The Twilight Stratagem (storyline)/2024-09-25 - Mayor Talliver Rescued (log)

The Twilight Stratagem (storyline)/2024-09-25 - Mayor Talliver Rescued (log)

This log is from The Twilight Stratagem on 09-25-2024 from the viewpoint of Opalina

Synopsis

The citizens of Icemule Stage and execute a rescue of Talliver with the Help of DemiLich Ellerel. Ellerel uses artifacts to open a portal for a group to invade Sablecross and rescue Mayor Talliver. Once there they themselves become trapped by the famed Archwizard Thaiagol who claims he is allowing their attempt and allowing their freedom. The orb of kai is offered up as a means of escape and the rescue is complete. The state of Talliver is questioned and the Future of the town may be in the hands of an intern Mayor while he recovers from his ordeal.

Full Log

Readying for Invasion

[Clovertooth, Auditorium - 29536] (u4043075)

Raw cedar timbers perfume the air, comprising the walls of the expansive hall. Living evergreen boughs contrast frame the southern entrance, brightly illuminated by faceted glimaerstone orbs set high into the ceiling. The light scatters over a few dozen rows of comfortably padded seats and rugs covering parts of the polished floor. A central aisle delineated by a quartet of braziers leads toward an expansive cedar and pine stage framed by silver-trimmed blue curtains. You also see the Opalina disk and the Wolfloner disk.

Also here: Lithyia, Wolfloner

Obvious exits: south

>peer mirror

You look at yourself carefully in the ruby red mirror...

You see Lady Opalina Jalcon the Vampire Slayer of the North.

She appears to be a Half-Elf.

She is quite short for one of elven heritage and has a curvaceous figure. She appears to be in the meridian of life. She has dark feather-lashed crystal blue eyes and freckled skin. She has winter rose-dotted, curly deep auburn hair delicately rolled into an off-center chignon that leaves a few feathery tendrils to trail in front of her ears and down the nape of her neck. She has a weather-beaten face, a freckled nose and a faint tracery of chin scars. Tiny flecks of sea blue have formed within her pupils. She has a fake silver-edged tooth barely visible in her mouth. She has some hazy crescent glass earcaps encircled by snowblind diamond constellations attached to her ears.

She has a tiny flawless diamond stud in her right nostril, a petite faceted ruby arrow in the upper ridge of her right ear, a set of silver rings with tiny dangling crystalline snowflakes in the upper ridge of her left ear, a teacup-cradled clockwork mouse tattoo on her leg, and a niveous-inked fall of tiny snowflakes on her ear.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a glacial blue steel crown with icicle-shaped crystal spikes, a hammer-forged circular gold pendant, a six-tentacled zoetic quill with a jet rachis and lilac vane, a wide brass spiral etched with rolling waves, a flecked pearl white lizard, a blushing beanbag halfling, a black bear hide pack with a clawed toggle slung over her shoulder, an elliptical eahnor-plated case with a tiny ko-nag lever, a snow white silk and linen sundress draped from an iridescent onyx scalemail gorget, a sleeveless wrap-around plumille houppelande with pleated elesine-edged split skirts, a lambskin-lined balenite armband forged into a series of breaking waves, some sleek selshis skin gloves with kelyn-reinforced knuckles, a carved thin blue gem band, an abyssal black vaalin ring inset with a scarlet veniom spinner, a filigreed eonake wedding band with a nightscape motif, a segmented silver hip-chain trailing tiny milk and cookie-shaped bells, a timeworn elesine sack enhanced with bearpaw sewn-on pockets, a vintage walnut basket ornately hand-painted with fiery copper tarts on the doors, a sylvan scalp coin bag clasped by a chipped front tooth, a mosaic-inlaid copper key strung from braided rawhide cords, and some fur-lined boots toe-edged in balenite bear claws.

Flickering near Opalina is a burly bear, its luminous figure composed of silvery white energy. Bulky body moving with a lumbering gait, it wanders protectively around her.

You feel Koar's blessing return to you.

Admiring the fabric of your silk and linen sundress, you run a hand smoothly over the garment to accentuate your figure.

You quietly say, "I'll blend right in."

The voice of Lithyia says, "Yes, nothing says Sablecross like a wintery...sundress..."

You hear someone snicker.

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.

The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

You quietly exclaim, "It's not wintery!"

You quietly say, "It's sunny."

Wolfloner smiles.

The voice of Lithyia says, "It snow white."

Chronicler Falvicar just arrived.

Falvicar adjusts his somnis plate, improving its ability to support the weight of his gear.

Wolfloner nods at Falvicar.

You quietly say, "Well I look good in white."

Falvicar adjusts your plumille houppelande, improving its ability to support the weight of your gear.

You hold yourself up straighter and inhale, striking your most refined pose in an attempt to look a little bit more lithe and hopefully more elven.

Falvicar wiggles his eyebrows.

Falvicar removes a tall jar of pallid grey salve from in his silk-lined cloak.

Falvicar scoops out a small amount of salve from his jar, his nose involuntarily wrinkling at its offensive odor. Despite the powerful smell, he applies the cream to his temples with his fingertips using a gentle, circular motion.

Falvicar put a tall jar of pallid grey salve in his silk-lined cloak.

You blink at Falvicar.

Falvicar summons a torrent of spiritual mana and releases upon himself a flurry of abjurations.

You quietly ask, "Did you die?"

You examine Falvicar closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Falvicar says, "Ummm I uhhh."

You see a hooded figure swathed in a night-hued silk-lined hooded cloak with silver embroidery.

Falvicar says, "Might have took a umm."

Falvicar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Falvicar says, "A nap."

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar nods.

Falvicar says, "At Hinterwilds."

Falvicar grins.

You hear someone snicker.

The voice of Lithyia amusedly says, "A nap."

You quietly say, "Not a good place to be napping."

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Falvicar appears filled with a renewed confidence and fearlessness.

You shake your head.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Granules of cobalt light coalesce and dance around Falvicar before seeping into his very form.

Falvicar removes a bundle of hinterboar manes from in his silk-lined cloak.

Falvicar offers you a bundle of hinterboar manes. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Falvicar winks at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

An incandescent veil fades from Falvicar.

You accept Falvicar's offer and are now holding a bundle of hinterboar manes.

You whimper at Falvicar!

You quietly say, "And I just got all light."

You carefully place a bundle of hinterboar manes inside your elesine sack, making sure not to ruin the bundle.

You quietly say, "Oh they are pretty light."

Falvicar gibbers incoherently.

You quietly say, "We are okay."

You nod.

Falvicar removes a bundle of hinterboar manes from in his silk-lined cloak.

You grab a faceted dark emerald pill from inside your elesine sack.

Falvicar offers you a bundle of hinterboar manes. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Falvicar winks at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

You offer your dark emerald pill to Falvicar, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Falvicar has accepted your offer and is now holding a faceted dark emerald pill.

Falvicar places his dark emerald pill in his mouth, and it dissolves into a puff of emerald-hued smoke. A verdant mist seeps from his lips as a cloud of mana coalesces around him, wrapping him in protective magic!

You accept Falvicar's offer and are now holding a bundle of hinterboar manes.

You carefully place a bundle of hinterboar manes inside your elesine sack, making sure not to ruin the bundle.

Pieces of a golden hinterboar mane, a flame-scarred dreadsteed skull, and a niveous warg pelt dangle from the villswood totem in some semblance of a decoration.

You sense there are 450 charges of power left in the villswood totem.

Falvicar mutters shehasmetrained.

Falvicar snickers.

You hear someone snicker.

You carefully remove the hinterboar manes from inside your elesine sack, making sure not to damage the bundle.

Falvicar adjusts his somnis plate, improving its ability to support the weight of his gear.

You lower a bundle of hinterboar manes close to a golvern and villswood totem dangling a soft grey penguin feather. Silvery white motes scurry out to engulf the manes. When the light fades, the hinterboar manes appears incorporated into some of the decorations on the totem.

Pieces of a golden hinterboar mane, a flame-scarred dreadsteed skull, and a niveous warg pelt dangle from the villswood totem in some semblance of a decoration.

You sense there are 500 charges of power left in the villswood totem.

Falvicar asks, speaking to you, "They are beary good?"

Falvicar attempts to hum a merry little tune.

You quietly say, "They are perfect."

You nod at Falvicar.

You wrap Falvicar in a tender embrace.

You press your lips gently to Falvicar's in a loving kiss.

You quietly say, "Thank you."

Falvicar wraps his arms around you, hugging you warmly.

Falvicar places a gentle kiss on your lips.

Falvicar says, "You're welcome."

Falvicar smiles.

You grab a rough fiery copper drawing from inside your elesine sack.

You show your drawing to Falvicar.

Everything around you seems to distort for a moment.

The fiery copper drawing appears to be suitable for letter-writing.

In the Common language, it reads:

several lines and marks upon this drawing create a roughly sketched map of a city with an X indicating something of value. Arrows lead along labeled streets, walkways and doors, leading toward the "X".  Sloppily written words along the bottom read, "map to your mayor in Sablecross, be careful to avoid looking out of place dress for hot weather!"

Falvicar leans over and whispers, "Me wearing cloak with hood."

Falvicar sticks out his tongue.

Falvicar gazes at his reflection in the gold filigree mirror.

You feel at full magical power again.

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "They won't even recognize you."

Wolfloner removes a squat jar of pallid grey salve from in his spidersilk sack.

Wolfloner scoops out a small amount of salve from his jar, his nose involuntarily wrinkling at its offensive odor. Despite the powerful smell, he applies the cream to his temples with his fingertips using a gentle, circular motion.

Wolfloner put a squat jar of pallid grey salve in his spidersilk sack.

Wolfloner tightly clasps his mesh coin bag shut.

Lady Opalina Jalcon the Noblewoman.

She appears to be a Half-Elf.

You see Wolfloner Nao'Javar the Guardian of Icemule Trace.

He appears to be a Half-Elf of the Tehir tribes.

He is tall. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has piercing shadow grey eyes and tanned skin. He has short, silky black hair streaked with silver. He has a flaring nose.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a rope-chained veil iron necklace suspending a skull-incised death's head moth, a hooded ridgeweaver silk cloak in gradients of grey, an ivory skull-faced orchid, a dark leather weapon harness slung over his shoulder, a stiff shadarl aketon reinforced with blackened steel plates, some darkened vruul skin gloves etched with Tehir runes, a neutral-toned pouch of diamond-scaled rattlesnake skin, a silvery mesh coin bag, some dark linen pants, a sleek leather toolkit, and some nightmare hide boots.

Your plumille houppelande bends inward for a brief moment.

A distant crier announces, "ELLEREL Barrowfoot will be assembling townsfolk shortly in Clovertooth Hall's auditorium."

Perigourd's group strides in with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, forest green imprint of a doe's hoof on the floor behind him.

Olgretien just arrived.

Concierge Darphin just arrived.

You notice Dendum moving stealthily into the room.

Lord Randsford just arrived.

Sir Geijon just arrived.

Draelor just arrived.

Geijon turns toward Perigourd and renders a sharp hand salute.

Lord Sorlu just strode in, his group following close behind.

Geijon waves to Missoni.

Jehance just arrived.

Geijon waves.

Olgretien faces Geijon and smartly brings his right fist up to his chest. Holding it there, he bows deeply.

Perigourd turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.

Jehance rummages around in his pockets.

Jehance checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Falvicar nods in greeting at Geijon.

Queatus just arrived.

Urchin Gutstorm just stumbled in, flailing his arms wildly while trying to right himself!

A group of people follows him in, rolling their eyes and chortling.

Queatus nods.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "So many twistsh and turnsh here."

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Easy to git losht."

Wolfloner nods at Queatus.

Olgretien begins chuckling at Gutstorm!

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Plus dey aint gots sidewalks."

Sorlu grins at Aliashyrah.

Dwi grunts in obvious annoyance.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Faireve Squire."

Gutstorm grunts at Geijon in approval.

Queatus detaches a deep black glaes shard from a vaalin-laced keyring.

Dendum says, "Pfft is one turn."

Queatus attaches a deep black glaes shard to a vaalin-laced keyring.

Dendum says, "ONE turn."

Olgretien takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Dendum says, "You go east...you turn once and then there is Clovertooth hall."

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Dendum, "Fer ye it's prolley leben turns anna ye know it."

Elronae just arrived.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Dendum, ye bring any freshmintsh? me troat is parched."

Dwi chuckles.

Queatus nods to Wolfloner in greeting.

Gutstorm coughs.

Jehance says, "I think the urchin dropped him off at Honeybeer Tavern before coming this way."

Dendum slips a fragmented staff bound by mycelium threads into one of the bearskin weapon loops secured with jade buttons sewn inside of his buckskin jacket. A trail of golden particles quickly disperses.

Dendum pours himself a tumbler of Woodland Green whiskey.

Dendum offers Gutstorm a tumbler of Woodland Green whiskey.

Gutstorm grunts.

Gutstorm accepts Dendum's Woodland Green whiskey.

Missoni smiles at Geijon.

Gutstorm grunts and motions for a drink.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Dankoo."

Gutstorm takes a drink from his Woodland Green whiskey.

Dendum nods.

Dwi just nudged Gutstorm.

With quick, precise movements, Dendum unlashes his polished walrus tusk from his dark leather belt.

Dendum swings the gold-bound end of his polished walrus tusk upward as he drinks deeply from its contents, the stylized willow tree glyph adorning it clearly displayed for all to see.

Dwi says, speaking quietly to Gutstorm, "Look...it's Geijon..he's famouse."

Oddly enough, Dendum seems somewhat less buoyant.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Dwi, "Geijon is me Squire."

Darphin removes a simple metal-framed box from in his leather case.

(Gutstorm grunts proudly.)

Queatus fiddles with the top of the black ko'nag case, causing the metal plates to open.

Darphin removes some hop flowers from in his leather case.

Dwi exclaims, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Oh yeah!"

Lilanna just arrived.

Darphin put a simple metal-framed box in his black leather jacket.

Dwi exclaims, speaking heartily to Geijon, "Sorry had ye confuddled wit sumpbody else!"

Darphin put some hop flowers in his black leather jacket.

Wolfloner nods at Lilanna.

Dwi grunts, amused.

Darphin removes a dark leather folio stamped with the image of hop flowers from in his leather case.

Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.

Perigourd looks rather relaxed.

Lilanna nods at Wolfloner.

Suddenly the plates at the top of Queatus's black ko'nag case snap shut with a loud *CLICK*!

Dendum swings the gold-bound end of his polished walrus tusk upward as he drinks deeply from its contents, the stylized willow tree glyph adorning it clearly displayed for all to see.

Darphin put a dark leather folio stamped with the image of hop flowers in his black leather jacket.

Dendum slides a gold-bound polished walrus tusk along his dark leather belt and secures it in place, displaying the stylized willow tree glyph on its side.

Darphin removes a reinforced brass still polished to a mirror shine from in his leather case.

Darphin carefully places his brass still on the floor alongside him.

Darphin removes a flask of clear water from in his black leather jacket.

Dendum asks, "Someone know lich summoning spell?"

Lilanna nods to Randsford in greeting.

Darphin removes a dark leather folio stamped with the image of hop flowers from in his black leather jacket.

Randsford turns toward Lilanna and renders a sharp hand salute.

Darphin nods at Dendum.

Dwi smirks at Gutstorm.

Darphin recites:

   "Power unlimitus available!"

Lilanna asks, "Give it a gnome?"

Perigourd says, speaking to Dendum, "I know little of such necromancy."

Chamorr just arrived.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures.

Aliashyrah momentarily gets a faroff look in her eyes, and then returns to normal.

Dwi growls at Chamorr.

Gutstorm blinks at Chamorr.

Dendum says, "Well all that was summoned was a Chamorr."

Olgretien's fingers briefly touch his vultite greathelm as he renders a casual salute to Chamorr.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures.

Aliashyrah momentarily gets a faroff look in her eyes, and then returns to normal.

Elronae laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Dendum says, speaking to Darphin, "Close enough."

Chamorr sticks his tongue out at Dwi, and lets out with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from his lips!

Suddenly, the air around you is drawn toward your plumille houppelande.

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.

The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures.

Aliashyrah momentarily gets a faroff look in her eyes, and then returns to normal.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures.

Missoni momentarily gets a faroff look in her eyes, and then returns to normal.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Dwi, "Hold me drink."

Missoni grins wryly.

Gutstorm offers Dwi a tumbler of Woodland Green whiskey.

Chamorr smooches Dwi on the cheek.

Sorlu shifts his weight to one side, the tiny dead penguin chick swaying in the glowing bilious green solution inside his specimen jar.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Ol man's up late...he prolley had to tinkle."

Dwi winks at Chamorr.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Olgretien begins to falter, then completely fades away.

The dim aura fades from around Olgretien.

Olgretien begins to breathe less deeply.

The powerful look leaves Olgretien.

ELLEREL appears in a puff of brackish smoke.

Gutstorm cracks his knuckles!

Randsford squints.

Aliashyrah gazes in amusement at Sorlu.

Perigourd nods in greeting at ELLEREL.

Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.

Perigourd looks rather relaxed.

Gutstorm waves to ELLEREL.

Lilanna bows to ELLEREL.

Wolfloner nods at ELLEREL.

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to ELLEREL with a short, courteous bow.

Olgretien nods curtly to ELLEREL.

Darphin put a dark leather folio stamped with the image of hop flowers in his leather case.

Missoni nods to ELLEREL in greeting.

Aliashyrah nods in greeting at ELLEREL.

Sorlu says, speaking to ELLEREL, "Good evening, ELLEREL."

Olgretien blushes a nice shade of light pink.

Geijon nods at Perigourd.

Olgretien performs a bow characteristic of those from Icemule Trace before ELLEREL.

Jehance bows to ELLEREL.

Falvicar nods to ELLEREL in greeting.

Dwi accepts Gutstorm's Woodland Green whiskey.

Darphin pauses to empty out any remnants from within the boiler of the brass still, tilting it to let every drop of liquid run out to the ground.

Darphin picks up a reinforced brass still polished to a mirror shine from alongside him.

Darphin put a reinforced brass still polished to a mirror shine in his leather case.

Chamorr says, speaking heartily to Dwi, "Howdy dwarfette."

Darphin put a flask of clear water in his leather case.

Dwi raises her Woodland Green whiskey in a toast!

Geijon asks, speaking to Gutstorm, "What's th' plan?"

Geijon grins.

Dwi tips her head back and empties a tumbler of Woodland Green whiskey down her gullet!

ELLEREL says, speaking carefully to Sorlu, "Good evening."

Darphin says, speaking to ELLEREL, "I am glad to see your safe return."

Dwi cackles at Geijon!

Dendum says, speaking to Geijon, "We go in get mayor come out."

Chamorr glances at Geijon.

You quietly say, "Good evening."

Olgretien takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Chamorr asks, speaking heartily to Geijon, "Yer askin him whats the plan?"

Geijon grins.

Dwi heartily says, "Or..we stay here...anna hire a new mayer."

Gutstorm asks, speaking drunkenly to ELLEREL, "We needa shettle a debate, kin ye clarify to me aquantinch here dat Dwarf do infact have knee?"

Dwi grunts in satisfaction.

Gutstorm taps ELLEREL lightly on his shoulder.

Chamorr's spirits are no longer lifted.

The air stops shimmering around Chamorr.

Dendum says, "Guts grabs any loose drinks."

Olgretien just closed a long hooded silver wolfhide cloak.

(Gutstorm taps his knee.)

Sorlu gazes in amusement at Gutstorm.

Olgretien just opened a long hooded silver wolfhide cloak.

Olgretien put some strong black coffee in his silver wolfhide cloak.

Chamorr heartily says, "Pffft."

Olgretien just closed a long hooded silver wolfhide cloak.

(Jehance gazes at Gutstorm's so called knee, it appears like one big calf.)

Darphin removes a polished crystal sphere from in his black leather jacket.

Darphin gazes intensely into his crystal sphere.

Chamorr says, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Doing that prooves dwarfs have no knees."

Darphin says, "Come out Lithyia."

Falvicar says, "We're a little short on time for that kind of debate...."

Darphin put a polished crystal sphere in his black leather jacket.

(Dendum looks over at Gutstorm focusing on his knees.)

Falvicar shrugs at Gutstorm.

The voice of Lithyia asks, "Why?"

Elronae nods at Queatus.

Dendum says, speaking to Gutstorm, "Looks like knees."

The voice of Lithyia asks, "Do you need to gaze upon my beauty?"

Darphin says, "Becuse its unkind to hide in the shadows."

ELLEREL says, "I assume we have all made the necessary preparations."

Olgretien removes a jet black mithril claidhmore from in his wolverine pelt sheath.

Perigourd nods in agreement.

Olgretien nods at ELLEREL.

Gutstorm drunkenly exclaims, "Me brot me kneez, ELLEREL!"

Lilanna says, "As much as can be done."

Darphin nods at ELLEREL.

You nod.

Chamorr says, speaking heartily to Dendum, "Fake strp ons."

Lilanna nods at ELLEREL.

Sorlu says, "Let us hope."

Missoni nods once.

Randsford glances between Elronae and Queatus.

Sorlu nods at ELLEREL.

Randsford nods approvingly.

A low unsettling moan trails Missoni's surita staff as she draws it from her widowwood-bound sling. At her touch, a number of sigils worked into its grain take on a faint luminescence.

Olgretien picks idly at a jet black mithril claidhmore.

Dendum glances between Chamorr and Gutstorm.

Lithyia smiles at Darphin.

Dendum says, speaking to Chamorr, "Maybe is matter of...perspective."

You pick idly at a rough fiery copper drawing.

Sorlu put a slender Nalfein-styled cane in his midnight suede rucksack.

Chamorr gives Lithyia a friendly hug.

Lithyia hugs Chamorr.

Sorlu removes a rectangular green crystal bottle from in his dark hematite overcoat.

Darphin says, "There is another hiding in the shadows, they could join too."

ELLEREL produces an ancient rolaren knife.

Dendum says, speaking to Chamorr, "From top of mountain may be hard to imagine trees have roots."

Sorlu turns his green crystal bottle, opening its lid and shaking a faceted dark emerald pill into his waiting hand.

Lilanna shifts her weight.

Sorlu put a rectangular green crystal bottle in his dark hematite overcoat.

Missoni glances appraisingly at ELLEREL.

Darphin says, speaking to ELLEREL, "Such a wonderful knife."

You see ELLEREL Barrowfoot the Warlock.

He appears to be a Paradis Halfling.

He is short but substantial.  He appears to be middle-aged.  He has heavy-lidded coal black eyes and light skin.  He has thinning, swept-back dark grey hair with wings of white at the temples.  He has a lined face, a pinched nose and an unimpressive chin.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a black eahnor ring in his right hand and an ancient rolaren knife with a carved horsebone hilt in his left hand.

He is wearing a deep green silk cravat secured by a gold and lapis pin, a midnight blue wool doublet with golden pentagonal buttons, a gold-chased urglaes signet, some blue-black wool trousers, and a pair of dark leather boots.

Dendum gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum gestures.

A sudden burst of bright light emanates from Dendum's hand!

Lithyia says, "Rolaren...good choice."

The silvery luminescence fades from around Sorlu.

Lithyia tilts her rolaren dagger back and forth, as if deciding what she's going to do with it.

Lithyia nods at ELLEREL.

Perigourd takes a moment to observe ELLEREL.

Dendum gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Perigourd takes a drink from his amber Wildwood whiskey.

Perigourd looks rather relaxed.

Sorlu glances between Darphin and ELLEREL.

Dendum gestures.

Nothing seems to happen.

Sorlu places his dark emerald pill in his mouth, and it dissolves into a puff of emerald-hued smoke. A verdant mist seeps from his lips as a cloud of mana coalesces around him, wrapping him in protective magic!

With a swift shrug of his shoulder, Perigourd slings a dark faewood battle shield carved with an intricate doe trippant off from a series of straps on the back of his leather baldric.

Dwi surveys the area.

Dwi fidgets.

Darphin asks, speaking to Lithyia, "Have you never looked at Stray?"

Lithyia looks over at Darphin and shakes her head.

ELLEREL indicates his rolaren knife with a smile.

Gutstorm removes a serrated rolaren carving knife from in his pink bunny slippers.

Sorlu says, speaking to Lithyia, "He's quite the fan."

Sorlu nods at Lithyia.

Gutstorm shows ELLEREL his rolaren carving knife.

You quietly say, "I have I've even blessed it."

Wolfloner takes a moment to observe ELLEREL.

Missoni leans against her surita staff, gazing thoughtfully at her surroundings.

Everything around you seems to distort for a moment.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Dendum, "I kinda hope dis issa puppet show...aint seen one dem inna while."

With a flick of his wrist, Gutstorm's rolaren carving knife whirls lazily in an arc overhead. Changing directions, he brings the rolaren carving knife downward and across his body, ending with an abrupt stop as he nearly takes off his toe! Gutstorm looks a bit flustered by the spectacle.

You nod at Darphin.

ELLEREL says, "Mayor Dabbings's connection with the knife should allow me to get you relatively close to him."

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to ELLEREL, "Horse bone, must be old indeed."

Darphin smiles at you.

Dendum says, speaking to Dwi, ""Well.....there is a puppet."

Lithyia nods at ELLEREL.

Dendum glances at ELLEREL.

Gutstorm put a serrated rolaren carving knife in his pink bunny slippers.

Lithyia asks, "Do we join you?"

Missoni nods approvingly at ELLEREL.

Dendum says, speaking to Dwi, "But not that kind of show."

The mirror images surrounding Lilanna undulate and grow stronger.

Lilanna renews her songs.

Lithyia raises an eyebrow.

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in ELLEREL's direction.

Gutstorm removes a gleaming ruby-hilted alfange etched with ancient dwarven runes from in his vruul skin sheath.

Dwi glances at Dendum and snaps her fingers, looking quite disappointed.

Hooking his thumbs into his leather belt, Perigourd lifts his gaze and calmly scans his surroundings.

ELLEREL says, "The Bastion has wardings, but this ring should help me bypass most of them."

Perigourd furrows his brow.

Sorlu asks, speaking to ELLEREL, "Are you not coming with us?"

Sorlu cocks his head at ELLEREL.

Falvicar nods.

Dwi asks, speaking quietly to Sorlu, "Us?"

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Me a pashtafisht, me will doopervise da opration to ensure we um....get a new mayor."

Chamorr heartily says, "Whos leading."

Gutstorm grunts and nods.

Aliashyrah suggests, speaking to Sorlu, "Perhaps an anchor is required?"

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Sumpbody's gotta mouse in der pocket."

Dwi smirks.

Lilanna nods at Wolfloner.

Darphin nods.

Sorlu says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Perhaps. I know little of this type of magic."

ELLEREL says, speaking to Sorlu, "If I do, you'll have no one to pull you back."

Perigourd waves at the mural-sided Perigourd cassone in a dismissing gesture.

The mural-sided Perigourd cassone disintegrates.

Wolfloner nods at Lilanna.

Gutstorm grunts at Dwi in agreement.

Sorlu nods understandingly at ELLEREL.

Lithyia asks, "Then yes, who is leading?"

Aliashyrah nods knowingly at Sorlu.

Perigourd says, speaking to ELLEREL, "Yes, that would be problematic."

Geijon removes a rectangular green crystal bottle from in his black canvas backpack.

Sorlu glances at Dwi.

Geijon carefully inspects his green crystal bottle.

Geijon carefully inspects his green crystal bottle.

Geijon turns his green crystal bottle, opening its lid and shaking a faceted dark emerald pill into his waiting hand.

Dwi belches softly.

Sorlu says, speaking to Dwi, "Us. Those of us wishing to rescue Mayor Dabbings, of course."

Geijon put a rectangular green crystal bottle in his black canvas backpack.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Geijon, "Dont do drugsh."

Randsford whispers something to Lilanna.

Dwi sighs.

Darphin says, speaking to Sorlu, "If something should happen to ELLEREL in Sablecross, the resuce party.. some of it, would be stranded."

Dendum says, speaking to Lithyia, "Last one to mayor is rotten apple."

Dwi heartily says, "Be easier to pick a new one."

Dwi grunts noncommittally and shrugs her shoulders.

Olgretien begins chuckling at Dwi!

Geijon says, speaking to Gutstorm, "It makes you grow, like a gardener."

Sorlu nods slightly at Darphin.

Geijon places his dark emerald pill in his mouth, and it dissolves into a puff of emerald-hued smoke. A verdant mist seeps from his lips as a cloud of mana coalesces around him, wrapping him in protective magic!

Olgretien asks, speaking deeply to Dwi, "Since when do we do easy?"

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Got yer eeeny meeny hammer handy? Dat'd work."

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Dwi, "Besides, it's de right thing to do."

Dwi nods at Olgretien.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow in Aliashyrah's direction.

Gutstorm put a gleaming ruby-hilted alfange etched with ancient dwarven runes in his vruul skin sheath.

Gutstorm removes a small gold-banded gavel engraved in elegant script from in his pink bunny slippers.

Gutstorm waves his gold-banded gavel around spastically, clearly having little regard for the safety of those around him.

Olgretien deeply says, "Easy or not."

Gutstorm idly spins the haft of his gold-banded gavel between his hands before halting its motion abruptly. The head points at ELLEREL.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "ELLEREL leadin according to me hammer."

