rock explode from the ground beneath Chaoswynd as a huge ashen bleakworm erupts from underground and crashes onto the surface!

Rocks and dirt pelt Chaoswynd as he is thrown into the air!

Chaoswynd makes a stunning maneuver in the air avoiding the majority of the debris and landing upright!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Leafiara!

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora slasher at a huge ashen bleakworm!

AS: +527 vs DS: +332 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +59 = +291

... and hits for 105 points of damage!

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora kunai at a huge ashen bleakworm!

AS: +507 vs DS: +317 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +13 = +240

... and hit for 53 points of damage!

Quick flick of the wrist!

The ashen bleakworm is slashed across its forehead!

Puptilian swings a gleaming diamond-edged warblade at a huge ashen bleakworm!

AS: +578 vs DS: +258 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +43 = +395

... and hits for 99 points of damage!

Hard blow to the ashen bleakworm's ear!

Deep gash and a terrible headache!

Dirt and rock explode from the ground beneath Meureii as a huge ashen bleakworm erupts from underground and crashes onto the surface!

Rocks and dirt pelt Meureii as he is thrown into the air!

Meureii makes a stunning maneuver in the air avoiding the majority of the debris and landing upright!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Chamorr!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a huge ashen bleakworm!

AS: +632 vs DS: +195 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +64 = +531

... and hits for 128 points of damage!

You hear several snaps as the ashen bleakworm's neck is broken in several places.

The bleakworm rolls over and dies.


Oily black bleakwasp

An oily black bleakwasp buzzes in.

>desc bleakwasp
With a body about the size of a human hand, and a wingspan approaching a foot, the black bleakwasp is a rather intimidating sight. It is a superb example of camouflage, with a brown body covered in splatters of mud, and eyes the color of muddy water. The wings are the only exception to the brown color scheme, being transparent with a faint touch of blue.

Madmountan swings a glowing coraesine mekya ne'rutka at an oily black bleakwasp!

AS: +638 vs DS: +463 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +98 = +315

... and hits for 153 points of damage!

Right eye ripped from head, along with most of brain.

Cryheart swings a perfect vultite greataxe at an oily black bleakwasp!

AS: +605 vs DS: +338 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +26 = +332

... and hits for 177 points of damage!

Slash to the black bleakwasp's lower back!

Kidneys sliced and diced!

Death is slow and painful.

Cryheart's vultite greataxe releases a twisted tendril of force!

... 20 points of damage!

Fierce arm lock twists an oily black bleakwasp's left arm!

It is knocked to the ground!

Saranja attempts to kick an oily black bleakwasp!

UAF: 398 vs UDF: 418 = 0.952 * MM: 108 + d100: 8 = 110

... and hit for 4 points of damage!

Light kick to abdomen doesn't do any significant damage.

Stormyrain swings a dark oak-hafted waraxe at an oily black bleakwasp!

AS: +610 vs DS: +288 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +57 = +408

... and hits for 122 points of damage!

Left hand severed at the wrist!

The black bleakwasp totally ignores its missing leg, attacking with complete concentration.

Stormyrain swings an onyx-hafted black alloy hatchet at an oily black bleakwasp!

AS: +598 vs DS: +288 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +69 = +408

... and hits for 142 points of damage!

Blow to stomach rearranges some organs!

Roblar swings an immense rolaren waraxe at an oily black bleakwasp!

The black bleakwasp flails on the ground but manages to barely dodge the attack!

An oily black bleakwasp stabs at Taelarn with its stinger!

AS: +460 vs DS: +442 with AvD: +19 + d100 roll: +71 = +108

... and hits for 1 point of damage!

Thrust glances off Taelarn's knee.

Zosopage swings a dragon etched vultite falchion at an oily black bleakwasp!

AS: +620 vs DS: +303 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +60 = +411

... and hits for 146 points of damage!

Awesome shot collapses a lung!

Surprisingly, Zosopage manages to effortlessly reverse his momentum and strike again!

Zosopage swings a dragon etched vultite falchion at an oily black bleakwasp!

AS: +620 vs DS: +303 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +39 = +390

... and hits for 164 points of damage!

Wicked slash slices open the black bleakwasp's chest!

Heart and lungs pureed!

Sickening!

The black bleakwasp careens to the ground and crumples in a heap.


Flickering golden-eyed phantom

Out of thin air, a shadowy figure takes shape before your eyes and materializes into a flickering golden-eyed phantom!

>desc phantom
Barely still connected to the living plane, the golden-eyed phantom flickers in and out as it confronts those that would intrude upon its rest. The outlines of its shape are barely apparent, suggesting a once-humanoid appearance, now disguised in a transparent, flickering whiteness. The golden-eyed phantom must move and strike quickly, as it is only able to glimpse the figures of the targets around it when the golden-eyed phantom is at its most visible state.

