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| WD6 = Wither (1115) |
| WD6 = Wither (1115) |
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| WDF = 285 |
| WDF = 285 |
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| WD7 = Divine Wrath (335) |
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| WDG = 273 |
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| OS1 = Spirit Strike (117)<!-- Miscellaneous offensive spells (non-bolt and non-warding) insert up to OS10 --> |
| OS1 = Spirit Strike (117)<!-- Miscellaneous offensive spells (non-bolt and non-warding) insert up to OS10 --> |
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| OS2 = Web (118) |
| OS2 = Web (118) |
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==Other information== |
==Other information== |
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Putrefied Citadel herald are capable of casting all three versions of [[Web (118)]], making it wise to LOOK before exiting a room they're in to ensure they haven't cast the area version. |
Putrefied Citadel herald are capable of casting all three versions of [[Web (118)]], making it wise to {{boldmono|[[LOOK (verb)|LOOK]]}} before exiting a room they're in to ensure they haven't cast the area version. |
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==Messaging== |
==Messaging== |
Latest revision as of 07:02, 28 March 2021
Maggots crawl and writhe in the eye sockets of a putrefied Citadel herald. Replete in immaculate costume, the herald stands stiffly with an expression of disdain on her withered face of grey putrified skin. A large signet ring graces one of her two large wrinkled hands patiently folded one over the other. A polished, leather scroll case hangs at the herald's side, embossed with a large letter "E."
Hunting strategies
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Other information
Putrefied Citadel herald are capable of casting all three versions of Web (118), making it wise to LOOK before exiting a room they're in to ensure they haven't cast the area version.
Messaging
A putrefied Citadel herald dismissively states, "The Citadel fall? Indulge in your fantasies elsewhere."
While webbed:
A putrefied Citadel herald glares ahead and softly says, "Your paltry festival magic trick will not hold me, barbarian."
See also
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