Geijon removes a potent blue-green potion from in his black cloak.

Gutstorm joins ELLEREL's group.

Geijon pours a dose of his potion onto his insignia. The thick liquid of the potion swirls rapidly around the insignia for a moment, before sinking into it with a bright blue-green glow.

Geijon pours a dose of his potion onto his torc. The thick liquid of the potion swirls rapidly around the torc for a moment, before sinking into it with a bright blue-green glow.

Lithyia nods at Darphin.

Darphin winks at Lithyia.

Perigourd says, speaking to Gutstorm, "He has to stay and manage our withdrawl."

Lithyia nods at Darphin.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Oh."

Gutstorm idly spins the haft of his gold-banded gavel between his hands before halting its motion abruptly. The head points at Darphin.

Missoni furrows her brow.

Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Aint Darphin wit da da bad guys?"

Lithyia nods at Gutstorm.

Missoni grins wryly at Perigourd.

Gutstorm works his fingers under his dancing flame crown and scratches his head.

Elronae laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Gutstorm idly spins the haft of his gold-banded gavel between his hands before halting its motion abruptly. The head points at Lilanna.

Olgretien nods at Gutstorm.

Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Lilanna, she good, yesh?"

Olgretien deeply says, "I think so."

Queatus nods.

Dendum says, speaking to Gutstorm, ""Kill him on the other side of the portal."

Lithyia nods at Gutstorm.

Olgretien deeply says, "They always come along it seems."

Gutstorm joins Lilanna's group.

Darphin says, speaking to Gutstorm, "We all have our reasons for returning the mayor."

Dendum says, speaking to Gutstorm, "Less mess."

Queatus joins Lilanna's group.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Dwi, "Found one."

Elronae joins Lilanna's group.

Dwi clears her throat.

Lithyia asks, "Lilanna are you leading once we are in?"

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Lilanna's direction.

Lilanna gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

ELLEREL says, "There may be defenders. There may not be. Hopefully, this will be a simple in and out."

Lilanna says, "Looks like it."

Sorlu joins Lilanna's group.

Queatus grins.

Lithyia joins Lilanna's group.

Chamorr joins Lilanna's group.

Sorlu smiles at Lilanna.

Perigourd nods in agreement.

With a swift shrug of her shoulder, Lilanna slings a veniom-bound rolaren tower shield off from a series of straps on the back of her iron grey bandolier.

Perigourd joins Lilanna's group.

Missoni nods approvingly at ELLEREL.

Jehance joins Lilanna's group.

Draelor joins Lilanna's group.

Olgretien begins chuckling at ELLEREL!

Darphin joins Lilanna's group.

Sorlu removes a dwarven slaughtering axe from in his weapon harness.

ELLEREL says, "I hope someone has brought a lockpick, though."

Missoni joins Lilanna's group.

Lilanna nods at ELLEREL.

Geijon joins Lilanna's group.

Gutstorm put a small gold-banded gavel engraved in elegant script in his pink bunny slippers.

Aliashyrah joins Lilanna's group.

Wolfloner joins Lilanna's group.

Sorlu turns over his slaughtering axe.

Lilanna says, "Eh."

Perigourd glances appraisingly at Sorlu.

Chamorr glances at Lilanna.

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to ELLEREL, "Rarely is that so."

Lithyia slings the zelnorn buckler off from over her shoulder, gripping it firmly in her left hand.

Olgretien joins Lilanna's group.

Geijon pulls back some mithril-traced thick ora arm greaves detailed with argent rampant gryphons, revealing a ruby-encircled gryphon tattoo with tiny lettering.

Geijon narrows his eyes in concentration, the runes on his arm glimmering briefly. He seems to glow with power!

Queatus raises his hand.

Lithyia grins.

Geijon gestures.

Geijon appears filled with a confident and fearless composure.

Randsford joins Lilanna's group.

Falvicar shrugs.

Wolfloner says, "I have a few."

Chamorr heartily says, "Uhoh."

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Me know lockpickin shpell."

Wolfloner nods at ELLEREL.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Olgretien, "But...da ol' mayer's been missin fer a month? Mite be a meat re-treebal mission."

Lilanna nods at Queatus.

Lithyia nods at Wolfloner.

Dendum says, "We have a Wolfloner and a Queatus..."

Gutstorm wiggles his fingers.

Dwi grunts noncommittally and shrugs her shoulders.

Lithyia agrees with Dendum.

Darphin grins at Elronae.

Dendum says, "Between the two of them can open something."

Dwi heartily says, "Jus sayin."

Perigourd says, speaking to ELLEREL, "I suppose breaking a door down is too noisy."

Sorlu says, "Let us put it to good use this eve."

Elronae grins at Queatus.

Queatus fiddles with the top of the black ko'nag case, causing the metal plates to open.

Perigourd nods slowly.

Sorlu nods at Perigourd.

Dendum says, "Or Guts can just melt the lock."

Dwi mutters something about pick-a-new-one.

Dendum says, "Hear he is good at that."

Falvicar says, "Or burning it..."

Gutstorm exclaims, speaking drunkenly to Dendum, "One time!!"

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Dwi, "At least we can bury him proper then."

Gutstorm just nudged Dendum.

Dendum laughs at Gutstorm!

Dwi exclaims, speaking heartily to Olgretien, "Oh!"

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Gutstorm begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Dwi grunts at Olgretien happily, grinning.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Gutstorm.

Sorlu slides a mithril-edged vultite buckler inset with thick steel knobs off his shoulder, gripping it in one hand.

Suddenly the plates at the top of Queatus's black ko'nag case snap shut with a loud *CLICK*!

Randsford says, "Do not engage the citizens of Sablecross. Focus on why we are there and avoid distractions."

Randsford nods firmly.

Missoni whispers aloud, speaking to Gutstorm, "It only takes one time."

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Olgretien, "Dis why ye gits da big pay."

Gutstorm grunts at Missoni in agreement.

A faint white aura flickers around you.

Queatus fiddles with the top of the black ko'nag case, causing the metal plates to open.

Queatus removes a braided silver keyring from in his black ko'nag case.

Lilanna nods at Randsford.

Queatus detaches a vaalin-tipped antler tine from a braided silver keyring.

Olgretien begins chuckling at Dwi!

Queatus put a braided silver keyring in his black ko'nag case.

Lilanna asks, "Is everyone ready?"

Lithyia nods at Lilanna.

Queatus sweeps his hair up with deft fingers and arranges it into a new look, securing his styled tresses with a vaalin-tipped antler tine.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Darphin asks, speaking to Lilanna, "Do you know where youre going?"

ELLEREL begins chanting quietly over the knife in his hands.  Something almost imperceptible passes between it and the ring that he holds.  His shadow seems to stretch and strain, far outsizing his body and taking on a hideous cast.

Aliashyrah nods slightly at Sorlu.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Missoni, "Me heart in da right place...."

>look

[Clovertooth, Auditorium - 29536] (u4043075)

Raw cedar timbers perfume the air, comprising the walls of the expansive hall. Living evergreen boughs contrast frame the southern entrance, brightly illuminated by faceted glimaerstone orbs set high into the ceiling. The light scatters over a few dozen rows of comfortably padded seats and rugs covering parts of the polished floor. A central aisle delineated by a quartet of braziers leads toward an expansive cedar and pine stage framed by silver-trimmed blue curtains. You also see the Geijon disk, the Sorlu disk, the glossy pink Lilanna disk shaped like a jellyfish, the Dwi disk, the Falvicar disk, the Opalina disk and the Wolfloner disk.

Also here: ELLEREL, Chamorr, Lilanna, Elronae, Dwi, Urchin Gutstorm, Queatus, Jehance, Lady Aliashyrah, Lord Sorlu, Draelor, Sir Geijon, Lord Randsford, Dendum, Concierge Darphin, Olgretien, Bathcwyn Missoni, Perigourd, Chronicler Falvicar, Lithyia, Wolfloner

Obvious exits: south

Queatus removes a vaalin-tipped antler tine, quickly returning his hair to its former style.

Darphin winks at Lilanna.

Jehance draws his golvern lance in the blessed name of the gods! The lance traces an arc of bright light in its wake. A low rumble fills the air for a moment.

Dendum joins Lilanna's group.

Queatus babbles something unintelligible.

Missoni says, speaking soothingly to Gutstorm, "I know."

Lilanna recites:

   "Stealth,  keep your jabber to a minimum"

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Dwi, "I hope wut I get paid does not measur me worth..."

Missoni pats Gutstorm.

Gutstorm removes a gleaming ruby-hilted alfange etched with ancient dwarven runes from in his vruul skin sheath.

Suddenly the plates at the top of Queatus's black ko'nag case snap shut with a loud *CLICK*!

Perigourd draws a sephwir-handled Selanthian bastard sword engraved with runes of nature from his faewood scabbard. The sword traces an arc of vibrant forest green radiance in its wake. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds fills the air for a moment. A ripple of honey amber light shimmers over the surface of the sword as a faint huff vibrates through it.

Olgretien winks at Dwi.

Elronae grins at Queatus.

Queatus carefully inspects his antler tine.

Dendum makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Sorlu nods at Aliashyrah.

Dendum gestures.

Only faintly visible, blue-violet filaments spiral inward from the local surroundings toward Dendum and weave a web of protection about him.

Gutstorm summons a torrent of spiritual and elemental mana and releases upon himself a flurry of abjurations.

Missoni glances appraisingly at ELLEREL.

Dwi heartily says, "He thinks his heart's inna his loincloth."

Chamorr concentrates deeply for a moment.

Darphin removes a sigil-inlaid dark faewood walking stick from in his black leather jacket. At his touch, a number of sigils worked into its grain take on a faint luminescence.

Dwi glances at Missoni.

Wolfloner says, "It is a rescue mission. Not an invasion."

ELLEREL put an ancient rolaren knife with a carved horsebone hilt in his wool doublet.

Dwi grunts at Gutstorm in annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Missoni glances skeptically at the Geijon disk.

Lilanna nods at Wolfloner.

Gutstorm grunts noncommittally and shrugs his shoulders.

Missoni glances skeptically at Dwi.

Randsford nods slowly at Wolfloner.

Geijon waves at the Geijon disk in a dismissing gesture.

The Geijon disk disintegrates.

Olgretien asks, speaking deeply to ELLEREL, "Are we travlin' frome ere first?"

Darphin says, speaking to ELLEREL, "You may want to get that runestaff i gave you out, we dont know if its will be safe here either."

Wolfloner waves at the Sorlu disk in a dismissing gesture.

Randsford says, "Spare your blades for their oncoming army. We focus on our task tonight."

Wolfloner waves at the Wolfloner disk in a dismissing gesture.

The Wolfloner disk disintegrates.

Queatus attaches a vaalin-tipped antler tine to a vaalin-laced keyring.

ELLEREL says, speaking to Darphin, "I can manage myself."

Lilanna waves at the glossy pink Lilanna disk shaped like a jellyfish in a dismissing gesture.

The glossy pink Lilanna disk shaped like a jellyfish disintegrates.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Missoni, "If'n ye think he thinks it's where it belongs...yer mistookin."

Dwi grunts noncommittally and shrugs her shoulders.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni makes a complex gesture.

A dim celadon wisp flares briefly about each of Missoni's hands, trailing soft pulses of residual light as they move.

Elronae summons a torrent of spiritual and elemental mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Darphin, "It shafe here, me tried to punch Chamorr and sumpin compelt me from doin sho."

Wolfloner adjusts Jehance's vultite full plate to cushion his movements.

Elronae chants in an arcane language which causes her skin to turn shadowy for a brief moment.

Gutstorm knowingly grunts.

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Darphin says, speaking to ELLEREL, "I've little doubt."

Queatus just went south.

ELLEREL says, "Do not rush headlong into failure, I warn you."

Queatus just arrived.

Dendum rubs his feather-shaped charm.

Oddly enough, Dendum seems somewhat more buoyant.

Dwi cackles!

Missoni says, speaking to Dwi, "The 'right place' could mean myrid things. I am open to interpretation."

Queatus joins Lilanna's group.

Deep blue motes swirl away from Draelor and fade.

You absent-mindedly drop a rough fiery copper drawing into your elesine sack.

Lilanna nods at ELLEREL.

Dwi heartily exclaims, "Dat's da best way to fail!"

Dendum asks, speaking to Lithyia, "Trap?"

Sorlu put a dwarven slaughtering axe in his weapon harness.

Gutstorm moves into a defensive stance, ready to fend off an attack.

Sorlu waves at the Sorlu disk in a dismissing gesture.

The Sorlu disk disintegrates.

Lithyia nods at Dendum.

Lithyia says, "Always."

The air around ELLEREL's ring warps strangely, making it seem only partially in this world.

Dendum nods.

Lithyia smirks at Dendum.

Sorlu removes a dwarven slaughtering axe from in his weapon harness.

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Lilanna, "Besides, disks er creepy."

ELLEREL carefully places a black eahnor ring on the floor.

Lilanna grins at Olgretien.

Lithyia slowly empties her lungs.

Elronae glances around the room.

Missoni tilts her head down.

Lilanna says, "More room for loot."

Missoni spins her urglaes thumb-ring and adopts a grim look of empowerment.

(Gutstorm mimics ELLEREL's motions in hopes of learning new mystical secrets.)

ELLEREL says, "Careful."

Dendum says, "Hope not supposed to fit in that ring...Chamorr is never going to make it."

Dwi rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Lithyia nods at ELLEREL.

Missoni rubs her glass nightshade.

A brilliant, rapidly shifting aura swirls around Missoni.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Dendum!

The mirror images surrounding Lilanna undulate and grow stronger.

Lilanna renews her songs.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Missoni, "Yer also open to made up words."

You quietly whisper to Falvicar, "I’m not feeling very good about this."

Dwi grunts noncommittally and shrugs her shoulders.

Darphin says, speaking to Dendum, "Depends on the type of ring it is."

Chamorr glances at Dendum.

Dwi mutters something about mirror-ad.

A shimmering aura surrounds Jehance.

A faint blue glow surrounds Jehance's hands.

ELLEREL says, "Its essence is bound very closely to that of the Mayor's, now. A single touch and you might be transported away."

Jehance traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Jehance gestures.

Granules of cobalt light coalesce and dance around Jehance before seeping into his very form.

Jehance traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Jehance gestures.

Jehance utters a pious prayer and is suddenly surrounded by a grey luminescence.

Olgretien touches a black eahnor ring.

Dendum touches a black eahnor ring.

Dendum smirks.

ELLEREL glances at Olgretien.

You roll your eyes.

Wolfloner touches a black eahnor ring.

>look

[Clovertooth, Auditorium - 29536] (u4043075)

Raw cedar timbers perfume the air, comprising the walls of the expansive hall. Living evergreen boughs contrast frame the southern entrance, brightly illuminated by faceted glimaerstone orbs set high into the ceiling. The light scatters over a few dozen rows of comfortably padded seats and rugs covering parts of the polished floor. A central aisle delineated by a quartet of braziers leads toward an expansive cedar and pine stage framed by silver-trimmed blue curtains. You also see a black eahnor ring, the Dwi disk, the Falvicar disk and the Opalina disk.

Also here: Queatus, ELLEREL, Chamorr, Lilanna, Elronae, Dwi, Urchin Gutstorm, Jehance, Lady Aliashyrah, Lord Sorlu, Draelor, Sir Geijon, Lord Randsford, Dendum, Concierge Darphin, Olgretien, Bathcwyn Missoni, Perigourd, Chronicler Falvicar, Lithyia, Wolfloner

Obvious exits: south

Chamorr concentrates deeply for a moment.

Randsford squints at a black eahnor ring.

ELLEREL says, "I said *might*."

Lithyia snickers.

Olgretien rubs his enruned gold ring.

Lithyia gazes heavenward.

Dendum spins his urglaes thumb-ring and adopts a grim look of empowerment.

Chamorr heartily says, "What are we doin."

Olgretien rubs a black eahnor ring.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Transtorpation magic scare me, one time me hopt inta Missoni portal and me went kaplooey."

Sorlu glances appraisingly at ELLEREL.

Missoni removes an opaque glass amulet from in her alligator skin case.

Gutstorm fidgets.

Dendum says, speaking to Chamorr, "We are going in ring to rescue mayor."

Elronae says, speaking to Chamorr, "Touching rings apparently."

Olgretien stares at a black eahnor ring.

Lilanna asks, "Everyone is joined that is coming?"

You quietly say, "It was a test."

Darphin says, speaking to Chamorr, "Conga line in Sablecross."

Dwi asks, speaking heartily to ELLEREL, "But ye defnite said we rushin in...rite?"

Missoni put an opaque glass amulet in her alligator skin case.

Geijon nods at Lilanna.

You hear a rhythmic *click-click-click* sound but can't tell which direction it's coming from.

Perigourd stows his bastard sword in his faewood scabbard with a flash of vibrant forest green radiance. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds lingers briefly in the air. A brief shimmer of honey amber light erupts from inside the scabbard along with a muffled huff.

Missoni removes a beaded silk neckpouch from her neck.

Perigourd removes a steel-framed black glass pendant from in his green leather cloak.

Missoni put a beaded silk neckpouch in her velvet bustle.

Perigourd offers Jehance a steel-framed black glass pendant.

Missoni removes an opaque glass amulet from in her alligator skin case.

Missoni hangs an opaque glass amulet around her neck.

Olgretien concentrates deeply for a moment.

Olgretien's entire body tenses as he tightens his grip on his black mithril claidhmore.

Missoni nods slightly at Lilanna.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Dendum, "Imma keep me eyes closed."

Darphin touches a black eahnor ring.

Chamorr touches a black eahnor ring.

Dwi smirks at Dendum.

>look ring

You see nothing unusual.

Lilanna turns to face ELLEREL.

Dendum abruptly kicks at a black eahnor ring!

>look ELLEREL

You see ELLEREL Barrowfoot the Warlock.

He appears to be a Paradis Halfling.

He is short but substantial. He appears to be middle-aged. He has heavy-lidded coal black eyes and light skin. He has thinning, swept-back dark grey hair with wings of white at the temples. He has a lined face, a pinched nose and an unimpressive chin.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a deep green silk cravat secured by a gold and lapis pin, a midnight blue wool doublet with golden pentagonal buttons, a gold-chased urglaes signet, some blue-black wool trousers, and a pair of dark leather boots.

Gutstorm says, speaking drunkenly to Dwi, "And den, dat time me shtuck me hand in dat void in Darkstone, dat not end well."

Dwi reaches for her dwarven waraxe and it nearly springs into her hand.

Dwi slings an ornate golvern greatshield off from over her shoulder.

Dwi waves her dwarven waraxe in a sweeping arc through the air, a thick viscous mist rolling off the blade and churning in its wake. She abruptly sweeps the weapon back through the turbulent darkness, causing the mist to scatter without a trace.

Lilanna shifts her weight.

Dwi barks wildly at Gutstorm!

Dendum abruptly punches at a black eahnor ring!

With a menacing look, Dendum pulls his hand back as if to give a black eahnor ring a firm slap. He then blinks and lowers his hand with an embarrassed look on his face.

Perigourd put a steel-framed black glass pendant in his green leather cloak.

Missoni gazes in amusement at Gutstorm.

Lilanna touches a black eahnor ring.

Lithyia nods at Wolfloner.

Draelor says, speaking to Dendum, "You may not be good at this."

Lithyia grins at Wolfloner.

Darphin says, speaking to Dendum, "Perhaps dont destory the means of reaching the mayor."

Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "We all need a black ring?"

Dendum says, speaking to Draelor, ""Do not believe this failure is Dendum's."

Darphin says, "Well, for yall reaching the mayor. i can get there eaisly."

Dendum abruptly kicks at a black eahnor ring!

ELLEREL glances at Dendum.

Dwi glances at a black eahnor ring.

Missoni whispers aloud, speaking to Gutstorm, "No, the single ring should help us all find passage."

Dendum touches a black eahnor ring.

Dwi grunts at the ring possessively, glaring at the same time!

Gutstorm rubs his orb trinket.

Gutstorm suddenly disappears.

Jehance removes a small speckled white potion from in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Dendum taps a black eahnor ring.

Olgretien chuckles.

Jehance sniffs at his speckled white potion.

Sorlu says, "Do show that ring some respect. It has been of great value to me, and us."

Lilanna glances around the room.

Sorlu frowns.

Jehance traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Jehance gestures at a small speckled white potion.

Silvery tendrils rise up and wreathe their way around Jehance's speckled white potion. As they continue to swirl, you notice some of the potion's blemishes completely disappear.

Dendum gives a skeptical look at a black eahnor ring while placing his hands on his hips.

Chamorr heartily says, "Are we there yet."

Jehance takes a drink from his speckled white potion.

Jehance suddenly disappears.

Lithyia glances at Sorlu.

Olgretien taps a black eahnor ring.

Dwi grunts at Chamorr happily, grinning.

Wolfloner touches a black eahnor ring.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Sorlu.

Chamorr concentrates deeply for a moment.

Dendum says, "Perhaps..."

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Chamorr, "Yep...nite nite."

Dendum says, "And just let Dendum finish."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Kin ye shee me?"

Lithyia says, "No."

Lilanna rubs a black eahnor ring.

Dendum says, "Perhaps we put ring in Lava Tube."

Perigourd draws a sephwir-handled Selanthian bastard sword engraved with runes of nature from his faewood scabbard. The sword traces an arc of vibrant forest green radiance in its wake. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds fills the air for a moment. A ripple of honey amber light shimmers over the surface of the sword as a faint huff vibrates through it.

Olgretien turns to face a black eahnor ring.

Lithyia snickers.

Dendum says, "That is all."

Lilanna says, "Perhaps we put dendum in lava tube."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Didja feel far?"

Lilanna says, "Will be muc quieter."

Olgretien begins chuckling at Dendum!

Lithyia glances at ELLEREL.

ELLEREL says, speaking to Dendum, "Perhaps when you exhibit patience, I will complete what I was saying."

Randsford says, speaking to Lilanna, "It would spit him out."

Randsford glances at Dendum.

Olgretien turns an inquisitive ear toward ELLEREL.

Lilanna grins at Randsford.

Wolfloner turns an inquisitive ear toward ELLEREL.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Gnome and patience, it not really a thing."

Falvicar nods in agreement at ELLEREL.

Lilanna folds her hands behind her back.

Perigourd sets the point of his bastard sword into the ground at his feet and casually leans on it.

Wolfloner says, "Roelon is about."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Roelon will git ush losht cetainly."

Olgretien asks, speaking deeply to ELLEREL, "Ya was sayin'?"

Missoni rummages through a black alligator skin case with a polished pear wood clasp and removes an embossed ovaline scroll tinted in vivid jewel tones from in it.

Missoni raises her ovaline scroll and gestures.

Sparks begin to fly between the ovaline scroll and Missoni's fingers.

With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sparks jump into Missoni's hand and she seems to glow with power.

Missoni put an embossed ovaline scroll tinted in vivid jewel tones in her alligator skin case.

Missoni gestures.

Missoni looks considerably more imposing.

Randsford squints.

Sorlu chuckles.

Missoni concentrates, focusing on her lamellar corselet. Tendrils of prismatic energy pulse outward from its core.

Randsford says, "The kilt stirs..."

Falvicar says, "He'll not get us kilt."

You hear very soft footsteps.

Dwi blinks at Randsford.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Am not like da way he flip him kilt either."

Falvicar nods.

Perigourd glances over his shoulder.

Dwi grunts bashfully, averting her eyes.

You hear a "Woosh!" of breath.

Falvicar breaks out in a silly grin.

Dendum bows.

ELLEREL says, "Once you have managed to collect Mayor Dabbings--assuming that you have managed to collect him--I will try to recall you."

Roelon suddenly fades into view.

Lithyia nods at ELLEREL.

Falvicar nods at ELLEREL.

Sorlu flashes a wide grin at Roelon.

Missoni nods appreciatively at ELLEREL.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Uh oh."

Aliashyrah nods at ELLEREL.

Perigourd asks, speaking to ELLEREL, "Will we need to relay a signal?"

Queatus nods.

Randsford squints at Roelon.

Chamorr heartily asks, "Try?"

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Roelon with a short, courteous bow.

Darphin nods at ELLEREL.

Perigourd asks, "Or will you feel his presence with ours?"

(Roelon looks tiredly at everyone.)

Dwi asks, speaking heartily to ELLEREL, "As in remmemer?"

Roelon rubs his eyes.

Roelon frowns at Randsford.

Perigourd turns toward Roelon and renders a sharp salute with his bastard sword.

Olgretien pokes Dwi in the ribs.

Sorlu says, speaking to Roelon, "Good evening, Councillor. Right on time to be a hero."

You hug Roelon, and he wraps you in a warm embrace in return.

Aliashyrah greets, speaking to Roelon, "It is good to see you, Councillor."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Move over Raelee, dat me foot."

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Perigourd, "Yer all bout to be fergotin."

Dwi smirks.

Lilanna nods to Roelon in greeting.

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Dwi, "No, as in bring us back."

Falvicar nods to Roelon in greeting.

Randsford shrugs at Roelon.

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to Randsford, "How many days?"

Dwi exclaims, speaking heartily to Olgretien, "Oh!"

Dendum slowly says, "Guts...DO NOT KILL EVERYTHING."

Perigourd says, speaking to Dwi, "I've been there before."

Dwi chuckles to herself.

Darphin asks, speaking to ELLEREL, "Is there a way we should signal you?"

Perigourd nods at Dwi.

Randsford says, speaking to Roelon, "Too many."

Randsford looks over at Roelon and shakes his head.

Falvicar whispers something to Roelon.

Roelon asks, speaking deeply to Falvicar, "How long hae ah been stuck in the dream?"

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Me got me hand in me pantsh, me aint doin noffin bad."

Falvicar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Dendum adds, "And do not BURN everything."

Falvicar says, speaking to Roelon, "Too long."

Roelon rubs his eyes.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Perigourd, "Nebermind...it's one dem tahoo meanin words."

Dwi grunts noncommittally and shrugs her shoulders.

Roelon slowly empties his lungs.

Lilanna raises an eyebrow in ELLEREL's direction.

Roelon summons a torrent of spiritual mana and releases upon himself a flurry of abjurations.

Olgretien nods at Dwi.

Perigourd nods at Dwi.

ELLEREL asks, "Are you all joined together?"

Falvicar joins Roelon's group.

Lilanna nods.

Missoni nods once.

Roelon looks over at Falvicar and shakes his head.

Aliashyrah points at Lilanna.

Dendum points at Lilanna.

Olgretien deeply says, "Join Lilanna."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Me nodded at yoo, not sure yoo saw me, ELLEREL."

Perigourd says, "I'd form on Lilanna at the moment."

Olgretien deeply says, "Join Lilanna."

Falvicar joins Lilanna's group.

Roelon deeply says, "Who do ah join? If this is nae ah dream."

You join Lilanna.

Roelon joins Lilanna's group.

Lilanna nods.

Darphin says, speaking to ELLEREL, "I believe they have gathered."

Teleported to Sablecross, The Bastion

Lilanna touches a black eahnor ring and flames engulf her before quickly spreading to you!  As the flames die away, you and your compatriots stand, unharmed, in changed surroundings.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling.

Also here: Wolfloner, Lithyia, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Dendum, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance who is invisible, Urchin Gutstorm who is invisible, Elronae, Chamorr, Magister Raelee who is invisible, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

There is a metallic glint from the shadows.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

You notice your companion Perigourd slip away into hiding.

You notice your companion Lithyia slip away into hiding.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Woah."

Randsford says, speaking to Roelon, "If this a dream then we walk into the nightmare..."

Wolfloner says, speaking to Roelon, "It is a rescue mission. Not an invasion."

Draelor makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Draelor gestures.

Draelor blends into invisibility among the surroundings.

Darphin gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Sorlu reaches into the bloodjewel-fastened pocket of his obsidian waistcoat, tugging lightly at the thin silver chain attached to the garment before briefly revealing the detailed jade Ivas cameo attached to the end. He glances at it for only a moment before returning it to its fabric confines.

The voice of Lithyia says, "Very good."

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures.

Missoni appears to be keenly aware of her surroundings.

The voice of Perigourd says, "Looks like a trap."

Dendum exclaims, "Guts...do NOT knock off leg!"

Lilanna says, "Shh."

Ribbons of bluish-green light burn into existence and swirl around Falvicar's hand before quickly forming into a silver-edged somnis katana.

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

The air around you sparkles briefly.

Someone sings of Kai's many triumphs, lifting your spirits.

The mirror images surrounding Lilanna undulate and grow stronger.

Lilanna renews her songs.

[ Kai's Triumph Song: +0:07:38, 0:07:38 remaining. ]

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Sassin?"

The voice of Lithyia says, "Let us begin."

Aliashyrah removes a sanguine tentacle-graced crosier covered in crystallized jade-tinted black suckers from in her obsidian satin robe.

A pallid skin-bound grimoire flies in looking for its owner.

Missoni searches around for a moment.

Lilanna whispers to the group, "We're here."

Chamorr concentrates deeply for a moment.

Roelon deeply says, "Then it is both."

Roelon equips a perfect black dragon-guised waraxe inlaid with shadowy wraithline hanging from one of the repurposed leather garter straps on his alloy weapons bandolier.

With a swift shrug of his shoulder, Roelon slings a dark orase knight's shield with a balenite tiger umbo off from a tangled mass of oily fishing nets on the back of his alloy weapons bandolier.