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora slasher at a flickering golden-eyed phantom!

AS: +488 vs DS: +181 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +80 = +419

... and hit for 103 points of damage!

A strong blow cleaves the left wrist!

The hand dangles, spinning slowly, and then snaps back in place!

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora kunai at a flickering golden-eyed phantom!

AS: +483 vs DS: +176 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +21 = +360

... and hit for 99 points of damage!

Blow to the left eye slides through head.

The golden-eyed phantom twitches violently, then shudders slightly as the wound seals.

Zosopage swings a dragon etched vultite falchion at a flickering golden-eyed phantom, but it has no effect!

Tsarok leaps from hiding to attack!

Tsarok swings a bone-hilted dark ora warsword at a flickering golden-eyed phantom!

AS: +523 vs DS: +171 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +74 = +468

... and hits for 192 points of damage!

Hard blast to the side of the right eye.

Strike carries right on through the bridge of the nose, the other eye, and the rest of the head!

You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the golden-eyed phantom's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.

The golden-eyed phantom slowly settles to the ground and begins to dissipate.


Glistening oily black beetle

A glistening oily black beetle crawls out of a crack in the ground, clicking its pincers!

Tsarok leaps from hiding to attack!

Tsarok swings a bone-hilted dark ora warsword at a glistening oily black beetle!

AS: +478 vs DS: +306 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +86 = +293

... and hits for 117 points of damage!

Horrifying slash to the oily black beetle's head!

Right eye sliced open!

Brain pureed!

The oily black beetle falls to the ground and lies twitching for a moment before going still.


Leathery black shadow bat

A leathery black shadow bat descends from the ebony sky high above!

>desc bat
A rodent-like creature with a small head and distinct ears, its head covered with a fine textured short fur. The black shadow bat's leathery wings outstretch to three times its body length, with its skeletal features visable through its black skin. Small fangs protrude beyond its closed mouth.

Chaoswynd swings a damascened vultite bastard sword at a leathery black shadow bat!

AS: +502 vs DS: +417 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +91 = +207

... and hits for 39 points of damage!

Smash to the kneecap.

Chaoswynd swings a thorn-hilted razern parrying dagger at a leathery black shadow bat!

AS: +490 vs DS: +405 with AvD: +20 + d100 roll: +81 = +186

... and hits for 19 points of damage!

Blade slashes across the black shadow bat's face!

Nice nose job.

The black shadow bat is stunned!

Chaoswynd's razern parrying dagger sprays forth a shower of pure water!

Vines of vicious briars whip out from Chaoswynd's razern parrying dagger, raking the bat with its thorns. The bat looks slightly ill as the glistening emerald coating from each briar works itself under its skin.

... 5 points of damage!

Madmountan swings a glowing coraesine mekya ne'rutka at a leathery black shadow bat!

AS: +614 vs DS: +371 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +24 = +311

... and hits for 181 points of damage!

A mighty blow cleaves a swath through the black shadow bat's back, taking the spine with it.

As the strength drains out of the black shadow bat's wings, it falls to the ground in a motionless heap.


Bald white-armored zombie

A bald white-armored zombie struggles up out of the ground!

>desc zombie
Pity the poor white-armored zombie, an animated corpse abandoned long ago by his creator. The skin of the white-armored zombie has turned a sickly grey, his clothing hangs in tattered ribbons, and he barely keeps control over his death-stiffened muscles. His mouth, once sewn shut to hold the salt necessary in the animation process, has broken open again, salt dribbling from the parched, thread-covered lips. The white-armored zombie verbally threatens and attacks anyone he believes may interfere with his quest to return to the grave.

Tsarok leaps from hiding to attack!

Tsarok swings a bone-hilted dark ora warsword at a bald white-armored zombie!

The white-armored zombie dodges just in the nick of time!

Chaoswynd swings a damascened vultite bastard sword at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +502 vs DS: +522 with AvD: +25 + d100 roll: +1 = +6

A clean miss.

Chamorr looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Chamorr engages a bald white-armored zombie in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a bald white-armored zombie!

By amazing chance, the white-armored zombie evades the attack!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Chamorr!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +608 vs DS: +522 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +72 = +188

... and hits for 27 points of damage!

Minor puncture to the back.

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +593 vs DS: +522 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +49 = +150

... and hits for 16 points of damage!

Quick slash to the white-armored zombie's upper right arm!

Just a nick.

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +593 vs DS: +522 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +1 = +102

... and hits for 1 point of damage!

Attack bumps an eyebrow.