Missoni frowns.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Opalina disk and the Falvicar disk.

Also here: Lilanna, Wolfloner who is hiding, Lithyia who is hiding, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd who is hiding, Bathcwyn Missoni, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Dendum, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Draelor who is hiding, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance who is invisible, Urchin Gutstorm who is invisible, Elronae, Chamorr, Magister Raelee who is invisible, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

There is a metallic glint from the shadows.

Roelon deeply says, "Dream or nae."

Dendum searches around for a moment.

Raelee suddenly fades into view.

Dendum searches around for a moment.

Darphin touches one finger to his lips.

A look of shock crosses Lilanna's face as she triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 187 (Open d100: 84)]

Lines of energy slice at Lilanna!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Precision strike cuts cleanly across upper arm, causing forearm and elbow to fall to ground.

  She is stunned!

[SMR result: 128 (Open d100: 64)]

Lines of energy slice at you!

  ... 9 points of damage!

  Wide segment of skin disappears from chest.

[SMR result: 159 (Open d100: 94)]

Wolfloner is driven from hiding! Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Ocular fluid streaks Wolfloner's cheek as right eye is reduced to a red, hollow socket!

  He is stunned!

[SMR result: 127 (Open d100: 52)]

Lithyia is driven from hiding! Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Blast creates interesting designs on torso, but little damage.

[SMR result: 99 (Open d100: 29)]

Falvicar manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

The voice of Perigourd asks, "Anyone see that glint of metal?"

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures at Lilanna.

The glazed look leaves Lilanna.

The air stirs around you for a moment.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah will treat it the same."

There is a metallic glint from the shadows.

Queatus says, "Good leadin boss."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Oh, me not aimin at ya Dendum, ye tole me to aim at Darphin."

Raelee's hands fade to complete transparency as she intones a spell...

Raelee gestures.

Raelee suddenly disappears.

The voice of Perigourd says, "Or.."

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Dendum gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum gestures.

A sudden burst of bright light emanates from Dendum's hand!

Wolfloner is revealed from hiding!

Perigourd is revealed from hiding!

Draelor is revealed from hiding!

Wolfloner looks around for a moment before sighing disappointedly.

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

Randsford gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Missoni rubs her glass amulet.

Missoni suddenly disappears.

Lilanna changes her tune, adding a new element to her song...

Lilanna skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.

A sense of peace and calm settles over the area.

Randsford gestures at Wolfloner.

The glazed look leaves Wolfloner.

You notice your companion Lithyia slip away into hiding.

You notice your companion Dendum slip away into hiding.

Queatus says, "We made good time."

Randsford snorts!

>search

You search around carefully and reveal a round steel cylinder!

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Falvicar searches around for a moment.

Falvicar searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Opalina disk, the Falvicar disk and a round steel cylinder.

Also here: Lilanna, Wolfloner, Lithyia who is hiding, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni who is invisible, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Dendum who is hiding, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Elronae, Chamorr, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

A round steel cylinder glints dangerously, nearly concealed by the shadows.

Roelon hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You take a few steps toward a round steel cylinder.

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Olgretien searches around for a moment.

Olgretien searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

A cascade of prismatic glitter momentarily shimmers to life.

Perigourd says, "There's a cylinder buried in the ground."

Draelor searches around for a moment.

Draelor searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

Sorlu put a dwarven slaughtering axe in his dark hematite overcoat.

Lilanna says, "Well.."

Roelon narrows his eyes.

Dwi appears in a roar of crimson flames.

Sorlu nods.

You turn to face a round steel cylinder.

Roelon searches around for a moment.

Roelon searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

Olgretien turns to face a round steel cylinder.

Lilanna asks, "We dont have an empath do we?"

Elronae searches around for a moment.

Elronae searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

The voice of Dendum says, "Err disarm it."

Lilanna starts chortling.

Roelon points at a round steel cylinder.

The steel cylinder is a smooth, featureless cylinder.  The air around it warps with power and is tinged a sallow grey hue.

You hear someone uttering a light chant...

Geijon glances sternly around the room.

Dwi joins Lilanna's group.

Lilanna searches around for a moment.

Lilanna searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

Dendum comes out of hiding.

Perigourd says, "Indeed, someone ought to disarm it if they can."

Roelon searches around for a moment.

Dwi grunts happily, grinning.

The voice of Missoni says, "Someone disarm the cylinder, please."

Olgretien blinks in surprise, as though just becoming aware of a round steel cylinder's presence.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

The voice of Missoni says, "Or drop the sanctuary."

Sorlu deftly slings a mithril-edged vultite buckler inset with thick steel knobs over his shoulder in one graceful movement.

Wolfloner comes out of hiding.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

The sense of peace and security begins to wane from the area.

With great skill, Lilanna removes one of the chords from her harmony while maintaining the symmetry of those that remain.

A cascade of prismatic glitter momentarily shimmers to life.

Wolfloner retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent pothinir from within his neutral-toned pouch.

Wolfloner takes a drink from his tincture of pothinir.

Wolfloner's right eye looks better.

Sorlu squints.

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 108 (Open d100: 31)]

Lines of energy slice at Dwi!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Unpleasant wound to right arm!

[SMR result: 137 (Open d100: 27, Bonus: 7)]

Lines of energy slice at Lilanna!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Groove etched into skin of chest and quickly fills with blood. 

  She is stunned!

[SMR result: 76 (Open d100: 11)]

You manage to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 221 (Open d100: 146, Bonus: 10)]

Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Right leg violently separates from hip socket and dematerializes into bloody mass.

Wolfloner screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled right leg!

  He is stunned!

[SMR result: 110 (Open d100: 35)]

Lithyia is driven from hiding! Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 4 points of damage!

  Surface of right leg etched to little effect.

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Lilanna appears to struggle against her incapacitation.

Aliashyrah gestures at Lilanna.

The glazed look leaves Lilanna.

Randsford gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Randsford gestures at Lilanna.

Nothing happens.

The sense of peace and security passes away from the area.

Dwi heartily says, "Oops."

Lithyia says, "Gah."

Darphin gestures at a round steel cylinder.

Darphin focuses his spell in an attempt to disarm a round steel cylinder.

Darphin threads mana through the steel cylinder, but something goes wrong. A beam of sallow grey energy lances out toward him!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Long, wide strip eliminated from chest, giving blood a much-needed vacation.

  He is stunned!

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

Dendum gestures at a round steel cylinder.

Dendum focuses his spell in an attempt to disarm a round steel cylinder.

Dendum threads mana through the steel cylinder, but something goes wrong. A beam of sallow grey energy lances out toward him!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Scattered vaporization leaves back covered with bleeding wounds.

  He is stunned!

Missoni suddenly fades into view.

Missoni gestures at a round steel cylinder.

Missoni focuses her spell in an attempt to disarm a round steel cylinder.

Missoni threads mana through the steel cylinder, but something goes wrong. A beam of sallow grey energy lances out toward her!

  ... 2 points of damage!

  Chunks of muscle removed from neck!

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures at Wolfloner.

The glazed look leaves Wolfloner.

Randsford gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Randsford gestures at Wolfloner.

Nothing happens.

A round steel cylinder glints dangerously, nearly concealed by the shadows.

Translucent streams of mana cascade across Lilanna's form as she lets loose with a rallying cry!

Darphin's muscles twitch slightly in response to the sound, but he remains stunned.

Dendum's muscles twitch slightly in response to the sound, but he remains stunned.

A look of shock crosses Lilanna's face as she triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 83 (Open d100: 6)]

Dwi manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 158 (Open d100: 46, Bonus: 10)]

Lines of energy slice at Lilanna!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Hunks of muscle and bone disappear from right leg!

  She is stunned!

[SMR result: 105 (Open d100: 41)]

Lines of energy slice at you!

  ... 2 points of damage!

  Eyebrow and eyelashes of right eye melted off.

  Trendy!

All of a sudden, Wolfloner rolls hard to his side, and then leaps to his feet!

[SMR result: 114 (Open d100: 24, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Chunks of muscle removed from neck!

  He is stunned!

[SMR result: 159 (Open d100: 84, Bonus: 1)]

Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Groove etched into skin of chest and quickly fills with blood. 

  She is stunned!

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

Sorlu searches around for a moment.

Sorlu searches around carefully and reveals a round steel cylinder!

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Randsford gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Aliashyrah gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Aliashyrah's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

Lilanna appears to struggle against her incapacitation.

Randsford gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Randsford's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Well Wolfloner and Queatus not here fer dem good look, right?"

Randsford grumbles.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Randsford gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Sorlu points at a round steel cylinder.

Missoni gestures.

Missoni becomes calm and focused.

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 128 (Open d100: 51)]

Lines of energy slice at Dwi!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Strips of flesh disappear from Dwi's back.

[SMR result: 180 (Open d100: 20, Bonus: 57)]

Lines of energy slice at Lilanna!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Deep hole created in back, narrowly missing spinal cord!

[SMR result: 97 (Open d100: 32)]

You manage to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 114 (Open d100: 24, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Strips of flesh disappear from Wolfloner's back.

[SMR result: 126 (Open d100: 49, Bonus: 2)]

Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Attack removes flesh from surface of right leg, causing trickles of blood to leak out.

Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.

Aliashyrah gestures at Dendum.

The glazed look leaves Dendum.

Randsford gestures at Dendum.

Nothing happens.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Queatus removes a well-worn serrated-edged waraxe from in his black leather baldric.

With a swift shrug of his shoulder, Queatus slings a battle-scarred targe layered with pitch black iron boar hide off from some salt-stained netting on the back of his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Missoni gestures at a round steel cylinder.

Missoni focuses her spell in an attempt to disarm a round steel cylinder.

Missoni threads mana through the steel cylinder, but something goes wrong. A beam of sallow grey energy lances out toward her!

  ... 4 points of damage!

  Small patches of right forearm disappear into red mist.

You notice your companion Dendum slip away into hiding.

You are now in a defensive stance.

Translucent streams of mana cascade across Lilanna's form as she lets loose with a rallying cry!

Lilanna breaks free from her senseless daze!

You notice your companion Queatus slip away into hiding.

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 162 (Open d100: 85)]

Lines of energy slice at Dwi!

  ... 4 points of damage!

  Small patches of left forearm disappear into red mist.

[SMR result: 150 (Open d100: 22, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Lilanna!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Long, wide strip eliminated from chest, giving blood a much-needed vacation.

  She is stunned!

[SMR result: 133 (Open d100: 71)]

Lines of energy slice at you!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Surface of left leg etched to little effect.

[SMR result: 103 (Open d100: 13, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Small patches of left forearm disappear into red mist.

[SMR result: 173 (Open d100: 87, Bonus: 11)]

Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Unlucky strike removes muscles from abdomen, but misses vital organs.

  She is stunned!

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Sorlu gestures at Lilanna.

The glazed look leaves Lilanna.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Randsford gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Randsford gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Randsford's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

Aliashyrah gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Aliashyrah's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

Queatus leaps from hiding to attack!

Queatus lunges forth and ambushes an unsuspecting steel cylinder mercilessly but to little effect.

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 122 (Open d100: 45, Bonus: 1)]

Lines of energy slice at Dwi!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Poor strike removes hair from head, but little else.

[SMR result: 187 (Open d100: 59, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Lilanna!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Strike to left forearm strips away skin, exposing bleached bone and useless tendons!

* Lilanna drops dead at your feet!

Lilanna seems less resolute.

Lilanna seems slightly different.

Lilanna seems hesitant.

Lilanna's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.

The blue-violet web of protection surrounding Lilanna falls away, unraveling as it fades.

Lilanna appears to lose some internal strength.

Lilanna returns to normal color.

Lilanna becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.

The air about Lilanna stops shimmering.

A series of blue-green lines suddenly appears on Lilanna's face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

The deep blue glow leaves Lilanna.

The misty halo fades from Lilanna.

The silvery luminescence fades from around Lilanna.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Lilanna.

The bright luminescence fades from around Lilanna.

The light blue glow leaves Lilanna.

Lilanna seems to lose some dexterity.

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Lilanna suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.

Lilanna seems a bit less imposing.

Lilanna becomes solid again.

A silver light faintly flickers around Lilanna, then fades.

[SMR result: 116 (Open d100: 55)]

Lines of energy slice at you!

  ... 2 points of damage!

  Unpleasant wound to right arm!

[SMR result: 111 (Open d100: 21, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 12 points of damage!

  Wide segment of skin disappears from chest.

[SMR result: 182 (Open d100: 92, Bonus: 15)]

Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Raking blast eliminates portions of neck and head!

  She is stunned!

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 120 (Open d100: 50)]

Lines of energy slice at Falvicar!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  A small, but painful slice of neck vanishes!

[SMR result: 140 (Open d100: 82)]

Lines of energy slice at Perigourd!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Flesh painfully vaporized from side!

• • Branching filaments of power snap outward from Missoni's airy robes in a lambent prismatic corona! **

[SMR result: 64 (Open d100: 16, Penalty: 20)]

Missoni manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 154 (Open d100: 71)]

Lines of energy slice at Olgretien!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strike to cheek manages to remove the majority of Olgretien's jaw!

  He is stunned!

[SMR result: 0 (Open d100: 66, Bonus: 5)]

Darphin manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

A vivid white light briefly appears around the body of Lilanna.

A warm glow begins to emanate from Lilanna's body.

The voice of Dendum says, "It IS a trap."

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 169 (Open d100: 91, Bonus: 1)]

Lines of energy slice at Dwi!

  ... 9 points of damage!

  Portions of eye socket turned to fine powder!

  How irritating!

  She is stunned!

[SMR result: 150 (Open d100: 88, Bonus: 1)]

Lines of energy slice at you!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Flesh painfully vaporized from side!

[SMR result: 68 (Open d100: -21, Bonus: 25)]

Wolfloner manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 142 (Open d100: 14, Bonus: 53)]

Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Side of neck disintegrated, causing Lithyia's head to tilt left.

[SMR result: 129 (Open d100: 59)]

Lines of energy slice at Falvicar!

Limned in radiance, a translucent night black shield springs into being between Falvicar and his attacker to temper the blow!

  ... 4 points of damage!

  Large patches of skin removed from back, giving glimpses of musculature beneath!

You hear someone laugh.

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap. Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 107 (Open d100: 49)]

Lines of energy slice at Perigourd!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Unpleasant wound to right arm!

[SMR result: 0 (Open d100: 94, Bonus: 1)]

Missoni manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 225 (Open d100: 94, Bonus: 48)]

Lines of energy slice at Olgretien!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  With a flash of red spray, left hand disintegrates into nothing!

[SMR result: 0 (Open d100: 12, Bonus: 5)]

Darphin manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 91 (Open d100: 11, Bonus: 4)]

Dendum manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Sorlu gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Sorlu's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

Roelon deeply says, "Aye. It coud still be the nightmare."

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Randsford snorts!

Aliashyrah gestures at Olgretien.

The glazed look leaves Olgretien.

Perigourd surveys the circumstances before muttering a low Turamzzyrian imprecation.

Darphin gestures at a round steel cylinder.

Darphin focuses his spell in an attempt to disarm a round steel cylinder.

Darphin threads mana through the steel cylinder, but something goes wrong. A beam of sallow grey energy lances out toward him!

  ... 12 points of damage!

  Flesh removed, forming a long gash across abdomen!

Missoni rubs her glass amulet.

Missoni suddenly disappears.

Draelor makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Draelor gestures.

Draelor blends into invisibility among the surroundings.

Roelon deeply says, "Indeed."

A look of shock crosses Wolfloner's face as he triggers a concealed trap.  Lines of sallow grey energy crisscross the area, flaring into a savage mesh of slicing magic!

[SMR result: 165 (Open d100: 49, Bonus: 39)]

Lines of energy slice at Dwi!

  ... 4 points of damage!

  Large patches of skin removed from back, giving glimpses of musculature beneath!

[SMR result: 96 (Open d100: 33, Bonus: 2)]

You manage to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

[SMR result: 132 (Open d100: 42, Bonus: 25)]

Lines of energy slice at Wolfloner!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Chunks of muscle removed from neck!

  He is stunned!

[SMR result: 202 (Open d100: 71, Bonus: 56)]

Lines of energy slice at Lithyia!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Portions of musculature disappear, revealing bones beneath!

[SMR result: 76 (Open d100: 6, Bonus: 1)]

Falvicar manages to avoid the lines of disintegrative energy!

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

Chamorr heartily says, "Dang."

Queatus abruptly attacks a round steel cylinder!

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Sorlu gestures at Dwi.

The glazed look leaves Dwi.

Wolfloner stumbles about in a daze, trying to regain his balance.

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures at Wolfloner.

The glazed look leaves Wolfloner.

Dwi lets out a loud snarling growl and goes berserk!

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Roelon shakes his head.

Darphin gestures at a round steel cylinder.

Darphin focuses his spell in an attempt to disarm a round steel cylinder.

Beads of sweat forming on his brow as he concentrates, Darphin focuses on a round steel cylinder.  Deprived of the magics empowering it, the cylinder is consumed by rust and disintegrates into shavings.

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Wolfloner just went south.

Dwi spins around looking for something to attack!

Dwi lets out a blood curdling scream of frustration!

The berserker's rage leaves Dwi's eyes.

Sorlu gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Sorlu's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

The ghostly voice of Lilanna says, "Droping sanct was a bad idea."

Aliashyrah's fingers traverse down the chain of her necklace, the perfumed tendrils of smoke constricting across her body, engufling her. Aliashyrah's voice utters a single command, causing the haze to dissipate as her silhouette emerges from the curtain.

Aliashyrah gestures at Lithyia.

The magic of Aliashyrah's spell withers on contact, unraveling and dispersing without effect.

Falvicar frowns.

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Dwi whistles a jaunty tune and glances about the area.

You get the feeling that the trap will need to be disarmed before you can proceed.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Opalina disk and the Falvicar disk.

Also here: Dwi, the body of Lilanna who is lying down, Lithyia, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Elronae, Chamorr, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

Randsford traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Queatus put a well-worn serrated-edged waraxe in his black leather baldric.

Queatus slings his battle-scarred targe over his shoulder and onto some salt-stained netting on the back of his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Randsford traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Sorlu, "Can you disarm it?"

Lithyia says, "I need healing."

Lithyia says, "Badly."

Falvicar searches around for a moment.

Perigourd sighs.

A cascade of prismatic glitter momentarily shimmers to life.

Lithyia says, "Or i wont make it."

Perigourd stows his bastard sword in his faewood scabbard with a flash of vibrant forest green radiance. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds lingers briefly in the air. A brief shimmer of honey amber light erupts from inside the scabbard along with a muffled huff.

Roelon folds his arms over his chest.

Dwi heartily exclaims, "I gits da feelin der's a trap!"

Lithyia slings a zelnorn buckler over her shoulder, then adjusts it against her back.

Geijon searches around for a moment.

Dwi grunts happily, grinning.

Queatus searches around for a moment.

Randsford gestures at Lilanna.

Nothings happens.

The voice of Dendum says, "Get feeling it is disarmed."

Perigourd retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent acantha from within his leather kit.

Perigourd offers Lithyia a squat glass tincture of effervescent acantha.

Sorlu joins Lilanna's group.

Lithyia accepts Perigourd's tincture of acantha.

Perigourd retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent acantha from within his leather kit.

Perigourd offers Lithyia a squat glass tincture of effervescent acantha.

Lithyia takes a drink from her tincture of acantha.

Lithyia looks a little better.

The magic of Lithyia's spell falters as it takes hold on Lithyia, its energies diminished.

Darphin searches around for a moment.

A cascade of prismatic glitter momentarily shimmers to life.

The voice of Dendum says, "Think your feeling was old feeling."

Falvicar joins Lilanna's group.

Sorlu looks over at Aliashyrah and shakes his head.

Jehance fades into visibility.

Jehance move to Lithyia's side and carefully lays his sliver of sunstone upon Lithyia's abdomen. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Lithyia's skin.

Jehance lifts the sliver of sunstone from Lithyia's skin.

Lithyia's abdomen looks better.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent pothinir from within your bear hide pack.

You take a drink from your tincture of pothinir. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. Warmth blooms on your tongue and spreads throughout your whole mouth, the fiery blend of flavors giving way to a faintly metallic aftertaste.

Your chest feels better.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Roundtime changed to 2 seconds.

That was the last of it!

Queatus joins Lilanna's group.

Randsford joins Lilanna's group.

You notice that Darphin has disarmed the trap.

Roelon casually observes his surroundings.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent basal from within your bear hide pack.

Randsford traces a simple

Lifting first one foot and then another, Dwi slowly backpedals.

You take a drink from your tincture of basal. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught.

Your chest feels better.

Randsford gestures at Lilanna.

Nothings happens.

Jehance joins Lilanna's group.

Dendum comes out of hiding.

Dendum joins Lilanna's group.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent basal from within your bear hide pack.

You take a drink from your tincture of basal. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught.

Your right eye feels better.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent ambrominas from within your bear hide pack.

You take a drink from your tincture of ambrominas. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. A spicy commingling of cinnamon, ginger, and hot pepper sets your tastebuds alight.

Your right arm feels better.

Roelon searches around for a moment.

Elronae joins Lilanna's group.

Aliashyrah asks, speaking to Lilanna, "Shall I see if I can remind you how to breathe?"

Olgretien joins Lilanna's group.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent ambrominas from within your bear hide pack.

Perigourd tucks a squat glass tincture of effervescent acantha away within the tawny suede-lined depths of his leather kit.

Missoni suddenly fades into sight.

Missoni's neck looks better.

You take a drink from your tincture of ambrominas. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught.

Your left leg feels better.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A rawboned veteran duskblade's practiced eyes fix upon Perigourd as he seeks the shadows, interfering with his attempt at concealment.

Perigourd draws a sephwir-handled Selanthian bastard sword engraved with runes of nature from his faewood scabbard with a flash of vibrant forest green radiance. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds fills the air for a moment. A ripple of honey amber light shimmers over the surface of the sword as a faint huff vibrates through it.

Lithyia's spirits are no longer lifted.

The air stops shimmering around Lithyia.

Elronae removes a small veniom-bound armoire from in her blue chainsil cloak.

Missoni retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent ambrominas from within her illthorn kit.

Missoni takes a drink from her tincture of ambrominas.

Missoni's right arm looks better.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent wingstem from within your bear hide pack.

Lilanna gives a ghostly chuckle.

Elronae opens her veniom-bound armoire, then suddenly several articles of clothing fly out of the armoire and onto her.

You take a drink from your tincture of wingstem. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. A spicy commingling of cinnamon, ginger, and hot pepper sets your tastebuds alight.

Your chest feels better.

Missoni retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent haphip from within her illthorn kit.

Missoni takes a drink from her tincture of haphip.

Missoni's neck looks better.

Dwi joins Geijon's group.

A rawboned veteran duskblade's practiced eyes fix upon Perigourd as he seeks the shadows, interfering with his attempt at concealment.

Randsford traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Elronae put a small veniom-bound armoire in her blue chainsil cloak.

Otherworldly screams coalesce around a faceless dark-swathed myling and its wide amber eyes glow with desperation!

A faceless dark-swathed myling's gash-like mouth belches otherworldly amber light as it gnashes at Randsford!

Randsford gauges the attack and expertly deflects it with his eonake knight's aegis!

Jehance put a copper-hued sliver of sunstone in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Darphin says, speaking to Lilanna, "Youre not doing much down there..."

Darkness surges behind a rawboned veteran duskblade's eyes as it draws upon a well of blasphemous power.

Advancing with brutal efficiency, A rawboned veteran duskblade expertly swings its black urglaes longsword at Perigourd!

Perigourd skillfully blocks the attack with his shield!

Lithyia says, "I am fading."

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent talneo from within your bear hide pack.

Missoni retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent cactacae from within her illthorn kit.

You take a drink from your tincture of talneo. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. Warmth blooms on your tongue and spreads throughout your whole mouth, the fiery blend of flavors giving way to a faintly metallic aftertaste.

Your chest feels better.

Missoni takes a drink from her tincture of cactacae.

Missoni's right arm looks better.

Perigourd glances at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

You hear someone summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum comes out of hiding.

Dendum gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Dendum draws down a shaft of scarlet-sparked moonlight and bathes a rawboned veteran duskblade in its radiant glow.

[SMR result: 90 (Open d100: 12)]

The scarlet-sparked light appears to crack and shatter, disintegrating into the air without effect.

Randsford gestures at Lilanna.

Nothings happens.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent talneo from within your bear hide pack.

You take a drink from your tincture of talneo. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. A spicy commingling of cinnamon, ginger, and hot pepper sets your tastebuds alight.

Your right eye feels better.

Perigourd grunts.

Lithyia retrieves a squat glass tincture of ephlox from within her leather herb kit.

Sorlu removes a dwarven slaughtering axe from in his dark hematite overcoat.

Sorlu slides a mithril-edged vultite buckler inset with thick steel knobs off his shoulder, gripping it in one hand.

Jehance removes a thimble-sized pale rose quartz from in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Missoni reaches into the depths of her illthorn kit. A chime-like crackling sound, erratic yet melodious, begins to emanate from it.

The area becomes darker.

A faceless dark-swathed myling races around on silent feet, glowing eyes searching through the shadows.

A faceless dark-swathed myling strains toward the shadows with one tiny, incorporeal hand, revealing Raelee, who was invisible!

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent cactacae from within your bear hide pack.

You take a drink from your tincture of cactacae. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. A spicy commingling of cinnamon, ginger, and hot pepper sets your tastebuds alight.

Your right arm feels better.

You hear someone summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum comes out of hiding.

Dendum gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 173 (Open d100: 80)]

Several of the thorns jab into the duskblade!

  ... hits for 34 points of damage!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Well placed shot pierces knee, that hurt!

  It is knocked to the ground!

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

  ... hits for 39 points of damage!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Awesome shot shatters spine and punctures lung!

  ... hits for 10 points of damage!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Beautiful shot pierces skull!  Amazing the veteran duskblade wasn't killed outright!

An earthy, sweet aroma wafts from a rawboned veteran duskblade in a murky haze.

Geijon says, "Care."

Darphin asks, "Do we have a cleric?"

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

 CS: +581 - TD: +466 + CvA: 0 + d125: +46 == +161

 Warding failed!

A rawboned veteran duskblade contorts in excruciating agony!

  ... 131 points of damage!

A dull polychromatic glow suffuses the sable leather tricorn as it absorbs some power.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

 CS: +537 - TD: +466 + CvA: 0 + d100: +25 == +96

 Warded off!

Lithyia takes a drink from her tincture of ephlox.

Lithyia's right arm looks better.

The magic of Lithyia's spell falters as it takes hold on Lithyia, its energies diminished.

You retrieve a squat glass tincture of effervescent cactacae from within your bear hide pack.

You take a drink from your tincture of cactacae. Tiny bubbles burst in your mouth, your tongue tingling with the potency of the draught. A spicy commingling of cinnamon, ginger, and hot pepper sets your tastebuds alight.

Your left leg feels better.

Dendum gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 223 (Open d100: 56, Bonus: 75)]

Several of the thorns jab into the duskblade!

  ... hits for 13 points of damage!

The murky haze surrounding a rawboned veteran duskblade seems to attract some of the thorns.

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Incredible shot clean through the throat severs the spine!

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

Roelon draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before him.

[SSR result: 137 (Open d100: 62)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling's eyes roll up into its head as it slumps to the ground.

A faceless dark-swathed myling is awakened by Queatus's attack!

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Darphin gestures at a faceless dark-swathed myling.

 CS: +502 - TD: +484 + CvA: +25 + d100: +34 == +77

 Warded off!

 A dull grey beam snakes out toward the dark-swathed myling, but dissipates upon impact.

Jehance move to Lithyia's side and carefully lays his pale rose quartz upon Lithyia's neck. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Lithyia's skin.

Jehance lifts the pale rose quartz from Lithyia's skin.

Lithyia looks quite a bit better.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

Raelee's hands fade to complete transparency as she intones a spell...

Raelee gestures.

Raelee suddenly disappears.

Falvicar rushes a faceless dark-swathed myling, raising his somnis katana high to deliver a sound thrashing!

[SMR result: 194 (Open d100: 83, Bonus: 40)]

Falvicar brings his katana around in a tight arc to batter a faceless dark-swathed myling into submission!

 AS: +654 vs DS: +587 with AvD: +41 + d100 roll: +52 = +160

  ... and hits for 44 points of damage!

  Jagged slash to the dark-swathed myling's right arm!

  Cut clean through at the wrist.

  Need a hand?

** A coil of spectral bluish-green energy bursts out of thin air and strikes the dark-swathed myling! **

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Strike to head vaporizes ear!

  Can you hear me now?

** A coil of ghostly greyish-blue energy bursts out of thin air and strikes the dark-swathed myling! **

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Right eyelid turns to dust, causing the dark-swathed myling to blink rapidly, or try to.

Draelor comes out of hiding.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 168 (Open d100: 55, Bonus: 24)]

Several of the thorns jab into the myling!

  ... hits for 12 points of damage!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Strong strike, punctures lung!

  ... hits for 28 points of damage!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Damaging strike to chest, several ribs shattered!

Geijon removes a gleaming rune-scribed maul from in his threaded war harness.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Elronae's runestaff glows intensely with a verdant light!

 CS: +561 - TD: +478 + CvA: +25 + d100: +35 == +143

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 22 points of damage!

A faceless dark-swathed myling is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 45 points of damage!

  Left hand burned off.  Only a stump remains.

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Left arm fractured by an icy blast!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Massive electrical shock turns head into shark bait.  Time to feed the fish.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

** Necrotic energy from Elronae's runestaff flares up momentarily! **

  Elronae appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

With a final, explosive breath, Falvicar pulls his katana back to a ready position.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.

Randsford traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Dwi grunts, amused.

Roelon folds his arms over his chest.

A pair of glowing white eyes briefly flash amongst the shadows.

Jehance move to Lithyia's side and carefully lays his pale rose quartz upon Lithyia's neck. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Lithyia's skin.

Jehance lifts the pale rose quartz from Lithyia's skin.

Lithyia looks quite a bit better.

You join Lilanna.

Randsford joins Lilanna's group.

Lithyia retrieves a squat glass tincture of ephlox from within her leather herb kit.

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

Roelon nods at Falvicar.

Lithyia joins Lilanna's group.

Randsford gestures at Lilanna.

Nothings happens.

Darphin searches a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A pall of shadow falls over a rawboned veteran duskblade's form, leaving nothing behind.

Darphin picks up some silver coins.

Jehance move to Lithyia's side and carefully lays his pale rose quartz upon Lithyia's neck. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Lithyia's skin.

Jehance lifts the pale rose quartz from Lithyia's skin.

Lithyia looks quite a bit better.

Darphin searches a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

Darphin picks up some silver coins.

With a discerning eye, Darphin gathers up a few items and casually stows them away.

Darphin joins Lilanna's group.

Lithyia takes a drink from her tincture of ephlox.

Lithyia's right leg looks better.

The magic of Lithyia's spell falters as it takes hold on Lithyia, its energies diminished.

Roelon deeply says, "Perhaps nae ah dream then. But ..."

You quietly say, "Lilanna's dead."

Draelor makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Draelor gestures.

Draelor blends into invisibility among the surroundings.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Opalina disk and the Falvicar disk.

Also here: Dwi, the body of Lilanna who is lying down, Lithyia, Chronicler Falvicar, Bathcwyn Missoni, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Dendum who is hiding, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Chamorr, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

Aliashyrah joins Lilanna's group.

Dendum comes out of hiding.

Dendum takes a drink from his tincture of pothinir.

Dendum's back looks better.

Jehance put a thimble-sized pale rose quartz in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Dendum retrieves a small dose of tightly bound basal from within his lacquered hip-satchel.

Dendum takes a bite of his dose of basal.

Dendum's back looks better.

Seven phantom tentacles sprout from the base of Aliashyrah's spine, wrapping her in a binding embrace.

Dendum retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent wingstem from within his lacquered hip-satchel.

Dendum takes a drink from his tincture of wingstem.

Dendum's back looks better.

Jehance joins Lilanna's group.

Darphin asks, "Do we have a cleric and a healer?"

Sorlu glances over at the body of Lilanna, sizes up the mess and winces. You think you hear him mutter something beneath his breath that sounds like, "What a pity!"

Aliashyrah gestures at Lilanna.

Nothing happens.

Queatus says, "Ooof."

Elronae stares at Lilanna's lifeless body, apparently lost in thought.

Missoni retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent ephlox from within her illthorn kit.

Dendum retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent talneo from within his lacquered hip-satchel.

Dendum takes a drink from his tincture of talneo.

Dendum's back looks better.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

Missoni forces Lilanna's mouth open, and pours in a small amount of her tincture of ephlox.

Lilanna's right arm looks better.

Dendum pulls the cords of his lacquered hip-satchel tight and slides its driftwood clasp up to cinch it closed.

Jehance traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Darphin says, "Lets get everyone up."

Lilanna designates Randsford as the new leader of the group.

Seven phantom tentacles sprout from the base of Aliashyrah's spine, wrapping her in a binding embrace.

A rawboned veteran duskblade's practiced eyes fix upon Dendum as he seeks the shadows, interfering with his attempt at concealment.

Aliashyrah gestures at Lilanna.

A silvery translucent thread extends from Aliashyrah encompassing Lilanna's corpse.

Draelor comes out of hiding.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 117 (Open d100: 36)]

Several of the thorns jab into the duskblade!

  ... hits for 14 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the right leg.

  ... hits for 8 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left leg.

The duskblade is knocked to the ground!

Soot brown specks of leaf mold trail in the wake of a rawboned veteran duskblade's movements, distorted by a murky haze.

Randsford traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Queatus gives Lilanna a little prod between the shoulder blades.

Missoni retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent ephlox from within her illthorn kit.

Randsford gestures at Lilanna.

Rich and lively, the scent of wild flowers suddenly fills the air as Randsford finishes his chant, and an aura of energy forms a rose-hued nimbus around him. Lifting his fingers, Randsford gently touches Lilanna's brow and the nimbus drains away from Randsford as it fills Lilanna with life.

Lilanna's body suddenly grows darker.

Lilanna stands taller, as if bolstered with a sense of confidence.

Her body is surrounded by a dim dancing aura.

Someone begins singing of heroic deeds.

As someone sings, the air sparkles briefly around you! You feel strangely lucky!

Someone sings of Kai's many triumphs, lifting your spirits.

Someone begins singing of valiant legends.

Someone begins singing a sibilant melody.

[ Kai's Triumph Song: +0:04:08, 0:04:08 remaining. ]

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

 CS: +537 - TD: +463 + CvA: 0 + d100: +73 == +147

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 24 points of damage!

A rawboned veteran duskblade is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Permanently debilitating burns across stomach.

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strange how the cold can burn.

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Powerful blast reduces the veteran duskblade to a smoldering pile of ash!

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

Jehance gestures at Lilanna.

A gigantic burst of magic explodes over the head of Jehance. He reels from the backwash of pure spiritual energy!

You notice Dendum moving stealthily south.

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Sorlu gestures at Lilanna.

The glazed look leaves Lilanna.

You hear very soft footsteps.

You hear very soft footsteps.

You notice Dendum moving stealthily into the room.

You hear very soft footsteps.

You notice Dendum moving stealthily into the room.

You hear very soft footsteps.

You notice Dendum moving stealthily into the room.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Queatus asks, "Sure?"

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Sorlu gestures at Randsford.

The glazed look leaves Randsford.

Lilanna stands up.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

You are now in a defensive stance.

Lithyia retrieves a small dose of tightly bound aloeas from within her leather herb kit.

Chamorr looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Chamorr engages a cowled twilight alchemist in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +673 vs DS: +744 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +92 = +57

  A clean miss.

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a cowled twilight alchemist!

Amazingly, the twilight alchemist manages to parry the attack with its runestaff!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +673 vs DS: +744 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +5 = -30

  A clean miss.

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +673 vs DS: +744 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +21 = -14

  A clean miss.

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +673 vs DS: +744 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +43 = +8

  A clean miss.

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a cowled twilight alchemist!

Amazingly, the twilight alchemist manages to parry the attack with its runestaff!

The focused look leaves Missoni.

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Sorlu gestures at Jehance.

The glazed look leaves Jehance.

A chill breeze swirls about Roelon as he gestures and utters a phrase of magic.

Roelon gestures.

A thrashing vathor club riddled with spiky clusters suddenly sprouts from the ground and begins to thrash about violently!

[SMR result: 103 (Open d100: 20)]

The vathor club lashes out violently at a cowled twilight alchemist, dragging it to the floor!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Forehead strikes the ground!

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

A cowled twilight alchemist suddenly looks very weak!

A club runner brushes against Roelon and he appears strengthened by the contact.

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Darphin gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +502 - TD: +473 + CvA: +25 + d100: +13 == +67

 Warded off!

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

>search

 A dull grey beam snakes out toward the twilight alchemist, but dissipates upon impact.

You don't find anything of interest here.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

You notice your companion Sorlu slip away into hiding.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

Numerous grotesque limbs in varying states of decay suddenly burst out of the floor! With startling speed and ferocity, the arms grab at whatever they can!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade, but it avoids their clutches.

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +808 vs DS: +687 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +78 = +233

  ... and hits for 130 points of damage!

  Weapon arm removed at the shoulder!

  The alchemist's ebonwood runestaff falls to the ground.

Lithyia takes a bite of her dose of aloeas.

Lithyia's neck looks better.

The magic of Lithyia's spell falters as it takes hold on Lithyia, its energies diminished.

Jehance stands up.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

 CS: +581 - TD: +470 + CvA: +25 + d125: +43 == +179

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 31 points of damage!

A cowled twilight alchemist is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 70 points of damage!

  Fire completely surrounds a cowled twilight alchemist.  Blood boils and heart stops.

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist appears to recover some strength.

A dull polychromatic glow suffuses the sable leather tricorn as it absorbs some power.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind her, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. She surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in her wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

Queatus removes a well-worn serrated-edged waraxe from in his black leather baldric.

With a swift shrug of his shoulder, Queatus slings a battle-scarred targe layered with pitch black iron boar hide off from some salt-stained netting on the back of his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

You don't find anything of interest here, but you have the funny feeling you are being watched.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

Darphin gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +502 - TD: +482 + CvA: +25 + d100: +51 == +96

 Warded off!

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

 A dull grey beam snakes out toward the twilight alchemist, but dissipates upon impact.

With a broad flourish, Queatus sweeps his serrated-edged waraxe into a whirling display of keen-edged menace!

[SMR result: 122 (Open d100: 33, Bonus: 32)]

Queatus angles his blade at a cowled twilight alchemist in a crosswise slash!

 AS: +614 vs DS: +668 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +41 = +17

  A clean miss.

Queatus angles his blade at a cowled twilight alchemist in a crosswise slash!

 AS: +614 vs DS: +802 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +99 = -59

  A clean miss.

Queatus turns, blade spinning in his hand toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +614 vs DS: +577 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +30 = +105

  ... and hits for 7 points of damage!

  Glancing blow to the sleek-scaled lamia's left leg!

In a fluid whirl, Queatus sweeps his blade at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

The veteran duskblade gracefully avoids the attack!

In a fluid whirl, Queatus sweeps his blade at a faceless dark-swathed myling!

A faceless dark-swathed myling blends with the surrounding darkness as Queatus tries to attack it, materializing several paces away and leaving Queatus out of position!

Queatus angles his blade at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia in a crosswise slash!

 AS: +614 vs DS: +573 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +81 = +160

  ... and hits for 38 points of damage!

  Slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's chest!

  Breathe deep, it'll feel better in a minute.

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

Queatus remains watchful and ready to move.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Numerous grotesque limbs in varying states of decay suddenly burst out of the floor! With startling speed and ferocity, the arms grab at whatever they can!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade, but it avoids their clutches.

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and pin it to the floor!

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Nothing happens.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

 CS: +537 - TD: +482 + CvA: +25 + d100: +79 == +159

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 28 points of damage!

A cowled twilight alchemist is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Left hand burned off.  Only a stump remains.

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  An icy slash across the lower back slices deep into the twilight alchemist's muscle!

  ... 60 points of damage!

  Horrifying jolt of electricity fries chest to a crisp.  Toasty!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Massive blow to chest collapses sternum!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

Perigourd comes out of hiding.

Perigourd lets loose a nerve-shattering bellow!

[SSR result: 91 (Open d100: 13)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is unaffected!

[SSR result: 182 (Open d100: 83)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 180 (Open d100: 75)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 172 (Open d100: 46)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 184 (Open d100: 82)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 151 (Open d100: 46)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 70 (Open d100: -41)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is unaffected!

[SSR result: 110 (Open d100: 11)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 183 (Open d100: 84)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 134 (Open d100: 23)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

Sorlu leaps from hiding to attack!

Sorlu swings a dwarven slaughtering axe at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +587 vs DS: +553 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +18 = +90

  A clean miss.

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +808 vs DS: +537 with AvD: +47 + d100 roll: +19 = +337

  ... and hits for 197 points of damage!

  A mighty hit turns the sleek-scaled lamia's insides to outsides!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

Lilanna changes her tune, adding a new element to her song...

Lilanna skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.

Nothing happens.

A chill breeze swirls about Roelon as he gestures and utters a phrase of magic.

Roelon gestures.

Roelon closes his eyes for a moment as he slowly raises his hands to shoulder-level. You hear and feel a resounding low thrumming sound just as a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing the area!

The surroundings advance upon a cowled twilight alchemist with relentless fury!

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +459 - TD: +417 + CvA: +25 + d100: +36 == +103

 Warding failed!

 One of the large, pointed slivers of hard debris hits a cowled twilight alchemist!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike pierces thigh!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the right leg.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor strike to the neck.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Blow connects with abdomen.

The surroundings advance upon a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with relentless fury!

 CS: +459 - TD: +429 + CvA: +25 + d100: +40 == +95

 Warded off!

The sleek-scaled lamia manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +459 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +58 == +132

 Warding failed!

 One of the large, pointed slivers of hard debris hits a rawboned veteran duskblade!

  ... 21 points of damage!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike pierces thigh!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Nice puncture to the back, just grazed the spine!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike to the chest breaks a rib!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light strike to chest.

The surroundings advance upon a faceless dark-swathed myling with relentless fury!

 CS: +459 - TD: +386 + CvA: +25 + d100: +48 == +146

 Warding failed!

 A faceless dark-swathed myling is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 24 points of damage!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Well placed strike shatters a rib!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike to the chest breaks a rib!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Strike pierces calf!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light blow to right leg.

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +459 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +40 == +114

 Warding failed!

 A rawboned veteran duskblade is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 17 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left arm.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left leg.

  ... 7 points of damage!

  Blow grazes right leg.

The surroundings advance upon a faceless dark-swathed myling with relentless fury!

 CS: +459 - TD: +411 + CvA: +25 + d100: +44 == +117

 Warding failed!

 A cluster of hard debris collides with a faceless dark-swathed myling!

  ... 18 points of damage!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light blow to left leg.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Brushing blow to temple.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Strike glances off the chest.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Brushing blow to temple.

As swiftly as the chaos came to be, it recedes again into the surroundings.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Falvicar briefly closes his eyes, and the faint visage of a rearing unicorn appears behind him. A faint black light builds up and emanates from Falvicar's hand before it takes the shape of an ethereal sword, and Falvicar thrusts it forward!

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a cowled twilight alchemist!

 CS: +480 - TD: +432 + CvA: +25 + d100: +13 == +86

 Warded off!

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

d100 == 1 FUMBLE!

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 CS: +480 - TD: +400 + CvA: 0 + d100: +89 == +169

 Warding failed!

 The veteran duskblade is stricken for 37 points of damage!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Flames incinerate muscle tissue in neck exposing the trachea.  More than you ever wanted to see.

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a faceless dark-swathed myling!

 CS: +480 - TD: +401 + CvA: +25 + d100: +93 == +197

 Warding failed!

 The dark-swathed myling is stricken for 74 points of damage!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Extreme heat causes a faceless dark-swathed myling's left arm to expand and snap.  That must hurt!

  The dark-swathed myling strains as if burdened by some invisible force.

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 CS: +480 - TD: +400 + CvA: 0 + d100: +83 == +163

 Warding failed!

 The veteran duskblade is stricken for 59 points of damage!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Flames incinerate muscle tissue in neck exposing the trachea.  More than you ever wanted to see.

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

  The veteran duskblade strains as if burdened by some invisible force.

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a faceless dark-swathed myling!

 CS: +480 - TD: +426 + CvA: +25 + d100: +95 == +174

 Warding failed!

 The dark-swathed myling is stricken for 76 points of damage!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Nasty burns to right arm.  Gonna need lots of butter.

  The dark-swathed myling strains as if burdened by some invisible force.

A plume of silver starlit flames stream from the edge of the ethereal sword, striking a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 CS: +480 - TD: +444 + CvA: +25 + d100: +18 == +79

 Warded off!

The ethereal sword in Falvicar's hand scatters into pinpoints of light that fade away.

A pearly-haired wolf spider appendage quickly snatches at a rawboned veteran duskblade, dragging it down before retreating into the floor!

Lilanna changes her tune, adding a new element to her song...

Lilanna skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.

As Lilanna sings, a squall of wind briefly swirls around you. You feel yourself moving a bit more smoothly and quickly than before!

[ Song of Tonis: +0:01:15, 0:01:14 remaining. ]

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a faceless dark-swathed myling.

 CS: +543 - TD: +459 + CvA: +25 + d100: +89 == +198

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 27 points of damage!

A faceless dark-swathed myling is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Left hand burned off.  Only a stump remains.

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Blast to neck causes the dark-swathed myling to jerk with pain.  Unfortunately that snaps the now frozen neck like an icicle!

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

Spreading his fingers wide, Darphin holds his hands over the ground, and a sudden chill fills the air as shadows rise to his bidding.

[SMR result: 161 (Open d100: 28, Bonus: 60)]

The vathor club lashes out at a rawboned veteran duskblade, wraps itself around its body and entangles it on the floor.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Hard shove to the chest staggers the veteran duskblade.

A rawboned veteran duskblade suddenly looks very weak!

Thin tendrils of club briefly twine around Roelon.

Missoni draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.

[SSR result: 101 (Open d100: 55)]

A cowled twilight alchemist's eyes flutter for a moment.

[SSR result: 182 (Open d100: 109)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

[SSR result: 163 (Open d100: 90)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

[SSR result: 112 (Open d100: 33)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

[SSR result: 126 (Open d100: 59)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

[SSR result: 139 (Open d100: 60)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

Darphin gestures.

Darphin casts into the air above his head and a rip appears in the sky! The fissure begins to feed on the air around you!

An orb-capped ebonwood runestaff is sucked into the void, striking a faceless dark-swathed myling along the way with no apparent effect!

A cowled twilight alchemist grabs hold of the ground to keep from being sucked into the void!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is knocked over by the wind!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia grabs hold of the ground to keep from being sucked into the void!

A rawboned veteran duskblade is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a rawboned veteran duskblade to explode!

 Billions and billions of tiny duskblade bits shower everything.

 Quite severely dead.

A rawboned veteran duskblade is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a rawboned veteran duskblade to explode!

 Billions and billions of tiny duskblade bits shower everything.

 Quite severely dead.

A faceless dark-swathed myling is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a faceless dark-swathed myling to explode!

 Tiny myling particles disperse rapidly through the area!

 Quite severely dead.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is knocked over by the wind!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia grabs hold of the ground to keep from being sucked into the void!

A rawboned veteran duskblade is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a rawboned veteran duskblade to explode!

 Billions and billions of tiny duskblade bits shower everything.

 Quite severely dead.

A faceless dark-swathed myling is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a faceless dark-swathed myling to explode!

 Tiny myling particles disperse rapidly through the area!

 Quite severely dead.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Missoni draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.

[SSR result: 134 (Open d100: 88)]

A cowled twilight alchemist's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

Missoni draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures.

The area becomes brighter.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

>amaul room

A cowled twilight alchemist is awakened by Geijon's attack!

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +808 vs DS: +725 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +96 = +213

  ... and hits for 137 points of damage!

  Incredible smash to what used to be a stomach!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

Twisting and spinning among his foes, Falvicar lashes out again and again with the force of a reaping whirlwind!

[SMR result: 232 (Open d100: 94, Bonus: 76)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is struck in his flurry of sweeping strikes!

The sleek-scaled lamia stumbles dazedly, somehow managing to evade the attack!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is struck in his flurry of sweeping strikes!

 AS: +644 vs DS: +554 with AvD: +40 + d100 roll: +53 = +183

  ... and hits for 67 points of damage!

  Slash to head destroys the sleek-scaled lamia's right eye!

  Doesn't do its brain any good either.

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

With a broad flourish, Perigourd sweeps his bastard sword into a whirling display of keen-edged menace!

[SMR result: 201 (Open d100: 32, Bonus: 86)]

Perigourd angles his blade at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia in a crosswise slash!

 AS: +777 vs DS: +494 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +13 = +330

  ... and hits for 107 points of damage!

  Hard blow to the sleek-scaled lamia's ear!

  Deep gash and a terrible headache!

• • Chunks of earth violently orbit a sephwir-handled Selanthian bastard sword engraved with runes of nature, pelting a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with heavy debris and stone! **

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light strike to chest.

Perigourd remains watchful and ready to move.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems toPlease rephrase that command.

physically relax from the exercise.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Nothing happens.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 CS: +537 - TD: +499 + CvA: +25 + d100: +14 == +77

 Warded off!

Chamorr looks determined and focused.

In an awe inspiring display of combat mastery, Chamorr engages a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia in a furious dance macabre, spiralling into a blur of strikes and ripostes!

Chamorr swings a chromatic glaes broadsword at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +673 vs DS: +440 with AvD: +36 + d100 roll: +71 = +340

  ... and hits for 86 points of damage!

  Shot knocks the sleek-scaled lamia's head back by pushing on the inside of the skull!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

A sapphire blue tarantula palpus streaked with bright yellow thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

You don't see any exits leading away from the area.

Lithyia retrieves a small dose of tightly bound aloeas from within her leather herb kit.

Jehance removes a small speckled white potion from in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Queatus pulls a fold of his shroud across his mouth and draws in a long breath, his expression shifting to one that's far more calculating. He exhales forcibly through his shroud, his voice coming out in a strained, ululating shriek!

A series of ghostly, pulsating waves moves outward from Queatus.

You notice your companion Sorlu slip away into hiding.

A pair of fleshless arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

Lithyia takes a bite of her dose of aloeas.

Lithyia's neck looks better.

The magic of Lithyia's spell falters as it takes hold on Lithyia, its energies diminished.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a black void.

Missoni welds the rip in space together with a flow of essence.

Jehance takes a drink from his speckled white potion.

Jehance suddenly disappears.

Queatus relaxes a little.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

A dusky grey tarantula palpus covered in bristly black hairs thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

The blue-violet web of protection surrounding Dwi falls away, unraveling as it fades.

The voice of Perigourd says, "We need to be on the move."

A bristly camel spider pincer thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

The voice of Perigourd says, "And quietly."

Lithyia's spirits are no longer lifted.

The blue-violet web of protection surrounding Falvicar falls away, unraveling as it fades.

The air stops shimmering around Lithyia.

You don't find anything of interest here.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Roundtime changed to 1 second.

Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.

Randsford designates Lilanna as the new leader of the group.

A bloody arm thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

The tiny bubbles clouding Missoni's tincture of ephlox dwindle, leaving the liquid flat.

Lithyia says, "I cannot yet."

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

A pair of three-fingered arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

The blue-violet web of protection against lightning falls away from you, unraveling as it fades.

Olgretien deeply asks, "Do we have a healer?"

Chamorr searches a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Chamorr picks up some silver coins.

Chamorr searches a cowled twilight alchemist.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Chamorr picks up some silver coins.

Chamorr searches a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

Chamorr searches a cowled twilight alchemist.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Chamorr searches a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Chamorr picks up some silver coins.

Randsford snorts!

A mangled arm thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Perigourd comes out of hiding.

Perigourd joins Lilanna's group.

Chamorr searches a cowled twilight alchemist.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Chamorr picks up some silver coins.

Aliashyrah removes a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces from in her obsidian satin robe.

Lilanna says, "Eh."

Chamorr searches a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Chamorr picks up some silver coins.

Chamorr searches a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A pall of shadow falls over a rawboned veteran duskblade's form, leaving nothing behind.

Roelon deeply says, "Then perhaps keri will hear me this time."

You notice your companion Perigourd slip away into hiding.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a sturdy fel chest, a polished bloodwood wand, a green sapphire, an uncut emerald, a yellow sapphire, a crystal wand, a white opal, a golden wand, a violet sapphire, a blue sapphire, a small pink pearl, a flayed arm, a pair of furry tarantula palpi ringed in grey, a pair of desiccated arms, a long-haired ebon tarantula appendage, a thrashing vathor club riddled with spiky clusters, the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Opalina disk and the Falvicar disk.

Also here: Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd who is hiding, Bathcwyn Missoni, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu who is hiding, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance who is invisible, Elronae, Chamorr, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

Aliashyrah offers Lithyia a sanguine tentacle-graced crosier covered in crystallized jade-tinted black suckers.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

A long-haired ebon tarantula appendage thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Lithyia seems to slow down and become a bit less nimble.

Chamorr put a chromatic glaes broadsword with a dragon-carved handle and moonstone pommel in his shoulder sheath.

Falvicar searches around for a moment.

A pair of furry tarantula palpi ringed in grey thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Randsford suddenly appears drained as an ephemeral shroud departs from his form.

Lilanna designates Randsford as the new leader of the group.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Lithyia, "It is full of herbs."

Falvicar says, "Ronan guide us."

Jehance fades into visibility.

Jehance move to Olgretien's side and carefully lays his pale red spinel upon Olgretien's head. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Olgretien's skin.

Jehance lifts the pale red spinel from Olgretien's skin.

Olgretien's head looks better.

Chamorr gathers all of the gems he can find and deftly stashes them in his pouch.

A pair of desiccated arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

A flayed arm thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Chamorr removes a chromatic glaes broadsword with a dragon-carved handle and moonstone pommel from in his shoulder sheath.

Tolene appears in a roar of crimson flames.

Geijon says, "Lilanna would appear to be alive again."

Lithyia says, "I have herbs i cannot do this fast enough."

Missoni tucks a squat glass tincture of ephlox away within the lotus silk-lined depths of her illthorn kit.

Jehance move to Olgretien's side and carefully lays his pale red spinel upon Olgretien's head. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Olgretien's skin.

Jehance lifts the pale red spinel from Olgretien's skin.

Olgretien's head looks better.

His pale red spinel suddenly shatters!

Lithyia slings the zelnorn buckler off from over her shoulder, gripping it firmly in her left hand.

You notice your companion Lithyia slip away into hiding.

The voice of Perigourd says, "Randsford, you have the lead."

Draelor makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Draelor gestures.

Draelor blends into invisibility among the surroundings.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Tolene joins Randsford's group.

Aliashyrah binds a dark cordovan case whipstitched with rawhide laces onto her dark ora waist chain and adjusts its position at her hip.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Jehance removes a reddish brown opposed bar-cut sard from in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

Jehance move to Olgretien's side and carefully lays his opposed bar-cut sard upon Olgretien's left hand. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Olgretien's skin.

Jehance lifts the opposed bar-cut sard from Olgretien's skin.

Olgretien's left hand looks better.

Tolene focuses on Lilanna with intense concentration.

Lilanna's chest wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's chest instead.

You gaze south.

Lilanna's right arm wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's right arm instead.

The voice of Lithyia says, "If we are moving then i cannot heal."

Jehance move to Olgretien's side and carefully lays his opposed bar-cut sard upon Olgretien's left hand. As Jehance closes his eyes, you notice a slight glow seeping from beneath where his hand touches Olgretien's skin.

Jehance lifts the opposed bar-cut sard from Olgretien's skin.

Olgretien's left hand looks better.

Lilanna's right leg wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's right leg instead.

Lilanna says, "Aha."

Falvicar glances south.

Tolene strains, but nothing happens.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

You hear a laugh and a clink of coins, and you and your group become a bit less nimble.

Lilanna's left arm wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's left arm instead.

Geijon joins Randsford's group.

Lilanna bows to Tolene.

Lilanna's back wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's back instead.

The voice of Lithyia says, "So pelase tell me if we are moving."

Randsford removes a ruby-handled wolf-headed spikestar from in his warg pelt sheath.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Jehance put a reddish brown opposed bar-cut sard in his ashen buckskin cloak.

Olgretien bows to Jehance.

The forceful strain in Falvicar's arms lessens.

Tolene wavers with sudden fatigue, but at the same time, Lilanna appears particularly enlivened.

Tolene focuses on Falvicar with intense concentration.

Falvicar's back wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's back instead.

Randsford says, "Form up, we push forward."

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Randsford nods firmly.

Missoni joins Randsford's group.

Falvicar's neck wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's neck instead.

Tolene focuses on Olgretien with intense concentration.

Olgretien's head wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's head instead.

Lilanna equips a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail inset with blue sapphire eyes hanging from one of the straps on her iron grey bandolier.

Draelor comes out of hiding.

Draelor joins Randsford's group.

Roelon joins Randsford's group.

Faint frosty white filaments spiral inward from the local surroundings and weave themselves around you.

Geijon says, "Looks like we can't get away without fighting some."

Dwi heartily exclaims, "Dibs onna junk!"

Darphin removes a rectangular green crystal bottle from in his black leather jacket.

Jet black tendrils begin to snake and coil around Dwi's dwarven waraxe, nearly attaching itself to her wrist just before she releases her waraxe.

With a discerning eye, Dwi gathers up a few items and casually stows them away.

Dwi reaches for her dwarven waraxe and it nearly springs into her hand.

Elronae attempts to hum a merry little tune.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Olgretien's left hand wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's left hand instead.

The bruises around Tolene's head fade.

Tolene focuses on Darphin with intense concentration.

Darphin's chest wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's chest instead.

Tolene wavers with sudden fatigue.

Darphin turns over his faewood walking stick.

Dwi grunts happily, grinning.

Darphin's abdomen wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's abdomen instead.

You leave Randsford's group.

Falvicar is already a member of Randsford's group.