Close!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +593 vs DS: +522 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +38 = +139

... and hits for 13 points of damage!

Weak slash to the white-armored zombie's lower back!

A quick flick of Kildar's wrist sends a deadly titanium-spiked throwing axe into flight!

Kildar throws a spiked throwing axe at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +676 vs DS: +460 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +5 = +256

... and hits for 70 points of damage!

Solid strike caves the white-armored zombie's skull in, resulting in instant death!

Kildar's throwing axe spins rapidly through the air, the blade whooshing audibly with each revolution. As it completes its arc, it reverses direction and lands solidly in his right hand, ready to throw again.

Madmountan swings a glowing coraesine mekya ne'rutka at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +614 vs DS: +389 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +29 = +292

... and hits for 146 points of damage!

Crushing blow to the spine!

The white-armored zombie slumps to the ground.

The white-armored zombie is knocked to the ground!

Cryheart swings a perfect vultite greataxe at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +581 vs DS: +339 with AvD: +40 + d100 roll: +47 = +329

... and hits for 181 points of damage!

Quick, powerful slash!

The white-armored zombie's chest is ripped open!

Meureii looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Meureii whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Meureii attempts to jab a bald white-armored zombie!

UAF: 683 vs UDF: 577 = 1.183 * MM: 90 + d100: 93 = 199

... and hit for 15 points of damage!

Flesh torn from the shoulder blade!

Meureii attempts to jab a bald white-armored zombie!

UAF: 683 vs UDF: 577 = 1.183 * MM: 79 + d100: 27 = 120

... and hit for 1 point of damage!

Hasty strike to chest doesn't do much harm.

Meureii attempts to jab a bald white-armored zombie!

UAF: 683 vs UDF: 509 = 1.341 * MM: 97 + d100: 50 = 180

... and hit for 7 points of damage!

Fast jab bruises left palm.

Necrotic energy from Meureii's morduska hide trukt flares up momentarily!

Meureii appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against a bald white-armored zombie!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Meureii!

UAF: 723 vs UDF: 577 = 1.253 * MM: 83 + d100: 54 = 158

... and hit for 3 points of damage!

Fancy twisting jab to side confuses foe!

Meureii attempts to jab a bald white-armored zombie!

UAF: 683 vs UDF: 509 = 1.341 * MM: 96 + d100: 30 = 158

... and hit for 3 points of damage!

Light strike to the eyebrow. That must sting!

Meureii's morduska hide trukt release a quivering wave of disruption!

... 10 points of damage!

Blood boils in the white-armored zombie's chest.

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against a bald white-armored zombie!

UAF: 683 vs UDF: 577 = 1.183 * MM: 79 + d100: 84 = 177

... and hit for 5 points of damage!

Fancy twisting jab to side confuses foe!

As Yakushi draws back on his bow, a tendril of moonlight stretches between his hands, solidifying into a gleaming moon silver arrow.

Yakushi fires a gleaming moon silver arrow at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +537 vs DS: +274 with AvD: +24 + d100 roll: +69 = +356

... and hits for 120 points of damage!

Blow shatters knee and severs lower leg!

The hard concussion chips the head of the moon silver arrow and renders it less deadly than it was before.

The arrow evaporates into a fine mist.

Ysharra swings a dark blue vultite falchion at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +483 vs DS: +255 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +98 = +358

... and hits for 85 points of damage!

Deep slash to the white-armored zombie's neck severs an artery!

The white-armored zombie chokes to death on his own blood.

Saranja attempts to kick a bald white-armored zombie!

UAF: 354 vs UDF: 394 = 0.898 * MM: 116 + d100: 10 = 114

... and hit for 4 points of damage!

Fast kick to chest doesn't even make the white-armored zombie blink.

Puptilian swings a gleaming diamond-edged warblade at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +554 vs DS: +206 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +44 = +424

... and hits for 111 points of damage!

Left leg ripped from socket at the knee!

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora slasher at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +488 vs DS: +196 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +69 = +398

... and hit for 96 points of damage!

Hard slash to the white-armored zombie's side!

The white-armored zombie stares at his mangled stump as if he is unable to comprehend that it is missing.

Roblar swings an immense rolaren waraxe at a bald white-armored zombie!

AS: +711 vs DS: +188 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +76 = +631

... and hits for 188 points of damage!

Awesome shot collapses a lung!

You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the white-armored zombie's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.

The white-armored zombie shudders slightly then ceases his so called life.


Huge shadowy primordial

Hapenlok discovers the hiding place of a huge shadowy primordial!