Missoni summons a torrent of spiritual and elemental mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.

Darphin put a sigil-inlaid dark faewood walking stick in his black leather jacket. As it leaves his hands, the illumination of its sigils slowly ebbs away.

Falvicar covers your hand with his own as he places it gently within the crook of his arm.

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Lilanna nods at Randsford.

Darphin turns his green crystal bottle, opening its lid and shaking a faceted dark emerald pill into his waiting hand.

Queatus grins.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a thrashing vathor club riddled with spiky clusters, the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Opalina disk and the Falvicar disk.

Also here: Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Chronicler Falvicar, Bathcwyn Missoni, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Lord Randsford, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Chamorr, Queatus, Roelon

Obvious exits: south

Tolene wavers with sudden fatigue.

Tolene focuses on Dwi with intense concentration.

Dwi's head wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's head instead.

Darphin places his dark emerald pill in his mouth, and it dissolves into a puff of emerald-hued smoke. A verdant mist seeps from his lips as a cloud of mana coalesces around him, wrapping him in protective magic!

Dwi's right eye wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's right eye instead.

Darphin removes a sigil-inlaid dark faewood walking stick from in his black leather jacket. At his touch, a number of sigils worked into its grain take on a faint luminescence.

Tolene wavers with sudden fatigue.

Olgretien exclaims, speaking deeply to Tolene, "Thanks!"

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Chamorr joins Randsford's group.

Roelon says, speaking deeply to Randsford, "The kilt lends ye its strength then."

Dwi's back wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's back instead.

Dwi faces Tolene, closes her eyes and begins chanting. A small spark leaps from Dwi's fingers... but little else happens.

Darphin put a rectangular green crystal bottle in his black leather jacket.

Geijon removes a pale grey rounded crystal from in his black canvas backpack.

Dwi's right arm wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's right arm instead.

Roelon nods at Randsford.

Geijon rubs a pale grey rounded crystal in his hand.

Geijon stands tall and appears more confident.

Dwi's left arm wound gradually fades, forming on Tolene's left arm instead.

Jehance removes a reddish brown opposed bar-cut sard from in his ashen buckskin cloak.

The cuts on Tolene's abdomen close and the bruises fade.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's right eye looks better.

Geijon absent-mindedly drops a pale grey rounded crystal into his grey wolf fur satchel.

The air stirs around you for a moment.

Randsford grumbles at Roelon.

Tolene narrows her eyes suspiciously as Jehance attempts to apply a reddish brown opposed bar-cut sard to her.

Roelon deeply says, "What remains of it."

Lithyia asks, "Do we have a healer?"

The vathor club lashes out, but is unable to grasp ahold of anything.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's right eye looks better.

Missoni rubs her glass amulet.

Missoni suddenly disappears.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Lilanna nods at Lithyia.

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's left hand looks better.

Opalina and Falvicar leave the Group

>s

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride south.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070302)

High above, narrow windows of blackened glass permit only the faintest glimmer of moonlight. The faint scent of lamp oil lingers in the air, a pungent counterpoint to the sweetness of almonds wafting through a door in the eastern wall. Wind whistles from the south, imparting a knife-edged chill to the air that the wildly dancing violet flames of ensconced torches do little to dispel. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist.

Obvious exits: north, southwest

Falvicar followed.

The subdued warmth embracing you fades along with the spiritual force surrounding your arms.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

>look alch

You see a fairly typical twilight alchemist.

It appears to be in good shape.

It has a severe stygian soutane (worn) and an orb-capped ebonwood runestaff.

A cowled twilight alchemist draws an ornate symbol in the air with the tip of one finger, and tainted blue-black energy gushes forth like pus from a lesion!

 CS: +504 - TD: +449 + CvA: -19 + d100: +29 - -5 == +70

 Warded off!

The tide of energy misses you by a hair's breadth!

>go door

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride through a reinforced veil iron door.

[The Bastion, Laboratory - ] (u4070303)

A glowing orb at the zenith of the domed ceiling casts the cylindrical chamber in harsh, colorless light. Under the unremitting radiance, alchemical flasks glitter dangerously and colored solutions flow through tubes between them, frothing and bubbling. The walls are basalt, unrelieved by any decoration save for a reinforced veil iron door. At the center of the chamber stands a slab forged of a single block of steel, channels allowing runoff to drip into grates encircling it.

Obvious exits: none

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

The frosty white web of protection surrounding Falvicar falls away, unraveling as it fades.

The frosty white web of protection against cold falls away from you, unraveling as it fades.

>search

You don't find anything of interest here.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Falvicar searches around for a moment.

>go door

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride through a reinforced veil iron door.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070302)

High above, narrow windows of blackened glass permit only the faintest glimmer of moonlight. The faint scent of lamp oil lingers in the air, a pungent counterpoint to the sweetness of almonds wafting through a door in the eastern wall. Wind whistles from the south, imparting a knife-edged chill to the air that the wildly dancing violet flames of ensconced torches do little to dispel.

Obvious exits: north, southwest

Falvicar followed.

You suddenly feel less protected.

Falvicar seems slightly different.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

>sw

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride southwest.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist.

Obvious exits: northeast, south

There is a metallic glint from the shadows.

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

>go cell

You take a few steps toward some detention cells.

A faceless dark-swathed myling hurtles in, its tiny feet making no sound.

Falvicar searches around for a moment.

Falvicar searches around carefully and reveals a crystal-set bronze globe!

>s

Realizing too late that you have been incautious, you notice a shape glinting in the shadows. A wave of crackling antimagic spirals hungrily through the area!

[SMR result: 76 (Open d100: -65, Bonus: 11)]

manages to avoid the snatching threads of antimagic!

[SMR result: 174 (Open d100: 54)]

A jagged thread of antimagic digs cruelly into a cowled twilight alchemist's flesh!

  ... 60 points of damage!

  Most of chest removed, resulting in gaping hole in midsection!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070305)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist and a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Obvious paths: north, southeast

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

>n

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you as you stride north.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see a faceless dark-swathed myling, the Falvicar disk, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead and a crystal-set bronze globe.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious exits: northeast, south

A crystal-set bronze globe glints dangerously, nearly concealed by the shadows.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Falvicar points at a crystal-set bronze globe.

>hold fal

You take Falvicar's hand tenderly within your own.

You feel a subdued warmth through your arms and torso, accompanied by a preponderant sense of engagement.

[ Arm of the Arkati: +1:51:00, 1:50:59 remaining. ]

A faceless dark-swathed myling opens its yawning, glowing maw. Its voice splitting into a discordant chorus of cries.

>s

Realizing too late that you have been incautious, you notice a shape glinting in the shadows. A wave of crackling antimagic spirals hungrily through the area!

[SMR result: 167 (Open d100: 25, Bonus: 11)]

A jagged thread of antimagic digs cruelly into a faceless dark-swathed myling's flesh!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Strike to head vaporizes ear!

  Can you hear me now?

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070305)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist and a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Obvious paths: north, southeast

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia raises its voice in a sibilant chant, weaving intoxicating melodies into a powerful spell.

Your sense of faith and conviction wanes. You are less sure of yourself.

Falvicar seems hesitant, looking unsure of himself.

The warm glow fades from around Falvicar.

   **** A fractal display of silvery white motes bursts from a golvern and villswood totem dangling a soft grey penguin feather as a burly bear suddenly erupts into being, the semitransparent figure moving to try to shield you from the attack with an angry growl.

A cowled twilight alchemist hurls a viscous green potion at you and it detonates in a spray of corrosive acid!

You gracefully avoid the bolt!

>n

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride north.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see a faceless dark-swathed myling, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead and a crystal-set bronze globe.

Also here: Magister Raelee

Obvious exits: northeast, south

A crystal-set bronze globe glints dangerously, nearly concealed by the shadows.

Falvicar followed.

You feel less resolved as the divine urging subsides, fading into obscurity.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

>go cell

You take a few steps toward some detention cells.

>search cell

Try looking in, on, behind or under it. Or examining it.

Raelee's hands fade to complete transparency as she intones a spell...

Raelee gestures.

Raelee suddenly disappears.

>look in cell

There is nothing in the cells.

A hidden figures triggers a concealed trap. A wave of crackling antimagic spirals hungrily through the area!

[SMR result: 192 (Open d100: 7, Bonus: 20)]

A jagged thread of antimagic digs cruelly into a faceless dark-swathed myling's flesh!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Left leg vaporized from thigh down, leaving nothing but dangling blood vessels and muscle!

  A faceless dark-swathed myling falls to the ground grasping its mangled left leg!

A faceless dark-swathed myling levitates on a current of shadows until it is standing once again.

A faceless dark-swathed myling wobbles painfully and it falls to the ground.

Falvicar carefully attempts to disarm a crystal-set bronze globe.

Falvicar struggles with a crystal-set bronze globe and manages to trigger it instead. A wave of crackling antimagic roars toward him!

  ... 11 points of damage!

  Rib bones snap and protrude from Falvicar's chest.

  He is stunned!

>hold fal

But Falvicar is already a member of your group!

A faceless dark-swathed myling levitates on a current of shadows until it is standing once again.

Falvicar beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.

>drad fal s

Please rephrase that command.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see the Falvicar disk, the Opalina disk, a faceless dark-swathed myling, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead and a crystal-set bronze globe.

Also here: a stunned Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious exits: northeast, south

A crystal-set bronze globe glints dangerously, nearly concealed by the shadows.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

>s

Realizing too late that you have been incautious, you notice a shape glinting in the shadows. A wave of crackling antimagic spirals hungrily through the area!

[SMR result: 240 (Open d100: 80, Bonus: 25)]

A jagged thread of antimagic digs cruelly into a faceless dark-swathed myling's flesh!

  ... 55 points of damage!

  Both legs are frightfully stripped down to the bone marrow!  Sadly, the small amounts of tissue remaining are nowhere near what is needed to support the dark-swathed myling's body.

  A faceless dark-swathed myling falls to the ground grasping its mangled right leg!

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070305)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness. You also see a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia and a cowled twilight alchemist.

Obvious paths: north, southeast

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia hurls itself at Falvicar!

[SMR result: 110 (Open d100: 86, Bonus: 2)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia pins Falvicar to the ground and quickly jumps to its feet!

The attack exposes a vulnerability in Falvicar's defenses!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia raises its voice in a sibilant chant, weaving intoxicating melodies into a powerful spell.

>send 305 fal

   **** A fractal display of silvery white motes bursts from a golvern and villswood totem dangling a soft grey penguin feather as a burly bear suddenly erupts into being, the semitransparent figure moving to try to shield you from the attack with an angry growl.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia brandishes sharp, lacquered nails as it swings a fist at you!

 AS: +563 vs DS: +904 with AvD: -7 + d100 roll: +53 = -295

  A clean miss.

You face Falvicar, close your eyes and begin chanting. Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between the two of you. You awaken, feeling slightly drained, but satisfied that 289 points were successfully transferred to Falvicar.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070305)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness. You also see the Falvicar disk, the Opalina disk, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia and a cowled twilight alchemist.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar who is lying down

Obvious paths: north, southeast

A cowled twilight alchemist inscribes a burning blue-black sigil in the air as it intones a low chant.

>pull fal

You pull Falvicar to his feet.

A cowled twilight alchemist completes its sigil with one hand while gesturing at Falvicar!

The ground beneath Falvicar suddenly frosts and rumbles violently!

Icy stalagmites burst from the ground beneath Falvicar!

[SMR result: 95 (Open d100: 69, Bonus: 2)]

He dodges out of the way!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia sings out in an alien tongue, hypnotic colors flashing in its eyes as it focuses on Falvicar!

The force of a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's power warps the air as it surges toward Falvicar!

 CS: +460 - TD: +422 + CvA: -31 + d100: +46 - -5 == +58

 Warded off!

A few nebulous wisps coalesce about Falvicar before dissipating in a confused spiral.

>s

You can't go there.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia brandishes sharp, lacquered nails as it swings a fist at you!

 AS: +563 vs DS: +889 with AvD: -7 + d100 roll: +23 = -310

  A clean miss.

>se

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride southeast.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales.

Obvious paths: northwest

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

An icy mist belches from the ground near Falvicar as the ground rumbles.

>go door

An icy mist belches from the ground near Falvicar as the ground rumbles.

The ensigiled door appears to be closed.

An icy mist belches from the ground near Falvicar as the ground rumbles.

Falvicar's air of vulnerability dissipates.

An icy mist belches from the ground near Falvicar as the ground rumbles.

>unlock door

You must unlock it with something.

>open door

It appears to be locked.

The ground beneath Falvicar suddenly calms.

With a clack and clatter of bottles, a cowled twilight alchemist strides in.

>look in my sack

In the elesine sack:

Weapons [1]: an ancient Paradis trail knife

Containers [3]: a coarse burlap sack, an iridescent quartz cricket box, a gold-stitched black velvet bag with cocobolo-knuckled drawstrings

Wands [2]: a glossy black cherry wood rod, an ornate glass stick

Magic Items [9]: a dull gold coin (2), a mangled steel spoon, a bound blue crystal (2), a bound black crystal (2), a black crystal, an impure potion

Scrolls [3]: a luminous scroll, a burnt scroll, a crumbling scroll

Gems [3]: an Eye-of-Koar emerald (3)

Forageables [1]: a hot pepper

Skins [3]: a bundle of hinterboar manes (3)

Food/Drink [1]: a squashed bug

Clothing [4]: a Northwatch bond note, a small bright yellow spider, an inlaid gold ring, a silver snowflake-shaped relic

Special [31]: a rough fiery copper drawing, a rectangular green crystal bottle (3), a rectangular opal-sheened card (5), some apple bourbon lipbalm, a dark silvery vial of dye, a copper-tipped long silver needle, a frosted glass bottle of tattoo ink, a tall jar of pallid grey salve, a Lumnis schedule (2), faenor coin, some glossy ebon leather reins, a kraken-stamped coin, a ridge-edged painted wooden coin, a heart-shaped ruby red mirror, some flint, a large jar of pallid grey salve, an enchanted crucible (2), an enchanted kiln (2), a vaalin map of Icemule coin, a Chronomage day pass, a carved bright red strawberry, a pale grey-edged parchment

Misc [1]: a scratched coin

Total items: 62

A cowled twilight alchemist inscribes a burning blue-black sigil in the air as it intones a low chant.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

Falvicar's eyes glow with silver light, and a pillar of darkness manifests around a cowled twilight alchemist. a cowled twilight alchemist.

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +480 - TD: +423 + CvA: +25 + d100: +33 == +115

 Warding failed!

 Waves of sacred energy tear through the twilight alchemist's body!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor burns to head.  That hurt a bit.

** Darkness gathers around the twilight alchemist, speared through by pinpoints of white fire! **

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Burst of flames to right arm toasts skin to elbows.

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

>read scroll

It takes you a moment to focus on the luminous scroll.

On the luminous scroll you see

  (1701) Arcane Decoy

  (1408) Astral Spear

  (1417) Astral Vault

  (1414) Mana Burst

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

Falvicar rushes a cowled twilight alchemist, raising his somnis katana high to deliver a sound thrashing!

[SMR result: 120 (Open d100: 60, Bonus: 56)]

Falvicar brings his katana around in a tight arc to batter a cowled twilight alchemist into submission!

 AS: +629 vs DS: +897 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +45 = -184

  A clean miss.

You have an unpleasant sense of deja vu.

>read second scroll

It takes you a moment to focus on the burnt scroll.

On the burnt scroll you see

  (1214) Brace

  (1414) Mana Burst

  (1214) Brace

The vapors from one of a cowled twilight alchemist's potion bottles shake it abruptly free of its dazed state.

A cowled twilight alchemist completes its sigil with one hand while gesturing at Falvicar!

 CS: +504 - TD: +413 + CvA: -31 + d100: +25 - -5 == +90

 Warded off!

 A dull grey beam snakes out toward Falvicar, but dissipates upon impact.

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.

You explode into a fury of strikes and ripostes, moving with a singular purpose and will!

You attempt to jab a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have decent positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 1150 = 0.558 * MM: 89 + d100: 70 = 119

 ... and hit for 2 points of damage!

 Quick jab to right hand only twists a finger.

 Strike leaves foe vulnerable to a followup kick attack!

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have decent positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1150 = 0.540 * MM: 101 + d100: 13 = 67

 A close miss!

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have decent positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1150 = 0.540 * MM: 104 + d100: 4 = 60

 A close miss!

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have decent positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1150 = 0.540 * MM: 95 + d100: 38 = 89

 A close miss!

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have decent positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1150 = 0.540 * MM: 94 + d100: 35 = 85

 A close miss!

Your series of strikes and ripostes leaves you winded and out of position.

Roundtime: 7 sec.

[ MStrike Cooldown: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]

[SMR result: 135 (Open d100: 58, Bonus: 22)]

Falvicar brings his katana around in a tight arc to batter a cowled twilight alchemist into submission!

[SSR result: 113 (Open d100: 40)]

A cowled twilight alchemist goes limp as it is rendered unconscious!

** For a split second, the striations of Falvicar's somnis katana expand into a sinuous pearlescent mist that rushes towards the twilight alchemist, enveloping it entirely and causing it to collapse, fast asleep! **

** Falvicar's somnis katana glows brightly for a moment, consuming the magical energies around the twilight alchemist! **

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

A murky veil coats a cowled twilight alchemist.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

 AS: +629 vs DS: +748 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +31 = -49

  A clean miss.

A cowled twilight alchemist is awakened by Falvicar's attack!

[SMR result: 135 (Open d100: 35, Bonus: 42)]

Falvicar brings his katana around in a tight arc to batter a cowled twilight alchemist into submission!

 AS: +629 vs DS: +748 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +97 = +17

  A clean miss.

[SMR result: 139 (Open d100: 39, Bonus: 42)]

Falvicar brings his katana around in a tight arc to batter a cowled twilight alchemist into submission!

[SSR result: 259 (Open d100: 186)]

A cowled twilight alchemist goes limp as it is rendered unconscious!

** For a split second, the striations of Falvicar's somnis katana expand into a sinuous pearlescent mist that rushes towards the twilight alchemist, enveloping it entirely and causing it to collapse, fast asleep! **

 AS: +655 vs DS: +748 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +54 = +0

  A clean miss.

A cowled twilight alchemist is awakened by Falvicar's attack!

[SMR result: 169 (Open d100: 70, Bonus: 42)]

Falvicar brings his katana around in a tight arc to batter a cowled twilight alchemist into submission!

 AS: +655 vs DS: +748 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +78 = +24

  A clean miss.

With a final, explosive breath, Falvicar pulls his katana back to a ready position.

A cowled twilight alchemist clambers to its feet, its alchemical vials and bottles clacking together perilously.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist, the Falvicar disk and the Opalina disk.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious paths: northwest

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have good positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1073 = 0.579 * MM: 107 + d100: 43 = 105

 ... and hit for 2 points of damage!

 Awkward kick just brushes the throat.  The twilight alchemist sticks its neck out for nobody!

Roundtime: 4 sec.

Falvicar swings a silver-edged somnis katana at a cowled twilight alchemist!

** Falvicar's somnis katana glows brightly for a moment, consuming the magical energies around the twilight alchemist! **

[SMR result: 151 (Open d100: 79, Bonus: 29)]

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Strips of flesh flayed from the twilight alchemist's back.

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

 AS: +655 vs DS: +812 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +25 = -93

  A clean miss.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.

...wait 4 seconds.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist that appears stunned, the Falvicar disk and the Opalina disk.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious paths: northwest

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You hear the soft tinkle of rolling dice, followed by the sound of coins dropping!

You have good positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1073 = 0.579 * MM: 115 + d100: 71 = 137

 ... and hit for 35 points of damage!

 Well-aimed side kick gives the twilight alchemist a limp!

 The twilight alchemist is knocked to its knees!

The twilight alchemist starts to favor its wounded right leg!

Riotous silvery white energy races along the surface of the boots, slender tendrils rising up to coalesce into the ethereal form of a burly bear.

• • Lifting its lip to expose sharp teeth in a growl, a burly ethereal bear lumbers forward with a deafening growl as a band of wispy silvery white bears roil forth in an angry torrent! **

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong wrist lock, tendons strained!

  It is knocked to the ground!

Roundtime: 4 sec.

Falvicar concentrates deeply for a moment.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

The vapors from one of a cowled twilight alchemist's potion bottles shake it abruptly free of its dazed state.

A cowled twilight alchemist clambers to its feet, its alchemical vials and bottles clacking together perilously.

Falvicar swings a silver-edged somnis katana at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +670 vs DS: +810 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +89 = -12

  A clean miss.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales. You also see a cowled twilight alchemist, the Falvicar disk and the Opalina disk.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious paths: northwest

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have good positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1085 = 0.573 * MM: 112 + d100: 58 = 122

 ... and hit for 29 points of damage!

 Well-aimed side kick gives the twilight alchemist a limp!

  A cowled twilight alchemist falls to the ground grasping its mangled right leg!

 The twilight alchemist is stunned!

Roundtime: 4 sec.

The otherworldly glow illuminating a cowled twilight alchemist's form twinkles away.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

Falvicar's eyes glow with silver light, and a pillar of darkness manifests around a cowled twilight alchemist. a cowled twilight alchemist.

 CS: +480 - TD: +423 + CvA: +25 + d100: +38 == +120

 Warding failed!

 Waves of sacred energy tear through the twilight alchemist's body!

  ... 32 points of damage!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Burst of flames char abdomen a crispy black.

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have good positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 1029 = 0.604 * MM: 128 + d100: 70 = 147

 ... and hit for 39 points of damage!

 Well-aimed side kick gives the twilight alchemist a limp!

The twilight alchemist starts to favor its wounded left leg!

Riotous silvery white energy races along the surface of the boots, slender tendrils rising up to coalesce into the ethereal form of a burly bear.

• • Lifting its lip to expose sharp teeth in a growl, a burly ethereal bear lumbers forward with a deafening growl as a band of wispy silvery white bears roil forth in an angry torrent! **

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Impressive chest grapple snaps ribs!

Roundtime: 4 sec.

You feel recovered from your whirlwind flurry of strikes.

The vapors from one of a cowled twilight alchemist's potion bottles shake it abruptly free of its dazed state.

A cowled twilight alchemist inscribes a burning blue-black sigil in the air as it intones a low chant.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

A brilliant aura begins to radiate from Falvicar!

 CS: +480 - TD: +423 + CvA: +25 + d100: +54 == +136

 Warding failed!

 A cowled twilight alchemist gapes in awe, visibly struggling against Falvicar's radiant aura!

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.

You explode into a fury of strikes and ripostes, moving with a singular purpose and will!

You attempt to kick a cowled twilight alchemist!

You have good positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 622 vs UDF: 976 = 0.637 * MM: 129 + d100: 32 = 114

 ... and hit for 26 points of damage!

 Well-aimed side kick gives the twilight alchemist a limp!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist recovers from being rebuked, regaining its composure.

Your series of strikes and ripostes leaves you winded and out of position.

Roundtime: 5 sec.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.

Falvicar ponders.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, light shimmering wetly off of the scales of its tail.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia snatches up an orb-capped ebonwood runestaff!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia lifts its voice in an ululating song, engulfing you in its dreamy melody!

[SSR result: 55 (Open d100: 8)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's unearthly allure fails to entice you.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales. You also see a severe stygian soutane, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, the Falvicar disk and the Opalina disk.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious paths: northwest

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.

You explode into a fury of strikes and ripostes, moving with a singular purpose and will!

You attempt to jab a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

You have decent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 792 = 0.810 * MM: 103 + d100: 7 = 90

 A close miss!

You attempt to jab a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

You have decent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 792 = 0.810 * MM: 99 + d100: 37 = 117

 ... and hit for 1 point of damage!

 Fast but ineffective blow to left hip.

You attempt to jab a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

You have decent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 792 = 0.810 * MM: 105 + d100: 5 = 90

 A close miss!

You attempt to jab a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

You have decent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 792 = 0.810 * MM: 97 + d100: 43 = 121

 ... and hit for 1 point of damage!

 Hasty strike to chest doesn't do much harm.

 Strike leaves foe vulnerable to a followup punch attack!

You attempt to punch a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

You have good positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 792 = 0.810 * MM: 112 + d100: 17 = 107

 ... and hit for 2 points of damage!

 Lackluster strike to right arm fails to impress.

Your series of strikes and ripostes leaves you winded and out of position.

Roundtime: 6 sec.

[ MStrike Cooldown: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]

   **** A fractal display of silvery white motes bursts from a golvern and villswood totem dangling a soft grey penguin feather as a burly bear suddenly erupts into being, the semitransparent figure moving to try to shield you from the attack with an angry growl.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's too-lovely features twist with wrath as it swings an orb-capped ebonwood runestaff at you!

 AS: +603 vs DS: +627 with AvD: +3 + d100 roll: +88 = +67

  A clean miss.

You attempt to punch a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

You have good positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 642 vs UDF: 801 = 0.801 * MM: 119 + d100: 33 = 128

 ... and hit for 26 points of damage!

 Strike to shoulder blade briefly staggers foe!

 The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

 Strike leaves foe vulnerable to a followup grapple attack!

** Your selshis skin gloves release a quivering wave of disruption! **

  ... 40 points of damage!

  The sleek-scaled lamia's right eye boils away, stewing the brain as well.

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

A soft feeling of serenity touches your mind, providing you with a clearer understanding of recent events.

Falvicar gazes meditatively at a silver-edged somnis longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.

You have 7275 points of tripled experience followed by 7300 points of doubled experience remaining on your Gift of Lumnis. It is scheduled to refresh in 4 days, 21 hours and 17 minutes.

>prep 111

As you begin the incantation for Fire Spirit, the ground beneath you ripples with multihued elemental mana, slowly unfurling into wispy tendrils of colorful light.

Your spell is ready.

>cast door

You gesture at a heavily ensigiled door.

You launch a flare at a heavily ensigiled door!

The ensigiled door grows warm to the touch then quickly cools off.

Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.

(Forcing stance down to guarded)

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales. You also see a severe stygian soutane, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, the Falvicar disk and the Opalina disk.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar

Obvious paths: northwest

You feel recovered from your whirlwind flurry of strikes.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures at a heavily ensigiled door.

Nothing happens.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

--You also noticed a door a few paces back. It appeared locked.

You remove a silvery white bearskin coat lined with ermine from in your eahnor-plated case.

You wear a silvery white bearskin coat lined with ermine.

In the white bearskin coat:

Magic Items [6]: a blue crystal (2), a black crystal (3), a white crystal

Special [1]: a Chronomage day pass

Misc [1]: a tarnished coin

Total items: 8

The forceful strain in Falvicar's arms lessens.

>get spoon

You grab a mangled steel spoon from inside your elesine sack.

(Opalina atteempts to use her spoon in the lock.)

Falvicar gazes in amusement at you.

(Opalina fiddles with the spoon.)

You quietly exclaim, "What I used to be able to pick locks with anything in the day!"

Falvicar chortles softly at some secret joke.

You must unlock it with something.

A faint white aura flickers around you.

Falvicar begins to do his best to bandage his wounded chest.

You put a mangled steel spoon in your eahnor-plated case.

In the eahnor-plated case:

Weapons [1]: a belaying pin

Containers [3]: a kelyn-bolted haon flower press, a forest-painted pewter vasculum, a small fel coffin

Magic Items [1]: a mangled steel spoon

Food/Drink [4]: a tall glass of icy lemon water with a short wooden straw (2), a squat jug of sparkling metheglin decorated with a gold-embossed white label (2)

Clothing [2]: an elongated ur-barath rune, a violet-tinged lacewood contraption

Special [4]: a wide-bottomed steel still set with a blackened spigot, a dark leather folio stamped with the image of hop flowers, a dark sanguineous bottle, a fancy lacewood mechanism

Total items: 15

Falvicar reaches out and touches a heavily ensigiled door.

>look in coffin

In the fel coffin:

Magic Items [1]: a rotted pudgy finger

Special [1]: a rigid obsidian papyrus

Total items: 2

>get pin

You already have that.

>get pin from my case

You remove a belaying pin from in your eahnor-plated case.

>act use pin on door

(Opalina use pin on door.)

You analyze the belaying pin and sense that the item is free from merchant alteration restrictions.

You might be able to have a talented merchant lighten the belaying pin for you.

>look my pin

You see nothing unusual.

>pick door with my pin

That is not suitable for picking locks.

Falvicar's spirits are no longer lifted.

Your spirits are no longer lifted by stories of Kai's Triumphs.

The air stops shimmering around Falvicar.

The air stops shimmering around you.

You put a belaying pin in your eahnor-plated case.

>nw

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride northwest.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070305)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness. You also see a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Darphin disk, the Dwi disk and the Randsford disk.

Also here: Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Olgretien, Concierge Darphin, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Chamorr, Queatus, Roelon, Lord Randsford

Obvious paths: north, southeast

Falvicar followed.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's left arm looks better.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Lord Randsford's group just went north.

Queatus exclaims, "Thanks for the healing!"

You quietly say, "Comeover her."

>se

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride southeast.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales.

Obvious paths: northwest

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

>point door

You point at a heavily ensigiled door.

Falvicar gazes thoughtfully at a heavily ensigiled door.

Queatus just arrived.