>desc primordial
As if the shadows themselves had come alive, two swirling red eyes stare at you from a vaguely humanoid shape. The body of the primordial seems to shift and meld into the shadows. Small writhing tendrils of shadow seem to snake from the primordial's shape, searching along the ground for something.

Cryheart swings a perfect vultite greataxe at a huge shadowy primordial!

AS: +586 vs DS: +388 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +40 = +277

... and hits for 104 points of damage!

Strong attack rips through the neck!

To your horror, the shadowy primordial's substance flows around the wound without leaving a trace!

The primordial writhes as its spectral form bends and warps uncontrollably!

Saranja looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Saranja whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Saranja attempts to jab a huge shadowy primordial!

UAF: 359 vs UDF: 456 = 0.787 * MM: 72 + d100: 18 = 74

A close miss!

Saranja attempts to jab a huge shadowy primordial!

UAF: 359 vs UDF: 456 = 0.787 * MM: 86 + d100: 18 = 85

A close miss!

Saranja attempts to jab a huge shadowy primordial!

Saranja lashes out at the shadows in vain!

Saranja attempts to jab a huge shadowy primordial!

UAF: 359 vs UDF: 498 = 0.720 * MM: 55 + d100: 85 = 124

... and hit for 2 points of damage!

Ineffectual strike knocks a wisp of ether from the shadowy primordial's left arm.

Saranja attempts to jab a huge shadowy primordial!

Saranja lashes out at the shadows in vain!

Melikor traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.

Melikor gestures at a huge shadowy primordial.

CS: +555 - TD: +436 + CvA: +25 + d100: +100 == +244

Warding failed!

A huge shadowy primordial contorts in excruciating agony!

... 105 points of damage!

Several thin, fibrous red filaments erupt from Melikor's illthorn staff and swirl around each other in a chaotic dance. Straining to reach a huge shadowy primordial, they unleash a wave of unmitigated pain upon the object of their wrath!

... 20 points of damage!

Smash to the chest!

Good thing there were no ribs there to shatter.

Maltreis's lips move in a low, hissed whisper that you can't quite make out.

Maltreis channels at a huge shadowy primordial.

A huge shadowy primordial fades into the shadows!

Eheylien makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...

Eheylien gestures.

Eheylien discovers the hiding place of a huge shadowy primordial!

Eheylien discovers the hiding place of a huge shadowy primordial!

Katiesa swings a perfect mithril falchion at a huge shadowy primordial!

AS: +577 vs DS: +388 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +42 = +268

... and hits for 98 points of damage!

Blow to the left eye slides through head.

The shadowy primordial twitches violently, then shudders slightly as the wound seals.

The primordial writhes as its spectral form bends and warps uncontrollably!

The guiding force leaves Katiesa.

Leafiara punches with a perfect white ora slasher at a huge shadowy primordial!

AS: +519 vs DS: +346 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +43 = +248

... and hit for 59 points of damage!

Hard shot to the shadowy primordial's back sends it drifting forward!

Bjarn swings a heavy ebonwood maul at a huge shadowy primordial!

AS: +464 vs DS: +388 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +33 = +142

... and hits for 23 points of damage!

Quick blow to the head.

Swirls of vapor dance around the shadowy primordial's head.

The primordial writhes as its spectral form bends and warps uncontrollably!

Tsarok swings a bone-hilted dark ora warsword at a huge shadowy primordial!

The shadowy primordial moves at the last moment to evade the attack!

A small ember of flickering flame appears above the palm of Hapenlok's hand...

Hapenlok gestures at a huge shadowy primordial.

Hapenlok hurls a stream of fire at a huge shadowy primordial!

AS: +529 vs DS: +284 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +3 = +282

... and hits for 131 points of damage!

A massive blow to the left shoulder hoists the shadowy primordial high into the air.

It hangs there a moment, suspended, before falling forward.

Meureii looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Meureii whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Meureii attempts to jab a huge shadowy primordial!

UAF: 707 vs UDF: 473 = 1.494 * MM: 93 + d100: 1 = 140

... and hit for 4 points of damage!

Large gash to the right arm seals as strike passes through.

Necrotic energy from Meureii's morduska hide trukt flares up momentarily!

Meureii appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

As Meureii's morduska hide trukt lands home, its surface seems to fold inward upon itself drawing everything it touches along with it!

... 10 points of damage!

Large gash to the right arm seals as strike passes through.

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against a huge shadowy primordial!

UAF: 732 vs UDF: 422 = 1.734 * MM: 108 + d100: 46 = 233

... and hit for 13 points of damage!

Strong hit rips arm from wrist to elbow.

The wound vanishes as the ethereal flesh swirls around in chaotic patterns.

You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the shadowy primordial's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.

The chill in the air fades.


Amorphous dark oculoth

An amorphous dark oculoth hovers in, its central eye rolling back and forth.

>desc oculoth [note: oculoths switch professions with their eye color, between Wizard Cleric and Sorcerer. Viridian, golden, and incarnadine.]
The dark oculoth is an amorphous sphere wrought from pure shadow, its liquid-like mass hovering quietly in the air by some unknown means. Splitting the spherical body in two is a thin line, revealing rows upon rows of jagged, long teeth within its hideous maw. Dotting the surface of the black morass like stars in a purely alien sky are hundreds upon hundreds of eyes of every shape and color, each constantly shifting upon its body like a horrible tapestry of writhing worms. Fixed upon the very center of the oculoth's aqueous body is a massive eye, its iris tinted a deep viridian hue.

Saranja looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Saranja whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Saranja attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

Saranja is repelled by the chaotic forces surrounding the dark oculoth!

Saranja attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

Saranja is repelled by the chaotic forces surrounding the dark oculoth!

Puptilian swings a gleaming diamond-edged warblade at an amorphous dark oculoth!

The dark oculoth evades the attack by a hair!

Meureii looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Meureii whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Meureii attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 720 = 1.002 * MM: 80 + d100: 69 = 149

... and hit for 2 points of damage!

Necrotic energy from Meureii's morduska hide trukt flares up momentarily!

Meureii appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 727 = 0.993 * MM: 80 + d100: 8 = 87

A close miss!

Meureii attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 720 = 1.002 * MM: 93 + d100: 67 = 160

... and hit for 6 points of damage!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 727 = 0.993 * MM: 92 + d100: 3 = 94

A close miss!

Meureii attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Meureii!

UAF: 737 vs UDF: 727 = 1.013 * MM: 86 + d100: 34 = 121

.. and hit for 1 point of damage!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

As Meureii strikes, a deep golden light surrounds his hands!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 535 = 1.349 * MM: 87 + d100: 4 = 121

... and hit for 1 point of damage!

Meureii attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 727 = 0.993 * MM: 81 + d100: 25 = 105

... and hit for 1 point of damage!

Necrotic energy from Meureii's morduska hide trukt flares up momentarily! **

Meureii appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

As Meureii strikes, a deep golden light surrounds his hands!

UAF: 747 vs UDF: 535 = 1.396 * MM: 80 + d100: 79 = 190

... and hit for 20 points of damage!

The dark oculoth appears to be moving more slowly!

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.

Lylia gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

CS: +540 - TD: +575 + CvA: +25 + d100: +36 == +26

Warded off!

As Yakushi draws back on his bow, a tendril of moonlight stretches between his hands, solidifying into a gleaming moon silver arrow.

Yakushi's moon silver arrow is repelled by the chaotic forces surrounding the dark oculoth!

Cryheart swings a perfect vultite greataxe at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +586 vs DS: +519 with AvD: +45 + d100 roll: +11 = +123

... and hits for 14 points of damage!

Cryheart's vultite greataxe releases a twisted tendril of force!

... 20 points of damage!

Murmuring into the air, Katiesa prepares a spell, causing tiny pinpoints of silver-hazed light to dance along her form. As she gestures, the starbursts link together, forming ethereal constellations that fade into the air...

Katiesa gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at Katiesa's feet as she releases a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +513 - TD: +541 + CvA: +25 + d100: +90 == +87

Warded off!

Pietra swings a spiral-etched vultite cinquedea at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +503 vs DS: +497 with AvD: +2 + d100 roll: +64 = +72

A clean miss.

Pietra's vultite butcher knife is repelled by the chaotic forces surrounding the dark oculoth!

Raelee's eyes flash with fiery reds and oranges as she chants...

Raelee gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Raelee hurls a roaring ball of fire at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +586 vs DS: +316 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +89 = +396

The dark oculoth scoffs at the heat!

The roaring ball of fire strikes an amorphous dark oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of flame upon impact.

The dark oculoth scoffs at the heat!

A burst of flame from Raelee's roaring ball of fire flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

The dark oculoth scoffs at the heat!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara channels at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at Leafiara's feet as she releases a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +512 - TD: +510 + CvA: +25 + d100: +57 == +84

Warded off!

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground under a mote of white light swirling around Leafiara as a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy spirals off of the mote toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +557 - TD: +510 + CvA: +25 + d100: +51 == +123

Warding failed!

The dark oculoth is cloaked in a blinding platinum light and assailed for 46 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

... 20 points of damage!

Nodyre looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Nodyre whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Nodyre swings a svelte rolaren craquemarte at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +548 vs DS: +605 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +67 = +41

A clean miss.