You point at a heavily ensigiled door.

Queatus just went northwest.

Queatus just arrived.

You quietly say, "This one needs unlocked."

Falvicar says, "Can't bash it."

Falvicar shrugs.

Queatus asks, "Where did everybody else go?"

Queatus carefully removes his chainsil shroud, his expression somber. As he does, the air directly in front of him shimmers for a brief moment, and his eyes are locked on the effect until it fades away completely.

Queatus tosses a night black chainsil shroud into one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Queatus reaches inside one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier and grabs a small black ko'nag amoire inlaid in bone with crossed axes.

You peer northwest and see ...

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness.

Obvious paths: north, southeast

Queatus opens his black ko'nag armoire, then suddenly several articles of clothing fly off of him and into the armoire.

Queatus tosses a small black ko'nag amoire inlaid in bone with crossed axes into one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Queatus reaches inside one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier and grabs a small dark ebonwood armoire inlaid with a trio of ivory keys.

Queatus opens his dark ebonwood armoire, then suddenly several articles of clothing fly out of the armoire and onto him.

Queatus tosses a small dark ebonwood armoire inlaid with a trio of ivory keys into one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Queatus appears extremely focused.

You quietly ask, "Do you have a lockpick?"

Queatus begins to meticulously examine a heavily ensigiled door.

Having found a trap on the door, Queatus begins to attempt to disarm it...

Queatus peers thoughtfully into the lock mechanism of a heavily ensigiled door for a moment, then takes a small metal file and spends a moment scraping at the casing just inside the keyhole. He blows once into it and a small puff of greyish-white powder emerges. Queatus then removes a needle from his leather toolkit and slides it carefully into the hole, before making a decisive jab at something within. You hear a faint hissing noise, and another cloud of dust emerges from the door's lock.

Queatus nods.

You point at a heavily ensigiled door.

Falvicar nods appreciatively at Queatus.

You quietly ask, "Can you attempt to unlock that?"

Queatus says, "Yeah, I can open it."

You nod.

Queatus begins to meticulously examine a heavily ensigiled door.

Falvicar says, "Much obliged."

Queatus removes a vaalin-tipped antler tine from in his elesine jacket.

Queatus settles into the difficult task of picking the lock on a heavily ensigiled door.

Then...CLICK! It opens!

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

>open door

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

You open a heavily ensigiled door.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

>go door

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride through a heavily ensigiled door.

[The Bastion, Sky Cell - ] (u4070308)

Cold night wind scours the cell, which holds little comfort or shelter save the shadows of a half-wall near to its door. Blackened steel shackles are riveted to one wall, their interiors stained with old blood. The western wall is cut away to reveal open air and a deadly drop down to the village below.

Also here: Talliver

Obvious paths: none

Falvicar followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Falvicar nods to Talliver in greeting.

>hold talliver

Talliver pulls his hand away from you.

Talliver makes a wheezing sound.

Falvicar says, "Talliver."

You quietly say, "Talliver."

The voice of Queatus says, "Hello."

You quietly say, "We are here to get you out."

The voice of Queatus says, "Lot of critters out there."

You see Talliver Dabbings.

He appears to be a Paradis Halfling.

He is tallish and has a fighter's build.  He appears to be in the prime of life.  He has stern glacial blue eyes and weathered skin.  He has short-cropped, greying curly brown hair worn in a military cut.  He has a hard face and a sharp nose.  His wiry arms are corded with muscle.  He has more than a few scars.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing some stained rags.

Talliver asks, "Did you... come alone?"

The voice of Queatus says, "I can give it a go."

You quietly say, "No there are others here."

Falvicar says, "No, the lot of us are here."

Queatus just arrived.

Talliver says, "I have no weapons, nor armor."

Falvicar asks, "Are you hurt?"

Talliver says, "Just a bit weak, I fear."

Queatus says, "Hmm."

Falvicar says, "You can borrow my longknife."

Falvicar nods at Talliver.

Falvicar says, "If that works."

Talliver nods at Falvicar.

Falvicar removes a silver-edged somnis longknife from in his leather back sheath.

Queatus says, "Somebody gotta go find the others."

Falvicar offers Talliver a silver-edged somnis longknife.

Queatus asks, "Where did they go?"

Queatus no longer appears focused.

Talliver accepts Falvicar's somnis longknife.

Talliver says, speaking to Falvicar, "I shall be careful."

>look

[The Bastion, Sky Cell - ] (u4070308)

Cold night wind scours the cell, which holds little comfort or shelter save the shadows of a half-wall near to its door. Blackened steel shackles are riveted to one wall, their interiors stained with old blood. The western wall is cut away to reveal open air and a deadly drop down to the village below. You also see the Opalina disk and the Falvicar disk.

Also here: Queatus, Chronicler Falvicar, Talliver

Obvious paths: none

>peer out

You peer out but see nothing of interest.

Queatus says, "I got an extra axe if you'd rather."

Queatus put a well-worn serrated-edged waraxe in his black leather baldric.

Falvicar says, "I dont have etra amor on me though."

Falvicar shrugs.

Falvicar asks, speaking to Talliver, "Do you need herbs?"

Queatus removes a razor-sharp ghezyte tomahawk from in his spidersilk pack.

Talliver asks, speaking to Falvicar, "I need to get home. What's the plan?"

Queatus says, "I'mma go kill some of those things."

Talliver's entire body tenses as he tightens his grip on his somnis longknife.

Queatus asks, "Did any of you see where the others went?"

A pale white aura dances across your plumille houppelande.

Queatus says, "I looked up and they were gone."

You quietly say, "We have ELLEREL needs to summon us back."

Falvicar says, "We need to clear outside first, but ELLEREL will summon us back."

You quietly say, "He'll need to summon us back."

ELLEREL's voice whispers something, but the message is garbled and weak.

The voice of Queatus says, "Be right back."

You quietly say, "We may need to leave this room."

Talliver asks, "ELLEREL--is he here with you?"

You quietly say, "No he's in town."

Falvicar says, "I'll try to keep the enemies on me."

Falvicar looks over at Talliver and shakes his head.

You are unable to determine what lies beyond the ensigiled door.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Falvicar, coalescing into a radiant aura.

You feel Falvicar's protection extend to you as an incandescent veil coalesces around you.

Talliver nods at Falvicar.

Gripping his somnis katana in both hands, Falvicar sweeps it across his body, preparing to defend himself.

Talliver joins your group.

The voice of Queatus says, "Lot of em out there."

Talliver nods.

Falvicar says, "Join Opalina if you will, Mayor."

You quietly ask, "Alot of critters?"

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Falvicar, coalescing into a radiant aura.

You feel Falvicar's protection extend to you as an incandescent veil coalesces around you.

Queatus comes out of hiding.

Queatus put a razor-sharp ghezyte tomahawk in his black leather baldric.

Queatus reaches inside one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier and grabs a small dark ebonwood armoire inlaid with a trio of ivory keys.

Queatus opens his dark ebonwood armoire, then suddenly several articles of clothing fly off of him and into the armoire.

Queatus tosses a small dark ebonwood armoire inlaid with a trio of ivory keys into one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Queatus reaches inside one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier and grabs a small black ko'nag amoire inlaid in bone with crossed axes.

Queatus opens his black ko'nag armoire, then suddenly several articles of clothing fly out of the armoire and onto him.

Queatus tosses a small black ko'nag amoire inlaid in bone with crossed axes into one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier.

Queatus reaches inside one of the dark driftwood cases hanging from his ghezyte-buckled bandolier and grabs a night black chainsil shroud.

Queatus gently layers his chainsil shroud over his neckline, his fingers lingering momentarily against its soft fabric. As he does, for the briefest moment a calculating expression flickers across his face.

Queatus removes a razor-sharp ghezyte tomahawk from in his black leather baldric.

Talliver nods at Falvicar.

Queatus says, "One sec."

Talliver says, "I am following."

Queatus asks, "We gonna fight em?"

You quietly say, "Im ready."

Queatus says, "Or run through."

Falvicar says, "Run by."

You quietly ask, "We can run to the group?"

You quietly say, "Watch for stuns."

Falvicar says, "Safety in number."

Falvicar nods.

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

Queatus says, "Lemme scout."

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Queatus says, "Be right back."

Falvicar gestures at Talliver.

A wall of force surrounds Talliver.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Falvicar, coalescing into a radiant aura.

You feel Falvicar's protection extend to you as an incandescent veil coalesces around you.

[ Beacon of Courage: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]

Talliver says, "We should follow."

Talliver points at a heavily ensigiled door.

>go door

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride through a heavily ensigiled door.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070307)

Gusts of wind from the north and south squabble over the squalid section of corridor, so fierce as to have worn the stones of the walls smooth in their contest. All but one of the torches ensconced along the inner wall have burnt out, leaving the corridor fitfully lit by unsettling violet radiance. Opposite it, a heavily ensigiled door inset with panels of soot grey krodera guards a single cell that is open to the cruel night gales. You also see a faceless dark-swathed myling, a faceless dark-swathed myling, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, a rawboned veteran duskblade and a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Obvious paths: northwest

Falvicar and Talliver followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Talliver whirls into a deadly form, lashing and driving with his a silver-edged somnis longknife in an all-out onslaught.

[SMR result: 105 (Open d100: 21)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Quick slash to the dark-swathed myling's upper right arm!

  Just a nick.

[SMR result: 171 (Open d100: 82)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Wild upward slash removes the dark-swathed myling's face from its skull!

  Interesting way to die.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

[SMR result: 173 (Open d100: 87)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Slashing blow to chest knocks the sleek-scaled lamia back a few paces!

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

[SMR result: 101 (Open d100: 19)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 3 points of damage!

  Quick slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's upper left arm!

  Just a nick.

[SMR result: 117 (Open d100: 39)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Diagonal slash to the veteran duskblade's weapon arm.

  Strike misses but bruises a few knuckles.

[SMR result: 101 (Open d100: 23)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Deft slash across chest draws blood!

  The veteran duskblade takes a deep breath.

A faceless dark-swathed myling hurtles in, its tiny feet making no sound.

A faceless dark-swathed myling hurtles in, its tiny feet making no sound.

>nw

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers about in a cautious circle, slit-pupiled eyes combing the shadows.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia smirks as it lashes out with its tail, revealing Raelee, who was invisible!

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride northwest.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070305)

The floor, cut from huge cubes of lightless basalt, is immaculately clean before a riveted ebonwood door with an arched mantel that features a two-headed serpent in relief. One torch to its left burns with natural flame, while another ensconced to its right is an unearthly violet. Their hues paint the serpentine heads and make the slit-pupiled eyes seem to dance in the uncertain darkness. You also see a rawboned veteran duskblade, a cowled twilight alchemist, a rawboned veteran duskblade, a rawboned veteran duskblade, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, a cowled twilight alchemist, a cowled twilight alchemist, a rawboned veteran duskblade and a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Obvious paths: north, southeast

Falvicar and Talliver followed.

>n

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia appears barely enthralled by the miasma of fog-hued mist.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia whips out with its tail and attempts to crush you in its coils!

At the last moment, Falvicar parries the blow with his katana!

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

A cowled twilight alchemist appears barely enthralled by the miasma of fog-hued mist.

A cowled twilight alchemist hurls a viscous green potion at Falvicar and it detonates in a spray of corrosive acid!

 AS: +488 vs DS: +630 with AvD: +15 + d100 roll: +10 = -117

  A clean miss.

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride north.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see a fleshless arm, a salt-crusted soft blue crab pincer mottled with barnacles, a pair of gnarled arms, some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers, a salt-crusted brick red crab pincer mottled with brown, a pair of mangled arms, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears immobilized, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a rotting haon box, a weathered thanot coffer, a heavy quartz orb, a small black pearl, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a cowled twilight alchemist that is lying down, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a pair of skeletal arms, a decayed arm, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, the Randsford disk, the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead and obvious signs of someone hiding.

Also here: Concierge Darphin who is an animated corpse, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Wolfloner, Urchin Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Olgretien, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Chamorr, Roelon, Lord Randsford

Obvious exits: northeast, south

Falvicar and Talliver followed.

Lithyia stumbles slightly as she leaps from hiding, revealing herself in the process.

Lithyia uncoils from the shadows, her rolaren dagger poised to eviscerate a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

[SMR result: 291 (Open d100: 70, Bonus: 124)]

Catching it unaware, she carves into a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with cruel and ruthless savagery!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Awkward slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's stomach!

  Everyone needs another belly button.

  ... 76 points of damage!

Blood sprays from the sleek-scaled lamia's abdomen in a crimson arc!

  ... 52 points of damage!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

[SSR result: 168 (Open d100: 86)]

A cowled twilight alchemist freezes in place, shaking with terror!

Upon witnessing Lithyia's vicious display, a cowled twilight alchemist appears profoundly unsettled.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +598 - TD: +479 + CvA: +25 + d125: +15 == +159

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 21 points of damage!

A cowled twilight alchemist is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Right arm scorched so bad it might as well be gone.

  The alchemist's ebonwood runestaff falls to the ground.

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

  ... 70 points of damage!

  Deadly accuracy shatters the twilight alchemist's spine into a thousand tiny icy shards!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

A dull polychromatic glow suffuses the sable leather tricorn as it absorbs some power.

With a clack and clatter of bottles, a cowled twilight alchemist strides in.

Dwi lets loose an eerie, modulating cry!

[SSR result: 102 (Open d100: 15)]

A cowled twilight alchemist looks at Dwi in utter terror!

The voice of Queatus exclaims, "South!"

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +537 - TD: +482 + CvA: +25 + d100: +33 == +113

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 10 points of damage!

A cowled twilight alchemist is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor burns to chest.  That hurts a bit.

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Slivers of ice slice the twilight alchemist's throat into ribbons of flesh and blood!

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Hard jolt knocks the twilight alchemist back on its heels.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Good blow to the abdomen!

Lilanna swings a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +440 vs DS: +768 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +4 = -294

  A clean miss.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

An ominous shadow falls over your surroundings as a whistling hail of arrows arcs down from above!

[SMR result: 327 (Open d100: 160, Bonus: 120)]

An arrow skewers a cowled twilight alchemist!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Strike to temple! Saved by a thick skull!

Riotous nebulous ivory energy races along the surface of the yumi, slender tendrils rising up to coalesce into the ethereal form of a venerable owl.

• • Talons extended and wings flared, a venerable ethereal owl dives down with an ear-piercing squawk as a parliament of wispy nebulous ivory owls roil forth in an angry torrent! **

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Finger and wrist grappled, twists hand!

  It is knocked to the ground!

A turbulent cloud of nebulous ivory light lashes out from an asymmetrical yumi with an echoing squawk!

Rage fills the alchemist's eyes as its body tenses up.

The arrow breaks into tiny fragments.

Sorlu gazes in amusement at Aliashyrah.

Talliver whirls into a deadly form, lashing and driving with his a silver-edged somnis longknife in an all-out onslaught.

[SMR result: 260 (Open d100: 50, Bonus: 125)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 60 points of damage!

  Slash to the twilight alchemist's lower back!

  Kidneys sliced and diced!

  Death is slow and painful.

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

A decayed arm thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

The mirror images surrounding Lilanna undulate and grow stronger.

Lilanna renews her songs.

A pair of mangled arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Falvicar says, "We've the mayor."

The voice of Queatus exclaims, "Now!"

The bruises around Tolene's neck fade.

A rawboned veteran duskblade marches in, its coming heralded by the tenebrous fabric of its billowing cloak.

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +796 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +93 = +23

  A clean miss.

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

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +796 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +89 = +19

  A clean miss.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Draelor closes his eyes for a moment as he slowly raises his hands to shoulder-level. You hear and feel a resounding low thrumming sound just as a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing the area!

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +16 == +64

 Warded off!

The veteran duskblade manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

As swiftly as the chaos came to be, it recedes again into the surroundings.

Randsford glances at Talliver.

Opalina and Falvicar Rejoin the GROUP with Talliver

You quietly say, "We are here."

Perigourd glances at Talliver.

An ominous shadow falls over your surroundings as a whistling hail of arrows arcs down from above!

[SMR result: 28 (Open d100: -24)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade dodges an incoming arrow!

The air clears as the deadly volley of arrows abates.

Lilanna swings a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

By amazing chance, the veteran duskblade evades the attack!

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see a rawboned veteran duskblade, the Opalina disk, the Falvicar disk, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, an orb-capped ebonwood runestaff, a fleshless arm, a salt-crusted soft blue crab pincer mottled with barnacles, a pair of gnarled arms, some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers, a salt-crusted brick red crab pincer mottled with brown, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a rotting haon box, a weathered thanot coffer, a heavy quartz orb, a small black pearl, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a pair of skeletal arms, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, the Randsford disk, the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead and obvious signs of someone hiding.

Also here: Chronicler Falvicar, Talliver, Concierge Darphin who is an animated corpse, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Wolfloner, Urchin Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Olgretien, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Chamorr, Roelon, Lord Randsford

Obvious exits: northeast, south

A chill breeze swirls about Roelon as he gestures and utters a phrase of magic.

Roelon gestures.

An invisible force guides Roelon.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

A pair of skeletal arms quickly snatch at a rawboned veteran duskblade, dragging it down before retreating into the floor!

  ... 1 point of damage!

  Attempt to grab from behind shrugged off.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Draelor closes his eyes for a moment as he slowly raises his hands to shoulder-level. You hear and feel a resounding low thrumming sound just as a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing the area!

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +51 == +99

 Warded off!

The veteran duskblade manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

As swiftly as the chaos came to be, it recedes again into the surroundings.

Geijon exclaims, "Talliver!"

Roelon relaxes a little.

A gray haze hovers for a moment.

The voice of Lithyia exclaims, "Talliver!"

Dwi lets loose an echoing shout!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

A salt-crusted brick red crab pincer mottled with brown quickly snatches at a rawboned veteran duskblade, holding it down before retreating into the floor!

A menacing figure uncoils from the shadows, her rolaren dagger poised to eviscerate a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 151 (Open d100: 20, Bonus: 30)]

Catching it unaware, she carves into a rawboned veteran duskblade with cruel and ruthless savagery!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Awkward slash to the veteran duskblade's stomach!

  Everyone needs another belly button.

  ... 20 points of damage!

Blood sprays from the veteran duskblade's abdomen in a crimson arc!

  ... 12 points of damage!

The figure quickly disappears from view.

Talliver whirls into a deadly form, lashing and driving with his a silver-edged somnis longknife in an all-out onslaught.

[SMR result: 174 (Open d100: 73, Bonus: 23)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Awkward slash to the veteran duskblade's stomach!

  Everyone needs another belly button.

Queatus comes out of hiding.

Gutstorm waves to Talliver.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 132 (Open d100: 34, Bonus: 22)]

Several of the thorns jab into the duskblade!

  ... hits for 25 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left leg.

  ... hits for 20 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left arm.

  ... hits for 18 points of damage!

  ... 3 points of damage!

  Minor strike to the neck.

Soot brown specks of leaf mold trail in the wake of a rawboned veteran duskblade's movements, distorted by a murky haze.

A rawboned veteran duskblade begins to look a little better.

Sorlu leaps from hiding to attack!

Sorlu swings a dwarven slaughtering axe at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +606 vs DS: +540 with AvD: +37 + d100 roll: +76 = +179

  ... and hits for 60 points of damage!

  Mighty swing separates head from shoulders.

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

A dull bilious jade glow suffuses the fitted vultite coat-of-plates as it absorbs some power.

Perigourd stows his bastard sword in his faewood scabbard with a flash of vibrant forest green radiance. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds lingers briefly in the air. A brief shimmer of honey amber light erupts from inside the scabbard along with a muffled huff.

Falvicar asks, "Who to join?"

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

You quietly say, "'we need to get out of here."

Perigourd removes a tiny peahen automaton from in his green leather cloak.

Perigourd turns the small key on the underside of his peahen automaton, releasing it as a series of small clicks causes the peahen to unfurl its gear-affixed tailfeathers. A loud, ear-piercing scream reverberates through its open beak, the tiny automaton screeching to a halt as it rests within Perigourd's palm.

Falvicar says, "Or better."

You quietly say, "JOin on me."

Some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Perigourd put a tiny peahen automaton in his green leather cloak.

Perigourd draws a sephwir-handled Selanthian bastard sword engraved with runes of nature from his faewood scabbard. The sword traces an arc of vibrant forest green radiance in its wake. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds fills the air for a moment. A ripple of honey amber light shimmers over the surface of the sword as a faint huff vibrates through it.

Randsford joins your group.

The warmth works its way toward you, and your shield arm feels much more nimble.

[ Divine Shield: +9:59:00, 9:58:59 remaining. ]

Falvicar points at you!

The ghostly voice of Darphin says, "Doing good on the quiet thing."

Missoni winces.

Dwi joins your group.

Wolfloner comes out of hiding.

Wolfloner joins your group.

Lithyia comes out of hiding.

Lithyia joins your group.

Elronae joins your group.

Queatus joins your group.

Sorlu joins your group.

A pair of gnarled arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

You notice your companion Lithyia slip away into hiding.

Jehance joins your group.

Your spirit is empowered with an overwhelming sense of determination and resolve.

Olgretien joins your group.

Aliashyrah joins your group.

Your spirit is bolstered by a great sense of faith and conviction.

You feel more secure basking in the glow of divine protection.

[ Benediction: +0:20:00, 0:19:59 remaining. ]

[ Warding Sphere: +0:20:00, 0:19:59 remaining. ]

Talliver gives a weary nod.

Gutstorm joins your group.

Geijon joins your group.

The cuts on Tolene's left leg close and the bruises fade.

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

Lilanna joins your group.

Draelor is momentarily distracted, but appears to lose complete interest in the miasma of fog-hued mist.

You notice your companion Lithyia emerge from hiding nearby.

Queatus put a razor-sharp ghezyte tomahawk in his black leather baldric.

Tolene joins your group.

Queatus removes a well-worn serrated-edged waraxe from in his black leather baldric.

A salt-crusted soft blue crab pincer mottled with barnacles thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Lithyia searches a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A pall of shadow falls over a rawboned veteran duskblade's form, leaving nothing behind.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

A gray haze covers the ground for a moment.

Draelor joins your group.

Perigourd joins your group.

Lithyia searches a cowled twilight alchemist.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Geijon moves over to Talliver and stands ready to protect him from attack.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind her, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. She surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in her wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

A faceless dark-swathed myling blends with the surrounding darkness as Geijon tries to attack it, materializing several paces away and leaving Geijon out of position!

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind her, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. She surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in her wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

A fleshless arm quickly snatches at a cowled twilight alchemist, dragging it down before retreating into the floor!

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

Falvicar nods at Roelon.

Lithyia searches a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

>think to ELLEREL we are ready!

With a broad flourish, Queatus sweeps his serrated-edged waraxe into a whirling display of keen-edged menace!

[SMR result: 183 (Open d100: 41, Bonus: 32)]

In a fluid whirl, Queatus sweeps his blade at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +715 vs DS: +739 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +7 = +13

  A clean miss.

In a fluid whirl, Queatus sweeps his blade at a cowled twilight alchemist!

   **** Spiraling threads of misty green light extend from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers with a challenging raven's caw, the motes encasing Queatus's arm in incandescence and sinking into his skin.

 AS: +730 vs DS: +823 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +76 = +13

  A clean miss.

Queatus's blade licks out at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia in a blurred arc!

 AS: +730 vs DS: +674 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +25 = +119

  ... and hits for 14 points of damage!

  Flattened the sleek-scaled lamia's left hand.

Queatus's waraxe strikes one of the bony protrusions on a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms and it is wrenched out of his grasp!

The serrated-edged waraxe falls into the shadows!

Queatus turns, blade spinning in his hand toward a rawboned veteran duskblade!

   **** Spiraling threads of misty green light extend from a smooth balsawood idol fringed with several raven feathers with a challenging raven's caw, the motes encasing Queatus's arm in incandescence and sinking into his skin.

 AS: +689 vs DS: +482 with AvD: +1 + d100 roll: +92 = +300

  ... and hits for 13 points of damage!

  Blow to the head causes the veteran duskblade's ears to ring!

In a fluid whirl, Queatus sweeps his blade at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +689 vs DS: +784 with AvD: +25 + d100 roll: +97 = +27

  A clean miss.

Queatus angles his blade at a rawboned veteran duskblade in a crosswise slash!

The veteran duskblade barely dodges the attack!

Queatus remains watchful and ready to move.

Olgretien looks determined and focused.

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

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +823 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +80 = -20

  A clean miss.

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Olgretien!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

The sleek-scaled lamia evades the attack by inches!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +707 vs DS: +474 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +66 = +333

  ... and hits for 108 points of damage!

  Shield arm mangled horribly.

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

A faceless dark-swathed myling blends with the surrounding darkness as Olgretien tries to attack it, materializing several paces away and leaving Olgretien out of position!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +784 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +50 = -11

  A clean miss.

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +564 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +53 = +215

  ... and hits for 91 points of damage!

  Lucky shot severs left hand and sends it flying.

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

You concentrate on projecting your thoughts but something seems to be blocking them.

You hear someone intoning a short, mystical phrase...

Wolfloner comes out of hiding.

Wolfloner gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A wave of snapping and crackling ethereal ripples moves outward from Wolfloner.

[SMR result: 165 (Open d100: 48, Bonus: 41)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Nasty shock to left leg stiffens joints.  Nice and painful.

[SMR result: 105 (Open d100: 39)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Light shock to abdomen.  That stings!

[SMR result: 79 (Open d100: 10, Bonus: 1)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves, but is unaffected.

[SMR result: 112 (Open d100: 19)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Heavy spark to left leg.  The dark-swathed myling cringes in surprise.

[SMR result: 140 (Open d100: 69)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Heavy shock to left leg.  Gonna limp for awhile.

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

[SMR result: 210 (Open d100: 79, Bonus: 44)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Massive electrical shock to the left leg destroys flesh.  What remains is useless.

  A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia falls to the ground grasping its mangled left leg!

[SMR result: 112 (Open d100: 37)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Light shock to left arm.  That stings!

[SMR result: 116 (Open d100: 34)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Mild electric jolt sends the dark-swathed myling into spasms.

Perigourd lets loose a nerve-shattering bellow!

[SSR result: 41 (Open d100: -46)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is unaffected!

[SSR result: 167 (Open d100: 68)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 148 (Open d100: 43)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 220 (Open d100: 94)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 120 (Open d100: 30)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 144 (Open d100: 30)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 256 (Open d100: 151)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 157 (Open d100: 46)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 170 (Open d100: 83)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 227 (Open d100: 113)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 124 (Open d100: 19)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 125 (Open d100: 23)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 97 (Open d100: 16)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is unaffected!

[SSR result: 160 (Open d100: 73)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 133 (Open d100: 19)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 191 (Open d100: 80)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 123 (Open d100: 33)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 160 (Open d100: 61)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 184 (Open d100: 79)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is startled enough to lose initiative!

[SSR result: 265 (Open d100: 154)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is startled enough to lose initiative!

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

 CS: +537 - TD: +466 + CvA: 0 + d100: +59 == +130

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 21 points of damage!

A rawboned veteran duskblade is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Burst of flames to back toasts skin nicely.

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Hand freezes solid before falling off!  Who needs a left hand anyways?

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Heavy shock gives the veteran duskblade fits!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong blow to right arm breaks it!

Gutstorm forms several angular gestures while chanting rumbling phrases of power in the Dwarven tongue...

Gutstorm gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Numerous grotesque limbs in varying states of decay suddenly burst out of the floor! With startling speed and ferocity, the arms grab at whatever they can!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and pin it to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling, but it avoids their clutches.

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

Missoni says, speaking to Talliver, "Mayor, it is good to see you."

You notice your companion Lithyia slip away into hiding.

Draelor gestures while summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Draelor gestures at a rawboned veteran duskblade.

Draelor closes his eyes for a moment as he slowly raises his hands to shoulder-level. You hear and feel a resounding low thrumming sound just as a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing the area!

The surroundings advance upon a cowled twilight alchemist with relentless fury!

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +433 - TD: +405 + CvA: +25 + d100: +53 == +106

 Warding failed!

 A cluster of hard debris collides with a cowled twilight alchemist!

  ... 16 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Brushing blow to temple.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light strike to chest.

  ... 7 points of damage!

  Blow grazes right leg.

The surroundings advance upon a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +426 + CvA: +25 + d100: +94 == +126

 Warding failed!

 A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike to the chest breaks a rib!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left leg.

  ... 3 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the right arm.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Stubs left hand finger.

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +15 == +63

 Warded off!

The veteran duskblade manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

The surroundings advance upon a faceless dark-swathed myling with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +386 + CvA: +25 + d100: +17 == +89

 Warded off!

The dark-swathed myling manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

The surroundings advance upon a cowled twilight alchemist with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +402 + CvA: +25 + d100: +38 == +94

 Warded off!

The twilight alchemist manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

The surroundings advance upon a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +411 + CvA: +25 + d100: +95 == +142

 Warding failed!

 A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 23 points of damage!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the back.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the right arm.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the chest.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light blow to right arm.

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +433 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +20 == +68

 Warded off!

The veteran duskblade manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

As swiftly as the chaos came to be, it recedes again into the surroundings.