Nodyre swings a pale gold vultite backsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +543 vs DS: +605 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +82 = +50

A clean miss.

Nodyre swings a svelte rolaren craquemarte at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +548 vs DS: +454 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +44 = +169

... and hits for 20 points of damage!

Nodyre's rolaren craquemarte sprays forth a shower of pure water!

Nodyre swings a pale gold vultite backsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +543 vs DS: +454 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +60 = +179

... and hits for 24 points of damage!

Necrotic energy from Nodyre's gold vultite backsword flares up momentarily! **

Nodyre appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Nodyre swings a svelte rolaren craquemarte at an amorphous dark oculoth!

A heavy barrier of stone momentarily forms around an amorphous dark oculoth and blocks the attack!

Nodyre swings a pale gold vultite backsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +568 vs DS: +522 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +98 = +174

... and hits for 23 points of damage!

Ysharra swings a dark blue vultite falchion at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +518 vs DS: +479 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +33 = +103

... and hits for 1 point of damage!

Jahadeem's golvern longsword pulses with a soft white light as it cleaves a burning swath through the chaotic forces shrouding the dark oculoth!

Jahadeem swings a bone-pommeled golvern longsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

A heavy barrier of stone momentarily forms around an amorphous dark oculoth and blocks the attack!

Melikor traces a burning rune into the air, melding the spiritual and elemental powers by sheer force of will.

Melikor gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

CS: +537 - TD: +582 + CvA: +25 + d100: +96 == +76

Warded off!

Claudaro whispers the words to his spell, tracing his fingers across the sky. A vibrant stream of rainbow colors burst forth, streaming alongside his motions before dispersing into an imperceptible mist.

Claudaro gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Claudaro unleashes a compact swirling vortex at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +525 vs DS: +347 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +60 = +270

The oculoth absorbs the nothingness with rapturous abandon!

Claudaro unleashes a compact swirling vortex at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +525 vs DS: +338 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +71 = +290

The oculoth absorbs the nothingness with rapturous abandon!

Claudaro unleashes a compact swirling vortex at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +525 vs DS: +307 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +82 = +332

The oculoth absorbs the nothingness with rapturous abandon!

Claudaro unleashes a compact swirling vortex at an amorphous dark oculoth!

A heavy barrier of stone momentarily forms around an amorphous dark oculoth and blocks the attack!

Chaoswynd swings a damascened vultite bastard sword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +533 vs DS: +432 with AvD: +24 + d100 roll: +3 = +128

... and hits for 7 points of damage!

Chaoswynd swings a thorn-hilted razern parrying dagger at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +521 vs DS: +432 with AvD: +12 + d100 roll: +90 = +191

... and hits for 16 points of damage!

Vines of vicious briars whip out from Chaoswynd's razern parrying dagger, raking the oculoth with its thorns. The oculoth looks slightly ill as the glistening emerald coating from each briar works itself under its skin.

... 6 points of damage!

Chamorr looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Chamorr engages an amorphous dark oculoth in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

A heavy barrier of stone momentarily forms around an amorphous dark oculoth and blocks the attack!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +593 vs DS: +413 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +23 = +232

... and hits for 38 points of damage!

Necrotic energy from Chamorr's glaes broadsword flares up momentarily!

Chamorr appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Chamorr's glaes broadsword sprays forth a shower of pure water!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +608 vs DS: +413 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +37 = +261

... and hits for 51 points of damage!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +593 vs DS: +413 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +32 = +241

... and hits for 40 points of damage!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +593 vs DS: +413 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +13 = +222

... and hits for 37 points of damage!

Thrassus exclaims, "Fascinating!"

Madmountan swings a glowing coraesine mekya ne'rutka at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +639 vs DS: +396 with AvD: +40 + d100 roll: +35 = +318

... and hits for 141 points of damage!

Bjarn looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Bjarn whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Bjarn swings a heavy ebonwood maul at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +464 vs DS: +605 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +61 = -36

A clean miss.

Bjarn swings a heavy ebonwood maul at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +464 vs DS: +583 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +60 = -15

A clean miss.

Bjarn swings a heavy ebonwood maul at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +464 vs DS: +432 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +66 = +142

... and hits for 17 points of damage!

Bjarn swings a heavy ebonwood maul at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +464 vs DS: +389 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +36 = +155

... and hits for 21 points of damage!

Greenish-black flames spring to life in Lylia's hand...

Lylia gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Lylia!

Lylia hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +437 vs DS: +299 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +16 = +184

... and hits for 61 points of damage!

The ball of greenish-black flame strikes an amorphous dark oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of flame upon impact.

... 10 points of damage!