Talliver whirls into a deadly form, lashing and driving with his a silver-edged somnis longknife in an all-out onslaught.

[SMR result: 52 (Open d100: -57, Bonus: 23)]

A cowled twilight alchemist shies away from the flashing longknife, narrowly avoiding harm!

[SMR result: 95 (Open d100: 7, Bonus: 5)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia shies away from the flashing longknife, narrowly avoiding harm!

[SMR result: 260 (Open d100: 95, Bonus: 80)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 55 points of damage!

  Off-balanced slash!

  Enough force to sever the veteran duskblade's right hand!

  Amazing!

  The duskblade's black urglaes longsword falls to the ground.

[SMR result: 159 (Open d100: 50, Bonus: 21)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Feint left spins the dark-swathed myling around!

  Jagged slash to lower back.

[SMR result: 214 (Open d100: 57, Bonus: 68)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 75 points of damage!

  Masterful slash to the twilight alchemist's lower back!

  Spinal cord and life are just memories now.

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

[SMR result: 250 (Open d100: 78, Bonus: 80)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 60 points of damage!

  Bloody slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's side!

  Instant death, due to lack of intestines.

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

[SMR result: 283 (Open d100: 179, Bonus: 21)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Gruesome, slashing blow to the side of the veteran duskblade's head!

  Skull split open!  Brain (and life) vanishes in a fine mist.

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

[SMR result: 169 (Open d100: 62, Bonus: 21)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Strong slash to the dark-swathed myling's right leg!

  Muscles exposed!

  Not a pretty sight.

[SMR result: 148 (Open d100: 90, Bonus: 20)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Deft slash to the twilight alchemist's leg digs deep!

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

[SMR result: 171 (Open d100: 83)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Powerful slash just cracks the sleek-scaled lamia's weapon arm!

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

Roelon nods once.

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.

You explode into a fury of strikes and ripostes, moving with a singular purpose and will!

You attempt to jab a rawboned veteran duskblade!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have decent positioning against a rawboned veteran duskblade.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 444 = 1.536 * MM: 96 + d100: 59 = 206

 ... and hit for 8 points of damage!

 Quick blow to left knee makes the veteran duskblade wince!

The veteran duskblade starts to favor its wounded left leg!

 Strike leaves foe vulnerable to a followup punch attack!

You attempt to punch a rawboned veteran duskblade!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have good positioning against a rawboned veteran duskblade.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 438 = 1.557 * MM: 107 + d100: 75 = 241

 ... and hit for 56 points of damage!

 Fully extended punch crushes the bones in the veteran duskblade's left arm.

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

Your series of strikes and ripostes leaves you winded and out of position.

Roundtime: 5 sec.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

[ MStrike Cooldown: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]

You have an unpleasant sense of deja vu.

Geijon lets out a loud snarling growl and goes berserk!

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

** Polychromatic glitter gathers within the vaelfyren core of Missoni's surita staff before spiraling outward, the scintillating whorl settling like myriad tiny starflies across her form. **

A sphere of formless black ripples expands outward from Missoni.

[SMR result: 159 (Open d100: 31, Bonus: 113)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Knuckles in hand erupt, blood flows freely!

[SMR result: 161 (Open d100: 43, Bonus: 50)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Eyes burst followed by a stream of blood and brain, what a mess!

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

[SMR result: 181 (Open d100: 14, Bonus: 83)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 60 points of damage!

  Spine leaps out and shatters into many small pieces!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

[SMR result: 53 (Open d100: -86, Bonus: 65)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the formless black sphere, but is unaffected.

[SMR result: 169 (Open d100: 60, Bonus: 45)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the formless black sphere and is knocked to the ground.

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Neck erupts in a gory spurt of blood!

[SMR result: 141 (Open d100: 18, Bonus: 65)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Sternum snaps followed by many ribs!

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

[SMR result: 125 (Open d100: 21, Bonus: 45)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Chest swells, breaking ribs!

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

[SMR result: 245 (Open d100: 95, Bonus: 65)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 70 points of damage!

  Back erupts in a bloody display of bone and gore!

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

[SMR result: 179 (Open d100: 33, Bonus: 65)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Chest expands and ribs snap, piercing lungs!

[SMR result: 223 (Open d100: 88, Bonus: 65)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 45 points of damage!

  Neck is vaporized by decompression!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

[SMR result: 125 (Open d100: 13, Bonus: 45)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the formless black sphere.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Decompression causes muscles in leg to snap!

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

A dull polychromatic glow suffuses the sable leather tricorn as it absorbs some power.

...wait 5 seconds.

Dwi lets loose an eerie, modulating cry!

[SSR result: 143 (Open d100: 56)]

A cowled twilight alchemist looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 119 (Open d100: 20)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 169 (Open d100: 43)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 173 (Open d100: 62)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 122 (Open d100: 35)]

A cowled twilight alchemist looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 180 (Open d100: 75)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 138 (Open d100: 36)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 175 (Open d100: 94)]

A cowled twilight alchemist looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 148 (Open d100: 61)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 141 (Open d100: 30)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 126 (Open d100: 27)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 260 (Open d100: 155)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks at Dwi in utter terror!

A rawboned veteran duskblade freezes in place, shaking with terror!

[SSR result: 183 (Open d100: 72)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling looks at Dwi in utter terror!

Sorlu exclaims, "Good, we have him. Now let's get out of here!"

Queatus snaps his arm forward, hurling his battle-scarred targe at a cowled twilight alchemist with all his might!

The battle-scarred targe flashes toward a cowled twilight alchemist!

[SMR result: 288 (Open d100: 68, Bonus: 112)]

  ... 92 points of damage!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Massive blow to abdomen!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Chest strike.  The twilight alchemist knocked back and stunned!

The battle-scarred targe ricochets off the twilight alchemist and flashes toward a cowled twilight alchemist!

[SMR result: 227 (Open d100: 21, Bonus: 99)]

  ... 59 points of damage!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Hard blow to abdomen looks painful!

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Chest strike.  The twilight alchemist knocked down stunned!

** A spike on Queatus's battle-scarred targe jabs into the twilight alchemist! **

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Damaging strike to chest, several ribs shattered!

The battle-scarred targe ricochets off the twilight alchemist and flashes toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

[SMR result: 285 (Open d100: 60, Bonus: 114)]

  ... 91 points of damage!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong blow to chest!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Chest strike.  The sleek-scaled lamia knocked down stunned!

The battle-scarred targe ricochets off the sleek-scaled lamia and flashes toward a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 305 (Open d100: 70, Bonus: 100)]

  ... 102 points of damage!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Blow to leg severs the Achilles tendon along with the rest of the leg!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  The dark-swathed myling stunned by strike to hand.

The battle-scarred targe ricochets off the dark-swathed myling and flashes toward a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 321 (Open d100: 89, Bonus: 108)]

  ... 111 points of damage!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Left arm is torn from shoulder!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Strike to arm spins the dark-swathed myling like a top.  The dark-swathed myling is stunned.

** A spike on Queatus's battle-scarred targe jabs into the dark-swathed myling! **

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Well aimed shot, punctures upper arm!

The battle-scarred targe ricochets off the dark-swathed myling and flashes toward a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 307 (Open d100: 94, Bonus: 96)]

  ... 103 points of damage!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Hard blow to right hand breaking bones!

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  The veteran duskblade stunned by strike to hand.

  The duskblade's black urglaes longsword falls to the ground.

Queatus deftly catches his battle-scarred targe on the rebound.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +537 - TD: +482 + CvA: +25 + d100: +71 == +151

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 22 points of damage!

A cowled twilight alchemist is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 45 points of damage!

  Unbelievable heat melts a cowled twilight alchemist's hand down to the wrist.

  The alchemist's ebonwood runestaff falls to the ground.

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Freezing blast opens a gaping hole in the twilight alchemist's chest!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

** Necrotic energy from Elronae's runestaff flares up momentarily! **

  Elronae appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

A menacing figure uncoils from the shadows, her rolaren dagger poised to eviscerate a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 275 (Open d100: 34, Bonus: 135)]

Catching it unaware, she carves into a faceless dark-swathed myling with cruel and ruthless savagery!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Hard slash to belly severs a few nerve endings.

  ... 70 points of damage!

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

[SSR result: 125 (Open d100: 46)]

Upon witnessing Lithyia's vicious display, a cowled twilight alchemist appears profoundly unsettled.

[SSR result: 111 (Open d100: 20)]

Upon witnessing Lithyia's vicious display, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia appears profoundly unsettled.

The figure quickly disappears from view.

With a broad flourish, Roelon sweeps his dragon-guised waraxe into a whirling display of keen-edged menace!

[SMR result: 179 (Open d100: 34, Bonus: 121)]

Roelon turns, blade spinning in his hand toward a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +691 vs DS: +661 with AvD: +33 + d100 roll: +50 = +113

  ... and hits for 10 points of damage!

  Blow raises a welt on the twilight alchemist's left arm.

Soot brown specks of leaf mold trail in the wake of a cowled twilight alchemist's movements, distorted by a murky haze.

The guiding force leaves Roelon.

Roelon turns, blade spinning in his hand toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +616 vs DS: +490 with AvD: +41 + d100 roll: +78 = +245

  ... and hits for 62 points of damage!

  Fast slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's neck exposes its windpipe.

  Quick anatomy lesson, anyone?

Roelon's blade licks out at a faceless dark-swathed myling in a blurred arc!

 AS: +626 vs DS: +451 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +53 = +263

  ... and hits for 124 points of damage!

  Slash to the dark-swathed myling's ribs opens a sucking chest wound!

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

In a fluid whirl, Roelon sweeps his blade at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +616 vs DS: +421 with AvD: +40 + d100 roll: +8 = +243

  ... and hits for 58 points of damage!

  Left kneecap smashed into pulp.

Roelon's blade licks out at a faceless dark-swathed myling in a blurred arc!

 AS: +626 vs DS: +555 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +26 = +132

  ... and hits for 15 points of damage!

  Blow raises a welt on the dark-swathed myling's right arm.

A gust of wind shoves a faceless dark-swathed myling back!

An earthy, sweet aroma clings to a faceless dark-swathed myling in a murky haze, accompanied by soot brown specks of leaf mold.

Roelon remains watchful and ready to move.

Lilanna swings a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +441 vs DS: +484 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +27 = +14

  A clean miss.

You hear someone summoning the spirits of nature to his aid...

Dendum emerges from the shadows!

Dendum gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Dendum closes his eyes for a moment as he slowly raises his hands to shoulder-level. You hear and feel a resounding low thrumming sound just as a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing the area!

The surroundings advance upon a cowled twilight alchemist with relentless fury!

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +469 - TD: +402 + CvA: +25 + d100: +47 == +139

 Warding failed!

 One of the large, pointed slivers of hard debris hits a cowled twilight alchemist!

  ... 22 points of damage!

The murky haze surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Well aimed shot, punctures upper arm!

The murky haze surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the left leg.

The murky haze surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Nice puncture to the back, just grazed the spine!

The murky haze surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light blow to back.

The surroundings advance upon a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with relentless fury!

 CS: +469 - TD: +416 + CvA: +25 + d100: +75 == +153

 Warding failed!

 One of the large, pointed slivers of hard debris hits a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

  ... 25 points of damage!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

The surroundings advance upon a rawboned veteran duskblade with relentless fury!

 CS: +469 - TD: +385 + CvA: 0 + d100: +85 == +169

 Warding failed!

 A rawboned veteran duskblade is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 28 points of damage!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike pierces thigh!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike to the chest breaks a rib!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor puncture to the back.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Nice blow to chest!

The surroundings advance upon a faceless dark-swathed myling with relentless fury!

 CS: +472 - TD: +420 + CvA: +25 + d100: +94 == +171

 Warding failed!

 A faceless dark-swathed myling is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 29 points of damage!

The murky haze surrounding a faceless dark-swathed myling seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Nice shot to the head gouges the dark-swathed myling's cheek!

The murky haze surrounding a faceless dark-swathed myling seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Glancing strike to the head!

The murky haze surrounding a faceless dark-swathed myling seems to attract the blows of the furious onslaught.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Nice blow to chest!

The surroundings advance upon a cowled twilight alchemist with relentless fury!

 CS: +469 - TD: +414 + CvA: +25 + d100: +17 == +97

 Warded off!

The twilight alchemist manages to escape from the furious onslaught unscathed!

The surroundings advance upon a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with relentless fury!

 CS: +469 - TD: +441 + CvA: +25 + d100: +81 == +134

 Warding failed!

 A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is struck by a sharp piece of hard debris!

  ... 21 points of damage!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Strike pierces upper arm!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Strike to right hand breaks a fingernail!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Light blow to back.

As swiftly as the chaos came to be, it recedes again into the surroundings.

Dendum slips a fragmented staff bound by mycelium threads into one of the bearskin weapon loops secured with jade buttons sewn inside of his buckskin jacket. A trail of golden particles quickly disperses.

You have an unpleasant sense of deja vu.

Geijon rages across the battlefield, striking with unrelenting fury!

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a cowled twilight alchemist!

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +892 vs DS: +860 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +41 = +107

  ... and hits for 14 points of damage!

  Blow raises a welt on the twilight alchemist's right arm.

  You have an unpleasant sense of deja vu.

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +892 vs DS: +375 with AvD: +51 + d100 roll: +97 = +665

  ... and hits for 310 points of damage!

  Blow to stomach rearranges some organs!

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a faceless dark-swathed myling!

 AS: +915 vs DS: +519 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +11 = +446

  ... and hits for 223 points of damage!

  Blow ruptures the stomach!

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

** Necrotic energy from Geijon's rune-scribed maul flares up momentarily! **

  Geijon appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +917 vs DS: +677 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +20 = +294

  ... and hits for 154 points of damage!

  Hard hit shatters shield arm.

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +917 vs DS: +542 with AvD: +47 + d100 roll: +94 = +516

  ... and hits for 238 points of damage!

  Right leg mangled horribly.

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a faceless dark-swathed myling!

 AS: +915 vs DS: +536 with AvD: +39 + d100 roll: +27 = +445

  ... and hits for 197 points of damage!

  Blast to hand sends fingers flying in several different directions.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's slit-pupiled gaze follows Dendum, interfering with his effort at finding a hiding place.

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

Gutstorm forms several angular gestures while chanting rumbling phrases of power in the Dwarven tongue...

A shadowy figure leaps from hiding to strike!

The figure attempts to punch a cowled twilight alchemist!

 UAF: 937 vs UDF: 965 = 0.970 * MM: 124 + d100: 20 = 140

 ... and hit for 50 points of damage!

 Palm strike to face drives nose straight into brain!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

The figure quickly disappears from view.

Dwi snaps her arm forward, hurling her golvern greatshield at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with all her might!

The golvern greatshield flashes toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

[SMR result: 257 (Open d100: 58, Bonus: 155)]

  ... 98 points of damage!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

The golvern greatshield ricochets off the sleek-scaled lamia and flashes toward a cowled twilight alchemist!

[SMR result: 234 (Open d100: 45, Bonus: 145)]

  ... 85 points of damage!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Hard blow to abdomen looks painful!

  ... 40 points of damage!

  Chest strike.  The twilight alchemist knocked down and stunned!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

The golvern greatshield ricochets off the twilight alchemist and flashes toward a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 310 (Open d100: 93, Bonus: 150)]

  ... 127 points of damage!

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

The golvern greatshield ricochets off the dark-swathed myling and flashes toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

[SMR result: 99 (Open d100: -85, Bonus: 131)]

The golvern greatshield flies wide, narrowly missing a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

The golvern greatshield flashes toward a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 267 (Open d100: 80, Bonus: 130)]

  ... 103 points of damage!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Massive blow removes the veteran duskblade's right forearm at the elbow!

  The duskblade's black urglaes longsword falls to the ground.

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Opponent's arm snaps trying to prevent fall.

The golvern greatshield ricochets off the veteran duskblade and flashes toward a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 272 (Open d100: 75, Bonus: 130)]

  ... 106 points of damage!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong blow to left hand!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  The dark-swathed myling's hand injured grasping for support.

** Dwi's golvern greatshield bursts alight with leaping tongues of holy fire at the dark-swathed myling! **

  Consumed by the hallowed flames, a faceless dark-swathed myling is ravaged for 81 points of damage!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Burst of flames to right leg blackens kneecap.

Dwi deftly catches her golvern greatshield on the rebound.

Gutstorm gestures.

A wave of dark ethereal ripples moves outward from Gutstorm.

[SMR result: 299 (Open d100: 124, Bonus: 110)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the dark ethereal waves.

[SMR result: 243 (Open d100: 52, Bonus: 116)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the dark ethereal waves.

Missoni draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.

[SSR result: 165 (Open d100: 92)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

[SSR result: 101 (Open d100: 22)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling's eyes flutter for a moment.

Missoni draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.

[SSR result: 164 (Open d100: 85)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling's eyes roll up into its head as its body goes limp on the ground.

Missoni draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures.

Missoni casts into the air above her head and a rip appears in the sky! The fissure begins to feed on the air around you!

A steel-hilted black urglaes longsword is sucked into the void, striking a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia along the way!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong blow to right leg breaks it!

An orb-capped ebonwood runestaff is sucked into the void, missing a cowled twilight alchemist along the way!

A steel-hilted black urglaes longsword is sucked into the void, missing a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia along the way!

A severe stygian soutane is sucked into the void, missing some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers along the way!

A steel-hilted black urglaes longsword is sucked into the void, missing a faceless dark-swathed myling along the way!

A plain silver strongbox is sucked into the void, missing a cowled twilight alchemist along the way!

A formal indigo blouse is sucked into the void, missing some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers along the way!

A heavy quartz orb is sucked into the void, missing a cowled twilight alchemist along the way!

A rotting haon box is sucked into the void, striking a rawboned veteran duskblade along the way!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Brushing blow to temple.

The veteran duskblade slowly comes back to consciousness.

A weathered thanot coffer is sucked into the void, missing a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia along the way!

A heavy quartz orb is sucked into the void, striking a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia along the way!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong shot to head messes up brain fatally.

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

A rawboned veteran duskblade is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a rawboned veteran duskblade to explode!

 Billions and billions of tiny duskblade bits shower everything.

 Quite severely dead.

[You have been awarded 3 Long Term Experience!]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is sucked into the void!

 Rather abrupt decompression causes a faceless dark-swathed myling to explode!

 Tiny myling particles disperse rapidly through the area!

 Quite severely dead.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

A salt-crusted brick red crab pincer mottled with brown thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Lilanna changes her tune, adding a new element to her song...

Lilanna skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.

The wall of force disappears from around Talliver.

You are now in a defensive stance.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070304)

Detention cells secured by grated doors of blackened iron front the western side of the hallway, the miserable enclosures lit only by the fitful radiance of violet-burning torches along the opposite wall. The cells are open to the air, providing a dizzying vista of the town below. Wind scours the section of hall, though its shrieking gusts fail to entirely dispel the miasma of rot and unwashed flesh languishing in the area. You also see a black void, a salt-crusted soft blue crab pincer mottled with barnacles, a pair of three-fingered arms, a pair of mangled arms, a pair of fleshless arms, some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a rawboned veteran duskblade that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a rawboned veteran duskblade that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a rawboned veteran duskblade that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a rawboned veteran duskblade that appears dead, a faceless dark-swathed myling that appears dead, a cowled twilight alchemist that appears dead, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia that appears dead, a small grey pearl, a violet sapphire, the Opalina disk, the Falvicar disk, a small black pearl, the Randsford disk, the Dwi disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings and obvious signs of someone hiding.

Also here: Queatus, Chronicler Falvicar, Talliver, Concierge Darphin who is an animated corpse, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Wolfloner who is hiding, Urchin Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia who is hiding, Olgretien, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Chamorr, Roelon, Lord Randsford

Obvious exits: northeast, south

Falvicar gestures.

A wall of force surrounds Falvicar.

The cuts on Tolene's right leg close and the bruises fade.

Queatus relaxes a little.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Randsford traces a simple symbol as he reverently calls upon the power of his patron...

Randsford gestures.

Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Randsford, coalescing into a radiant aura.

You feel Randsford's protection extend to you as an incandescent veil coalesces around you.

[ Beacon of Courage: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]

You notice your companion Lithyia emerge from hiding nearby.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

[You have been awarded 8 Long Term Experience!]

You gather the remaining 31 coins.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

A chill breeze swirls about Roelon as he gestures and utters a phrase of magic.

Roelon gestures.

Roelon closes his eyes for a moment as he slowly raises his hands to shoulder-level. You hear and feel a resounding low thrumming sound just as a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing the area!

As swiftly as the chaos came to be, it recedes again into the surroundings.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures at a black void.

Missoni welds the rip in space together with a flow of essence.

Falvicar gestures.

Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Falvicar, coalescing into a radiant aura.

You feel Falvicar's protection extend to you as an incandescent veil coalesces around you.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

Lithyia searches a cowled twilight alchemist.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Roelon relaxes a little.

Lithyia searches a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Roelon slings his orase knight's shield over his shoulder and onto a tangled mass of oily fishing nets on the back of his alloy weapons bandolier.

Lithyia searches a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A pall of shadow falls over a rawboned veteran duskblade's form, leaving nothing behind.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Lithyia searches a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

You feel recovered from your whirlwind flurry of strikes.

A pair of fleshless arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Lithyia searches a cowled twilight alchemist.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Lithyia searches a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Randsford nods understandingly at Falvicar.

Lithyia searches a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A pall of shadow falls over a rawboned veteran duskblade's form, leaving nothing behind.

Lithyia picks up some silver coins.

Lithyia searches a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

[You have been awarded 7 Long Term Experience!]

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

A pair of mangled arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Roelon removes a tawny brown and orange tartan kilt shot with saffron from in his tartan hip-satchel.

Tolene begins to look a little better.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Perigourd takes a moment to observe Talliver.

You feel at full magical power again.

A pair of three-fingered arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Roelon offers Talliver a tawny brown and orange tartan kilt shot with saffron.

Small Break in the Fight to Escape

>think to Elerel we are ready

You concentrate on projecting your thoughts but something seems to be blocking them.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Roelon deeply says, "Please Mayor."

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Talliver wearily says, "Opalina, Falvicar, and Queatus broke into my cell."

A salt-crusted soft blue crab pincer mottled with barnacles thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Sorlu gestures at Talliver.

A silvery luminescence surrounds Talliver.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Swirling threads of impenetrable shadow rise from a faceless dark-swathed myling's body, dissipating until the myling is no more.

[You have been awarded 2 Long Term Experience!]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

[You have been awarded 4 Long Term Experience!]

Glass in one of a cowled twilight alchemist's pockets shatters and a noxious, biting scent fills the air as its body is consumed in a cloud of corrosive yellow smoke. Mere seconds pass and nothing remains but a brackish stain on the ground.

Talliver nods gratefully at Roelon.

Lithyia searches a rawboned veteran duskblade.

A pall of shadow falls over a rawboned veteran duskblade's form, leaving nothing behind.

Sorlu randomly waggles his fingers to mimic a mystical incantation.

Talliver accepts Roelon's orange tartan kilt.

Sorlu gestures at Talliver.

A bright luminescence surrounds Talliver.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Talliver pulls a tawny brown and orange tartan kilt shot with saffron on over his legs.

With a swift shrug of his shoulder, Roelon slings a dark orase knight's shield with a balenite tiger umbo off from a tangled mass of oily fishing nets on the back of his alloy weapons bandolier.

Sorlu nods.

Geijon spins around looking for something to attack!

Lithyia takes a moment to observe Talliver.

The ghostly voice of Darphin asks, "Some one have an extra blad for the mayor?"

Queatus nods.

Lithyia asks, "Is it really him?"

Missoni nods slightly.

The berserker's rage leaves Geijon's eyes.

Lilanna glances at Lithyia.

Sorlu says, "Well done, you three."

Draelor shrugs at Lithyia.

Lilanna adopts an agreeable expression.

Talliver tugs the kilt over his legs, but it is nearly large enough to cover most of his upper body.

Sorlu nods to you.

Aliashyrah says, "He has a blade."

Queatus asks, "How do you feel about tarts?"

Randsford says, speaking to Lithyia, "We sort that out once we are safe."

Queatus peers quizzically at Talliver.

Sorlu glances between Falvicar and Queatus.

Sorlu nods approvingly.

Roelon nods once.

Falvicar says, "We couldn't have gotten into the cell without Queatus."

Olgretien concentrates deeply for a moment.

Gutstorm faces Tolene, closes his eyes and begins chanting. Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!

Gutstorm opens his eyes, looking slightly drained.

You quietly say, "It's Falvicar's."

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Falvicar's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Falvicar gestures.

Motes of lambent white-gold light appear and begin to swirl around Falvicar, coalescing into a radiant aura.

You feel Falvicar's protection extend to you as an incandescent veil coalesces around you.

[ Beacon of Courage: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]

Falvicar turns toward Queatus and renders a sharp salute with his somnis katana.

Lithyia says, "Talliver... i have a question for you."

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Lithyia says, "To make sure you are you."

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride northeast.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070302)

High above, narrow windows of blackened glass permit only the faintest glimmer of moonlight. The faint scent of lamp oil lingers in the air, a pungent counterpoint to the sweetness of almonds wafting through a door in the eastern wall. Wind whistles from the south, imparting a knife-edged chill to the air that the wildly dancing violet flames of ensconced torches do little to dispel. You also see a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia and a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Obvious exits: north, southwest

Queatus, Falvicar, Talliver, Perigourd, Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia, Olgretien, Geijon, Draelor, Sorlu, Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae and Randsford followed.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Dwi heartily says, "Ye was dis close to bein outta a job."

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.

You explode into a fury of strikes and ripostes, moving with a singular purpose and will!

You attempt to jab a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have decent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 836 = 0.815 * MM: 59 + d100: 72 = 120

 ... and hit for 2 points of damage!

 Fast but ineffective blow to left hip.

 Strike leaves foe vulnerable to a followup grapple attack!

You attempt to grapple a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have decent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 836 = 0.815 * MM: 66 + d100: 31 = 84

 A close miss!

You attempt to grapple a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have good positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 836 = 0.815 * MM: 71 + d100: 99 = 156

 ... and hit for 33 points of damage!

 Leaping scissor takedown puts the squeeze on the sleek-scaled lamia!

 The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

 Strike leaves foe vulnerable to a followup punch attack!

You attempt to punch a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have excellent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 836 = 0.815 * MM: 90 + d100: 70 = 143

 ... and hit for 32 points of damage!

 Quick chop crushes several fingers into uselessness!

The sleek-scaled lamia starts to favor its wounded left hand!

** Your selshis skin gloves release a quivering wave of disruption! **

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Strips of flesh flayed from the sleek-scaled lamia's back.

You attempt to kick a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You hear the soft tinkle of rolling dice, followed by the sound of coins dropping!

You have excellent positioning against a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 UAF: 662 vs UDF: 825 = 0.802 * MM: 87 + d100: 75 = 144

 ... and hit for 55 points of damage!

 Rapid twisting kick deals nasty double strike to lower right leg!

  A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia falls to the ground grasping its mangled right leg!

Your series of strikes and ripostes leaves you winded and out of position.

Roundtime: 7 sec.

Draelor takes quick assessment and raises his ebon ruic long bow, several arrows nocked to his string in parallel.

Barely appearing to aim, he looses a chaotic hail of arrows all around!

[SMR result: 194 (Open d100: 31, Bonus: 80)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia flinches back from a stray arrow!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is rooted in place!

[SMR result: 137 (Open d100: 64)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia narrowly avoids being skewered!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is rooted in place!

...wait 6 seconds.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's right leg looks better.

Dwi lets loose an eerie, modulating cry!

[SSR result: 162 (Open d100: 57)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 162 (Open d100: 63)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia looks at Dwi in utter terror!

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

   **** Spiraling threads of misty green light extend from a smooth witchwood idol decorated with a velvety soft deep black rose with a challenging arachnid's chitter, the motes encasing Elronae's arm in incandescence and sinking into her skin.

 CS: +547 - TD: +496 + CvA: +25 + d100: +77 == +153

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 29 points of damage!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  A large patch of flesh is seared off a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's back.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Left arm is shattered by cold blast!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Electric blast goes right to the heart!  Fibrillation can be fun.

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

Olgretien looks determined and focused.

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

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +557 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +22 = +191

  ... and hits for 117 points of damage!

  Slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's ribs opens a sucking chest wound!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

Perigourd lets loose a nerve-shattering bellow!

A pallid skin-bound grimoire flies in looking for its owner.

The frosty white web of protection surrounding Dwi falls away, unraveling as it fades.

You notice your companion Lithyia slip away into hiding.

You notice Roelon moving stealthily into the room.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

Roelon joins your group.

Faint frosty white filaments spiral inward from the local surroundings and weave themselves around you.

Geijon gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Geijon gestures.

An invisible force guides Geijon.

A trail of faintly glowing, forest green hoof-shaped prints follows Perigourd as he moves southwest.

You are now in a defensive stance.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's left leg looks better.

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

The voice of Lithyia asks, "Talliver, what color sweater did I knit for you?"

Perigourd's group strides in with fluid grace, each footstep leaving behind a faintly glowing, forest green imprint of a doe's hoof on the floor behind him.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind him, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. He surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in his wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

Dwi faces Tolene, closes her eyes and begins chanting. Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!