A burst of flame from Lylia's ball of greenish-black flame flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

An amorphous dark oculoth's exterior hardens for a moment and softens the attack!

... 5 points of damage!

A burst of flame from Lylia's ball of greenish-black flame flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

... 10 points of damage!

A burst of flame from Lylia's ball of greenish-black flame flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

... 5 points of damage!

As Yakushi draws back on his bow, a tendril of moonlight stretches between his hands, solidifying into a gleaming moon silver arrow.

Yakushi's moon silver arrow is repelled by the chaotic forces surrounding the dark oculoth!

The arrow evaporates into a fine mist.

Zosopage swings a diamond-edged black vultite falchion at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +591 vs DS: +373 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +3 = +252

... and hits for 58 points of damage!

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara channels at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at Leafiara's feet as she releases a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +512 - TD: +548 + CvA: +25 + d100: +43 == +32

Warded off!

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground under a mote of white light swirling around Leafiara as a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy spirals off of the mote toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +557 - TD: +548 + CvA: +25 + d100: +56 == +90

Warded off!

Greenish-black flames spring to life in Xorus's hand...

Xorus gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Xorus hurls a ball of greenish-black flame at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +559 vs DS: +251 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +39 = +377

... and hits for 130 points of damage!

The guiding force leaves Xorus.

The ball of greenish-black flame strikes an amorphous dark oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of flame upon impact.

... 15 points of damage!

A thin layer of frost spreads across Raelee's skin as she incants an arcane phrase...

Raelee gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Raelee!

Raelee hurls a freezing ball of pure cold at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +608 vs DS: +299 with AvD: +32 + d100 roll: +89 = +430

... and hits for 88 points of damage!

The freezing ball of pure cold strikes an amorphous dark oculoth, blossoming into a much larger sphere of frost upon impact.

... 10 points of damage!

A burst of frost from Raelee's freezing ball of pure cold flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

... 10 points of damage!

A burst of frost from Raelee's freezing ball of pure cold flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

... 2 points of damage!

A burst of frost from Raelee's freezing ball of pure cold flies off and hits an amorphous dark oculoth.

... 20 points of damage!

Shinann appears to be focusing her thoughts while chanting softly...

Shinann gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

The force of Shinann's power warps the air as it surges toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +507 - TD: +549 + CvA: +25 + d100: +20 == +3

Warded off!

A few nebulous wisps coalesce about an amorphous dark oculoth before dissipating in a confused spiral.

A haze of black mist gathers around Melikor as he prepares a spell...

Melikor gestures at an amorphous dark oculoth.

The bright luminescence fades from around an amorphous dark oculoth.

The elemental aura around an amorphous dark oculoth wavers.

Elbromo chants a reverent litany and clasps his hands while tightly focusing his thoughts...

Meureii looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Meureii whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Meureii attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Meureii!

UAF: 737 vs UDF: 745 = 0.989 * MM: 89 + d100: 46 = 134

... and hit for 2 points of damage!

Necrotic energy from Meureii's morduska hide trukt flares up momentarily!

Meureii appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 747 vs UDF: 522 = 1.431 * MM: 108 + d100: 74 = 228

... and hit for 9 points of damage!

Meureii quickly pivots again and follows up with another jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

As Meureii strikes, a deep golden light surrounds his hands!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 404 = 1.787 * MM: 95 + d100: 32 = 201

... and hit for 17 points of damage!

Meureii attempts to punch an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 745 = 0.969 * MM: 95 + d100: 60 = 152

... and hit for 29 points of damage!

Meureii attempts to jab an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 702 = 1.028 * MM: 81 + d100: 54 = 137

... and hit for 2 points of damage!

Meureii quickly pivots away and follows up with a jab against an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 522 = 1.383 * MM: 106 + d100: 45 = 191

... and hit for 11 points of damage!

Necrotic energy from Meureii's morduska hide trukt flares up momentarily!

Meureii appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

As Meureii's morduska hide trukt lands home, its surface seems to fold inward upon itself drawing everything it touches along with it!

Meureii attempts to punch an amorphous dark oculoth!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Meureii!

UAF: 762 vs UDF: 702 = 1.085 * MM: 102 + d100: 94 = 204

An amorphous dark oculoth's exterior hardens for a moment and softens the attack!

... and hit for 48 points of damage!

Meureii attempts to kick an amorphous dark oculoth!

As Meureii strikes, a deep golden light surrounds his feet!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 404 = 1.787 * MM: 112 + d100: 31 = 231

... and hit for 105 points of damage!

Meureii's cuffed leather boots flare with a burst of flame!

Meureii attempts to punch an amorphous dark oculoth!

UAF: 722 vs UDF: 522 = 1.383 * MM: 123 + d100: 11 = 181

... and hit for 44 points of damage!

Elbromo channels at an amorphous dark oculoth.

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground at Elbromo's feet as he releases a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +476 - TD: +543 + CvA: +25 + d100: +50 == +8

Warded off!

The mote of white light swirling about Elbromo suddenly flares with blinding brilliance. Skeins of energy twine about the mote before lashing out toward an amorphous dark oculoth.

Particles of dust and soot rise from the ground under a mote of white light swirling around Elbromo as a pulsating, platinum ripple of energy spirals off of the mote toward an amorphous dark oculoth!

CS: +511 - TD: +543 + CvA: +25 + d100: +90 == +83

Warded off!

Puptilian swings a gleaming diamond-edged warblade at an amorphous dark oculoth!

AS: +564 vs DS: +360 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +68 = +303

... and hits for 66 points of damage!

An amorphous dark oculoth's suddenly crashes to the ground, its hundreds of eyes chaotically spasming through a myriad of colors before going dim.


Faceless waste wight

A faceless waste wight suddenly bursts from the floor!

>desc wight
You are not quite sure what to make of the waste wight, as you have never seen anything that looks quite like it. Stopping a moment, you try to commit this creature to memory so that you can tell tales of it to your fellow adventurers back in the safety of the local tavern.

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Chaoswynd!

Chaoswynd swings a damascened vultite bastard sword at a faceless waste wight!

AS: +548 vs DS: +383 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +5 = +199

... and hits for 37 points of damage!

Smash to the kneecap.

Necrotic energy from Chaoswynd's vultite bastard sword flares up momentarily!

Chaoswynd appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Chaoswynd swings a thorn-hilted razern parrying dagger at a faceless waste wight!

With extreme effort, the waste wight blocks the attack with her shield!

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Jahadeem!

Jahadeem swings a bone-pommeled golvern longsword at a faceless waste wight!

The waste wight easily blocks the attack with her black shield!

Saranja attempts to kick a faceless waste wight!

UAF: 359 vs UDF: 444 = 0.808 * MM: 71 + d100: 92 = 149

... and hit for 31 points of damage!

Leaping butterfly kick to the chest forces the waste wight backwards!

Madmountan swings a glowing coraesine mekya ne'rutka at a faceless waste wight!

AS: +639 vs DS: +303 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +57 = +435

... and hits for 213 points of damage!

Awesome shot collapses a lung!

Claudaro whispers the words to his spell, tracing his fingers across the sky. A vibrant stream of rainbow colors burst forth, streaming alongside his motions before dispersing into an imperceptible mist.

Claudaro gestures at a faceless waste wight.

Claudaro hurls a seething blast of steam at a faceless waste wight!

AS: +515 vs DS: +280 with AvD: +48 + d100 roll: +44 = +327

... and hits for 116 points of damage!

The waste wight cringes from a scalding blast to left arm!

You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the waste wight's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.

The waste wight falls to the floor motionless.


Shifting ashen grey spore

A shifting ashen grey spore floats in to view.

>desc spore
A shifting ashen grey spore is a spore of the Elanthian variety.

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.
Lylia gestures at a shifting ashen grey spore.
Lylia stares at a shifting ashen grey spore.
CS: +540 - TD: +119 + CvA: +25 + d100: +96 == +542
Warding failed!
The ashen grey spore lets out a blood curdling scream!
A shifting ashen grey spore makes a wheezing sound as it floats to the floor!

A shifting ashen grey spore floats northeastward on the wind.

A shifting ashen grey spore floats in, oozing a clear substance from itself.

A shifting ashen grey spore floats northeastward, dripping a clear substance as it goes.

Madmountan swings a glowing coraesine mekya ne'rutka at a shifting ashen grey spore!
AS: +579 vs DS: +183 with AvD: +44 + d100 roll: +85 = +525
... and hits for 258 points of damage!
With a tremendous crescendo of sound, a shifting ashen grey spore ruptures in a gigantic explosion!
Flames whip about Melikor, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!
Flames whip about Kildar, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!
Flames whip about Lylia, but amazingly, she survives unscathed!
Flames whip about Nodyre, but amazingly, he survives unscathed!
Gryzzlbok is engulfed in a consuming flame!
... 60 points of damage!
Flames engulf body. Chest left a smoldering ruin.
* Gryzzlbok drops dead at your feet!
The inferno rages around you, but amazingly, you survive unscathed!
[etc.]
A shifting ashen grey spore is consumed by the flames!

Pietra searches a shifting ashen grey spore.
A shifting ashen grey spore crumbles to dust and disappears on the wind.