Dwi opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

A chorus of high-pitched cries and wails fills the air as two glowing yellow eyes blaze into being from thin air. Shadows bubble up, forming a slight and roughly humanoid form around them.

Cloak billowing behind her, a rawboned veteran duskblade steps in. She surveys the surroundings with a skilled eye before charging into the fray, shadows swirling in her wake.

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia slithers in, ambient light glistening off of her sinuous tail's undulating scales. She straightens to her full height, slit-pupiled eyes darting about cautiously.

The clink of bottles and the smell of spent saltpeter herald the brisk footsteps of a cowled twilight alchemist, who strides in with calculating eyes and a smooth gait.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

Elronae's runestaff glows intensely with a verdant light!

The dull golden nimbus surrounding a cowled twilight alchemist suddenly begins to glow brightly.

 CS: +555 - TD: +482 + CvA: +25 + d100: +12 == +110

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 11 points of damage!

A cowled twilight alchemist is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  A large patch of flesh is seared off a cowled twilight alchemist's back.

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

  ... 15 points of damage!

  The twilight alchemist falters as a chill blast of air strikes its left leg!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Horrid jolt of electricity shatters ribs in a sickening flash of light!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Strong shot to head messes up brain fatally.

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

You quietly say, "Going to see if we need to find the room to get out of ihere."

Perigourd joins your group.

Lilanna swings a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +442 vs DS: +698 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +78 = -148

  A clean miss.

Gutstorm forms several angular gestures while chanting rumbling phrases of power in the Dwarven tongue...

Gutstorm gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

Numerous grotesque limbs in varying states of decay suddenly burst out of the floor! With startling speed and ferocity, the arms grab at whatever they can!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a cowled twilight alchemist and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade, but it avoids their clutches.

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and drag it down to the floor!

You hear someone intoning a short, mystical phrase...

Wolfloner comes out of hiding.

Wolfloner gestures at a cowled twilight alchemist.

A wave of snapping and crackling ethereal ripples moves outward from Wolfloner.

[SMR result: 151 (Open d100: 63, Bonus: 20)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Nasty jolt to chest causes heart to skip a beat!

  The twilight alchemist is stunned!

[SMR result: 127 (Open d100: 66)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Light shock to chest.  That stings!

[SMR result: 173 (Open d100: 82, Bonus: 20)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Electrical charge toasts the veteran duskblade.  You get a sharp whiff of burning hair.

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

[SMR result: 166 (Open d100: 68, Bonus: 20)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 60 points of damage!

  Electric shock causes a strong enough convulsion to snap the dark-swathed myling's neck.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

[SMR result: 150 (Open d100: 95)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Heavy spark to left leg.  The sleek-scaled lamia cringes in surprise.

[SMR result: 81 (Open d100: 22)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves, but is unaffected.

[SMR result: 130 (Open d100: 29, Bonus: 20)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is buffeted by the snapping and crackling ethereal waves.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Electric shot gives the dark-swathed myling a really bad cramp.

You're now no longer aiming at anything in particular.

You are now in an offensive stance.

Talliver whirls into a deadly form, lashing and driving with his a silver-edged somnis longknife in an all-out onslaught.

[SMR result: 126 (Open d100: 47, Bonus: 1)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Banged the sleek-scaled lamia's left shin.

  That'll raise a good welt.

[SMR result: 216 (Open d100: 67, Bonus: 59)]

A cowled twilight alchemist is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 50 points of damage!

  Off-balanced slash!

  Enough force to sever the twilight alchemist's right hand!

  Amazing!

  The alchemist's ebonwood runestaff falls to the ground.

[SMR result: 165 (Open d100: 90, Bonus: 1)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Fast slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's neck exposes its windpipe.

  Quick anatomy lesson, anyone?

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

[SMR result: 142 (Open d100: 66)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Weak slash to the veteran duskblade's lower back!

[SMR result: 137 (Open d100: 22, Bonus: 29)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling is caught in the whirlwind of slashing strikes!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Slash to the dark-swathed myling's chest!

  That heart's not broken, it's only scratched.

You are now targeting a cowled twilight alchemist.

Dwi lets loose an eerie, modulating cry!

[SSR result: 3 (Open d100: -90)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is unaffected!

[SSR result: 134 (Open d100: 47)]

A cowled twilight alchemist looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 136 (Open d100: 46)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 131 (Open d100: 38)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks at Dwi in utter terror!

[SSR result: 200 (Open d100: 89)]

A faceless dark-swathed myling looks at Dwi in utter terror!

A faceless dark-swathed myling freezes in place, shaking with terror!

You attempt to jab a cowled twilight alchemist!

Your attack is hindered by holding an ancient Paradis trail knife!

You have decent positioning against a cowled twilight alchemist.

 UAF: 682 vs UDF: 941 = 0.724 * MM: 109 + d100: 1 = 79

 A close miss!

Roundtime: 2 sec.

Olgretien looks determined and focused.

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

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

The sleek-scaled lamia moves at the last moment to evade the attack!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +616 with AvD: +31 + d100 roll: +15 = +122

  ... and hits for 76 points of damage!

  Quick, powerful slash!

  The twilight alchemist's chest is ripped open!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +515 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +62 = +273

  ... and hits for 144 points of damage!

  Powerful slash leaves the sleek-scaled lamia without a right leg!

  A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia falls to the ground grasping its mangled right leg!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +429 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +8 = +305

  ... and hits for 97 points of damage!

  Jagged slash to the veteran duskblade's left arm!

  Cut clean through at the wrist.

  Need a hand?

  The veteran duskblade is stunned!

Olgretien swings a jet black mithril claidhmore at a faceless dark-swathed myling!

The claidhmore strikes true, but the dark-swathed myling shrugs off some of the damage!

 AS: +692 vs DS: +516 with AvD: +35 + d100 roll: +59 = +270

  ... and hits for 84 points of damage!

  Deep slash to the dark-swathed myling's right forearm!

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a cowled twilight alchemist!

 AS: +937 vs DS: +615 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +15 = +371

  ... and hits for 245 points of damage!

  Body pulped to a gooey mass.

 Watch where you step!

Something akin to disdain tugs at a cowled twilight alchemist's features as death spasms rock its body. Its throes still and it moves no more.

A cowled twilight alchemist just arrived. Wait, wasn't it here already?

The dull golden nimbus fades from around a cowled twilight alchemist.

The guiding force leaves Geijon.

Gutstorm forms several angular gestures while chanting rumbling phrases of power in the Dwarven tongue...

Gutstorm gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

Numerous grotesque limbs in varying states of decay suddenly burst out of the floor! With startling speed and ferocity, the arms grab at whatever they can!

The arms snatch viciously at a rawboned veteran duskblade and drag it down to the floor!

The arms snatch viciously at a faceless dark-swathed myling and pin it to the floor!

A look of concentration briefly passes across Randsford's face.

The air calms down around Randsford.

The wall of force disappears from around Falvicar.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 CS: +537 - TD: +517 + CvA: +25 + d100: +60 == +105

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 10 points of damage!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Nasty burns to left leg.  Gonna need lots of butter.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  The sleek-scaled lamia's right arm trembles with the cold.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Heavy spark to left eye causes tears and redness.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Good blow to left leg!

Missoni joins your group.

Moving his somnis katana into position, Falvicar prepares to strike.

Draelor takes quick assessment and raises his ebon ruic long bow, several arrows nocked to his string in parallel.

Barely appearing to aim, he looses a chaotic hail of arrows all around!

[SMR result: 222 (Open d100: 35, Bonus: 125)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia ducks away from a stray arrow!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is rooted in place!

[SMR result: 80 (Open d100: 12, Bonus: 1)]

The spray of arrows leaves a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia unscathed and undeterred!

[SMR result: 188 (Open d100: 15, Bonus: 107)]

A rawboned veteran duskblade narrowly avoids being skewered!

A rawboned veteran duskblade is rooted in place!

The bow strikes true, but the dark-swathed myling shrugs off some of the damage!

[SMR result: 212 (Open d100: 29, Bonus: 96)]

Arrows fall around a faceless dark-swathed myling, keeping it pinned down!

A faceless dark-swathed myling is rooted in place!

Lilanna swings a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +444 vs DS: +452 with AvD: +30 + d100 roll: +85 = +107

  ... and hits for 3 points of damage!

  Hard blow, but deflected.

  Not much damage.

Lilanna's Charl's-tail strikes one of the bony protrusions on a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms and it is wrenched out of her grasp!

The kraken-hilted Charl's-tail falls into the shadows!

** With a deafening crack of thunder, a frayed bolt of violet-hazed lightning spears the sleek-scaled lamia! **

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Electric shot gives the sleek-scaled lamia a really bad cramp.

Randsford takes a menacing step toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia, sweeping his wolf-headed spikestar out low to his side in his advance.

Randsford launches a quick bash with his eonake knight's aegis at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

[SMR result: 278 (Open d100: 73, Bonus: 135)]

Randsford's bash connects!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Chest strike.  The sleek-scaled lamia knocked back and stunned!

** A spike on Randsford's eonake knight's aegis jabs into the sleek-scaled lamia! **

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Well aimed shot, punctures upper arm!

** Randsford's eonake knight's aegis pulses with a burst of plasma energy at the sleek-scaled lamia! **

  ... 25 points of damage!

  Glaring burst to the sleek-scaled lamia's chest dances across skin leaving smoking holes!

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

[SMR result: 262 (Open d100: 57, Bonus: 155)]

With deliberate brutality, Randsford brings his spikestar around to pummel a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

With a final snap of his wrist, he sweeps his spikestar back to the ready, his assault complete.

Lithyia stumbles slightly as she leaps from hiding, revealing herself in the process.

Lithyia uncoils from the shadows, her rolaren dagger poised to eviscerate a rawboned veteran duskblade!

[SMR result: 234 (Open d100: 34, Bonus: 117)]

Catching it unaware, she carves into a rawboned veteran duskblade with cruel and ruthless savagery!

  ... 10 points of damage!

  Smooth slash to the veteran duskblade's hip!

  Nice crunching sound.

  ... 53 points of damage!

Blood sprays from the veteran duskblade's abdomen in a crimson arc!

  ... 32 points of damage!

[SSR result: 152 (Open d100: 76)]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia freezes in place, shaking with terror!

Upon witnessing Lithyia's vicious display, a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia appears profoundly unsettled.

[SSR result: 117 (Open d100: 23)]

Upon witnessing Lithyia's vicious display, a faceless dark-swathed myling appears profoundly unsettled.

You are now in a defensive stance.

Queatus removes a razor-sharp ghezyte tomahawk from in his black leather baldric.

You feel recovered from your whirlwind flurry of strikes.

Wolfloner stumbles slightly as he leaps from hiding, revealing himself in the process.

The figure attempts to punch a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 UAF: 930 vs UDF: 507 = 1.834 * MM: 129 + d100: 37 = 273

 ... and hit for 55 points of damage!

 Spinning backfist snaps the veteran duskblade's head to the side!

Gutstorm forms several angular gestures while chanting rumbling phrases of power in the Dwarven tongue...

Gutstorm gestures.

 CS: +539 - TD: +487 + CvA: +25 + d100: +43 == +120

 Warding failed!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is suddenly surrounded by a blood red haze.

 CS: +539 - TD: +454 + CvA: 0 + d100: +53 == +138

 Warding failed!

A rawboned veteran duskblade is suddenly surrounded by a blood red haze.

 CS: +539 - TD: +445 + CvA: +25 + d100: +96 == +215

 Warding failed!

A faceless dark-swathed myling is suddenly surrounded by a blood red haze.

 CS: +539 - TD: +416 + CvA: -10 + d100: +82 - -5 == +200

 Warding failed!

Geijon swings a gleaming rune-scribed maul at a rawboned veteran duskblade!

 AS: +860 vs DS: +378 with AvD: +51 + d100 roll: +95 = +628

  ... and hits for 259 points of damage!

  Shield arm mangled horribly.

The duskblade struggles, reaching out with one hand. Life goes out of its body and it collapses to the floor, motionless.

The blood red haze dissipates from around a rawboned veteran duskblade.

For an instant, a rawboned veteran duskblade's wounds begin to knit, and it looks as though it will successfully cling to life. Then, the reality of death overcomes the influence of Troll's Blood.

A rawboned veteran duskblade looks momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovers.

The tension in a rawboned veteran duskblade's skin eases and you notice that its complexion returns to normal.

Randsford launches a quick bash with his eonake knight's aegis at a faceless dark-swathed myling!

[SMR result: 283 (Open d100: 62, Bonus: 126)]

Randsford's bash connects!

  ... 45 points of damage!

  Awesome strike to the head!  The dark-swathed myling is knocked to the ground dead.

You hear a sound like a child weeping as a white glow separates itself from the dark-swathed myling's body and rises into the heavens.

Amber light belches from the myling's eyes and maw in a scorching eruption, its shadowy form undulating madly before going pathetically still.

The blood red haze dissipates from around a faceless dark-swathed myling.

Darkness punctuated by a constellation of starry pinpoints wells up around a faceless dark-swathed myling and splinters away with a sound like shattering crystal.

A shadow seems to detach itself from a faceless dark-swathed myling, swiftly dissipating into the air.

Dwi snaps her arm forward, hurling her golvern greatshield at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia with all her might!

The golvern greatshield flashes toward a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

[SMR result: 234 (Open d100: 56, Bonus: 131)]

  ... 85 points of damage!

  ... 35 points of damage!

  Massive blow removes the sleek-scaled lamia's right forearm at the elbow!

  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned!

  ... 30 points of damage!

  Strike to arm spins the sleek-scaled lamia like a top.  The sleek-scaled lamia is stunned.

Dwi deftly catches her golvern greatshield on the rebound.

Elronae traces a sign that contorts in the air while she forcefully incants a dark invocation...

Elronae gestures at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

 CS: +537 - TD: +508 + CvA: +25 + d100: +61 == +115

 Warding failed!

... and hits for 10 points of damage!

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!

  ... 5 points of damage!

  Minor burns to abdomen.  Looks painful.

  ... 10 points of damage!

  An icy blast to the back!  Sleeping will not be easy tonight.

  ... 20 points of damage!

  Nasty jolt to abdomen makes a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's stomach turn.  Urp.

  ... 15 points of damage!

  Nice blow to left arm!

Twisting and spinning among his foes, Falvicar lashes out again and again with the force of a reaping whirlwind!

[SMR result: 207 (Open d100: 20, Bonus: 137)]

Falvicar turns and sweeps his somnis katana at a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia!

 AS: +650 vs DS: +498 with AvD: +40 + d100 roll: +56 = +248

  ... and hits for 86 points of damage!

  Deep slash to the sleek-scaled lamia's neck severs an artery!

  The sleek-scaled lamia chokes to death on its own blood.

The lamia's tail flails wildly as it surrenders to death. Twitches and convulsions twitch through its body long after the last of life has left its form.

The thick plates of bone around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's forearms begin to crack, then shatter into a fine white dust.

The blood red haze dissipates from around a beguiling sleek-scaled lamia.

** Necrotic energy from Falvicar's somnis katana flares up momentarily! **

  Falvicar appears to gain succour from the unnatural energy!

A salt-crusted brick red crab pincer mottled with brown thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

You are now in a defensive stance.

A salt-crusted brick red crab pincer mottled with brown thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

Lithyia says, "Gah."

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

Some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Lilanna slings her rolaren tower shield over her shoulder and onto a series of straps on the back of her iron grey bandolier.

Talliver slowly empties his lungs.

>n

Lilanna kneels down.

Lilanna is unable to follow you.

[FLAG GROUPMOVEMENT OFF to leave them behind.]

A pair of skeletal arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Lilanna intently searches the area.

Lilanna manages to recover a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail inset with blue sapphire eyes!

A pair of deformed arms thrash about briefly before decaying into dust.

Lithyia asks, "Mayor, what color sweater did I knit for you?"

Some thick salt-encrusted crab pincers thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

You pull Lilanna to her feet.

Lithyia glances at Talliver.

>n

Lilanna is unable to follow you.

[FLAG GROUPMOVEMENT OFF to leave them behind.]

Falvicar says, "We need to get out of here."

Missoni glances appraisingly at Talliver.

A salt-crusted soft blue crab pincer mottled with barnacles thrashes about briefly before decaying into dust.

Gutstorm drunkenly exclaims, "Blade joind a group!"

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

[You have been awarded 1 Long Term Experience!]

A beguiling sleek-scaled lamia's form sags in places, revealing glints of pale bone. Scales flake to the ground in an iridescent cascade as the lamia decays away.

Lithyia exclaims, "We need to know you are you!"

>n

Sparks of silvery white light coalesce beneath your feet, merging into a trail of paw-shaped prints that follow you and your group as you stride north.

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a mithril-lined Oleani statue and a golden topaz.

Obvious exits: south

Missoni, Perigourd, Roelon, Queatus, Falvicar, Talliver, Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia, Olgretien, Geijon, Draelor, Sorlu, Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae and Randsford followed.

Lilanna hangs a kraken-hilted Charl's-tail inset with blue sapphire eyes from one of the straps on her iron grey bandolier.

Lilanna changes her tune, adding a new element to her song...

Lilanna skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.

Lilanna begins singing and focuses her voice into a vortex of air centered on her left arm.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Lilanna changes her tune, adding a new element to her song...

Lilanna skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.

Lilanna begins singing and focuses her voice into a vortex of air shaped like a sonic falchion, centered on her right hand.

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see the Randsford disk, the Dwi disk, the Opalina disk, the Falvicar disk and obvious signs of someone hiding.

Also here: Concierge Darphin who is an animated corpse, Bathcwyn Missoni, Perigourd, Roelon, Queatus, Chronicler Falvicar, Talliver, Wolfloner who is hiding, Urchin Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia, Olgretien, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Lord Randsford

Obvious exits: south

The shadows suddenly shift and the flames of the nearby torches rise violently brighter.

Dwi heartily says, "She tyin to gitcha to proof yer ye."

[You have been awarded 1 Long Term Experience!]

Geijon says, "This is where we came in. That's the topaz I left."

Dwi lets loose an echoing shout!

Dwi's shout encourages your fighting spirit!

Perigourd raises an eyebrow.

You notice your companion Perigourd slip away into hiding.

Queatus searches around for a moment.

Missoni casually observes her surroundings.

Sorlu squints.

Falvicar nods at Geijon.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's back looks better.

A pallid skin-bound grimoire flies in looking for its owner.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's back looks better.

Dwi faces Tolene, closes her eyes and begins chanting. Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!

Dwi opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

The sound of footsteps and swirling robes approaches, and one by one, the torches along the hallway begin winking out.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's chest looks better.

Chamorr just arrived.

Missoni removes an opaque glass amulet from her neck.

The voice of Dendum exclaims, "Chaarge!"

Dwi waves to Chamorr.

Randsford snorts!

Falvicar frowns.

Missoni put an opaque glass amulet in her velvet bustle.

Dwi smirks.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's neck looks better.

Lilanna glances south.

Missoni hangs a beaded silk neckpouch around her neck.

The voice of Dendum says, "Oh we found them."

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's abdomen looks better.

Missoni removes a quintuple orb brooch from in her silk neckpouch.

Missoni put a quintuple orb brooch in her silk neckpouch.

The voice of Dendum says, "Can stop chaarging."

Draelor makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Draelor gestures.

Draelor blends into invisibility among the surroundings.

Volute tendrils of essence coil down Missoni's arms, their atrous hue erupting in a cascade of prismatic glitter when they reach her outstretched fingertips.

Missoni gestures.

A wall of force surrounds Missoni.

Chamorr heartily says, "Join rand."

Geijon says, "ELLEREL."

Dendum comes out of hiding.

You wipe off the blade and sheathe the Paradis trail knife into one of the narrow scabbards along the side of your elesine sack.

Dwi yells, "Onwards!"

Randsford points at you!

Dendum joins your group.

You notice your companion Dendum slip away into hiding.

Lilanna says, "Join opal."

Gutstorm sings with jollity:

   "Opalina Day"

Raelee joins your group.

Chamorr joins your group.

Lithyia recites:

   "Join Opalina"

The air stirs around you for a moment.

Wolfloner comes out of hiding.

You quietly say, "Where is ELLEREL."

You notice your companion Wolfloner slip away into hiding.

You gaze heavenward.

Geijon says, "He needs to call us back."

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Randsford disk, the Dwi disk, the Opalina disk, the Falvicar disk and obvious signs of someone hiding.

Also here: Dendum who is hiding, Chamorr, Magister Raelee who is invisible, Concierge Darphin who is an animated corpse, Bathcwyn Missoni, Perigourd who is hiding, Roelon, Queatus, Chronicler Falvicar, Talliver, Wolfloner who is hiding, Urchin Gutstorm, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia, Olgretien, Sir Geijon, Draelor who is hiding, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae, Lord Randsford

Obvious exits: south

Roelon searches around for a moment.

Missoni moves to stand in front of Talliver.

Gutstorm asks, speaking drunkenly to Dwi, "See wot me did dere?"

Chamorr heartily says, "Most confusin."

Roelon nods at Missoni.

The voice of Dendum says, "We survive long enough until he finds us."

ELLEREL's voice emanates from the air nearby, but it is garbled as if underwater.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to you, "Supposedly waiting to pull us back, but I think our time is running out."

Geijon says, "Often is."

Randsford searches around for a moment.

Geijon nods at Chamorr.

The voice of Perigourd says, "Hmm.."

Roelon deeply says, "He is trying..."

Gutstorm yells, "Hold yoo horchesh!"

Olgretien yells, "Close!"

Sorlu simply says, "We might very well be trapped."

>search

You don't find anything of interest here.

Roundtime: 3 sec.

Lilanna loses some awareness.

Sorlu frowns.

Swinging his somnis katana protectively in front of him, Falvicar takes a few steps backwards.

Falvicar frowns.

Lilanna nods.

Dwi says, speaking heartily to you, "Actually...I dont recall."

Lilanna says, "Be ready."

Dwi smirks.

The voice of Perigourd says, "At least at the moment, it seems so."

Aliashyrah searches around for a moment.

Randsford gives his arms a quick shake.

Roelon deeply says, "Try harder ELLEREL."

Roelon stamps his feet.

The voice of Dendum exclaims, "Hold the Circle!"

Lithyia gazes heavenward.

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's abdomen looks better.

Dwi chuckles to herself.

Missoni murmurs, "Surely a transportation spell is not that difficult."

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's chest looks better.

Elronae says, speaking to Darphin, "You have about 3 more minutes at the walkind dead."

Tolene murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Tolene concentrates.

Tolene's neck looks better.

Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.

>think to ELLEREL we are back in the room we started in

You concentrate on projecting your thoughts but something seems to be blocking them.

Dwi faces Tolene, closes her eyes and begins chanting. Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!

Dwi opens her eyes, looking slightly drained.

Lilanna asks, "You try it?"

The voice of Perigourd says, "Thaiagol is likely disrupting his portal."

You ponder.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Elronae, "I can raise him but...now hardly seems the time."

Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "Now dat we shave da Mayor, do we git raise?"

Gutstorm raises an eyebrow.

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Missoni, "Depends on from where and to wher."

Elronae grins at Aliashyrah.

A long, man-shaped shadow stretches in the light of one of the remaining torches.  It is hard-edged and severe, but it has no obvious source.

Elronae agrees with Aliashyrah.

Falvicar frowns.

Roelon mills about with an uncertain look on his face.

Thaiagol Reveals himself

The Twilight Stratagem (storyline)/2024-09-25 - Thaiagol Reveals himself (log)

Return to Icemule with Talliver

>touch ring

You touch the eahnor ring and a blossom of warmth engulfs you. You see flames engulfing your group. When you look up, you and your compatriots stand, unharmed, in changed surroundings.

An explosion of flame reveals Opalina and her group.

Perigourd stows his bastard sword in his faewood scabbard with a flash of vibrant forest green radiance. A harmony of woodland scents and sounds lingers briefly in the air. A brief shimmer of honey amber light erupts from inside the scabbard along with a muffled huff.

Dendum just left.

Missoni glances around the room.

Lilanna says, "Go."

Olgretien nods.

Dwi asks, speaking heartily to Chamorr, "Wot da odds we got da rong lil feller?"

Olgretien nods to you.

Dwi smirks.

Perigourd glances around the room.

Roelon shifts his weight.

Geijon points at a black eahnor ring.

Darphin says, "The ring."

Lilanna says, speaking to you, "Touch it."

>look

[The Bastion, Shadow Vaults - ] (u4070301)

A wide archway of basalt is secured by heavy doors of black ironwood. The archway's polished surface is etched with intricate runes that pulse faintly with a dim violet glow. The sepulchral chill is fed by howling wind that gusts down the vaulted hallway. Thick iron sconces, twisted and stained with soot, hold violet-flamed torches that cast erratic shadows across the lofty ceiling. You also see a black eahnor ring, the Darphin disk, a pallid skin-bound grimoire flying around with its pale leathery wings, the Dwi disk, the Opalina disk, the Falvicar disk and obvious signs of someone hiding.

Also here: Chamorr, Concierge Darphin, Bathcwyn Missoni, Perigourd, Roelon, Queatus, Chronicler Falvicar, Talliver, Wolfloner who is hiding, Urchin Gutstorm who is invisible, Tolene, Dwi, Lilanna, Lithyia, Olgretien, Sir Geijon, Draelor, Lord Sorlu, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Elronae

Obvious exits: south

>touch ring

You touch the eahnor ring and its surface feels unusually warm, but nothing happens.

The voice of Wolfloner says, "Touch the ring."

>tap ring

Dwi marches up to a black eahnor ring and stands at attention.

You tap a black eahnor ring.

Lithyia says, "Get us out of here so I can plan how im going to murder Randsford."

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Touch it harder."

>go ring

You take a few steps toward a black eahnor ring.

Sorlu touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Roelon nods slowly.

Geijon appears less confident and fearless.

>tap ring

You tap a black eahnor ring.

Lithyia says, "And then i'll murder him again."

Olgretien asks, speaking deeply to Lilanna, "Mebee you?"

Dwi abruptly kicks at a black eahnor ring!

Lithyia darkly says, "And again."

Roelon shifts his weight.

Lilanna touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Lithyia touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

You quietly ask, "LIl?"

Dwi grunts in obvious annoyance.

Draelor touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Queatus says, "I'm gonna go find Rands."

You notice your companion Queatus slip away into hiding.

Aliashyrah asks, "Shall we?"

Tolene touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Olgretien touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Talliver nods.

Jehance touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Aliashyrah touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Geijon seems less resolute.

Elronae touches the eahnor ring and vanishes.

Missoni says, speaking to Talliver, "Do touch the ring."

Talliver says, "Let us go."

>touch ring

You touch the eahnor ring and a blossom of warmth engulfs you. You see flames engulfing your group. When you look up, you and your compatriots stand, unharmed, in changed surroundings.

[Icemule Trace, Town Center - 2300] (u4042150)

A tranquil square dusted with snow sprawls beneath a sturdy mule statue standing placidly atop a tall plinth of silver-veined black stone. The brilliance of the stars refracts through the statue, casting prismatic glints over the townsfolk nearby. Some denizens, mostly halflings but with a scattering of other folk mixed in, chatter by a roaring bonfire, lazing on a smooth dark stone bench or stargazing on colorful cloaks spread out on the ground. Others mill around a burled pine message board standing close to a colorful silver-bound barrel. You also see a massive grey wolf, the sparkling Monthas disk, a dark-eyed mountain wolf, a terrified glacier spirit that is flying around, the Lucullan disk, a ridge cougar, a gyrfalcon, the Shadowwind disk, the smooth invar Valarae disk and a woven bark wastebin.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Dwi, Urchin Gutstorm who is invisible, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Roelon, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Olgretien, Tolene, Draelor, Lithyia, Lilanna, Dendum, Lord Sorlu, Monthas, Deathbeard, Sunzun, Nibroc, Picklemaster Niffly, Arena Contender Lucullan, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Shadowwind, Lady Valarae

Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, south, west

Falvicar says, "I wont leave til the mayor is safe."

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

A lazy wild ash grey dog arrives.

Perigourd glances warily around the area.

A massive snowy white tiger saunters in.

Missoni nods.

Geijon nods at Talliver.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly exclaims, "Shee ya on under side!"

A pallid skin-bound grimoire flies in looking for its owner.

Wolfloner comes out of hiding.

Wolfloner checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Elronae frowns.

The voice of Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Oh, we here."

Elronae says, "That was interesting."

You quietly say, "We are here."

Lilanna says, "Join up."

Lithyia angrily says, "Dead.... he's going to be very very dead."

Picklemaster Niffly strides east, his steps being shadowed by the flickering form of a one-eared rabbit made of iolite-hued motes.

Tolene traces a sign while petitioning the spirits for cognition...

Tolene gestures.

Nothing happens.

Closing his eyes tightly, Roelon appears to be concentrating for several seconds as he murmurs a soft prayer to the spirits. As the last syllable falls from his lips, his blue-tinged silver eyes fly wide open and he flicks his fingers, releasing his spell.

Oddly enough, Dendum seems somewhat less buoyant.

Roelon gestures into the air.

Roelon gets a frustrated look on his face.

Picklemaster Niffly arrives, his figure partially obscured by the flickering form of a one-eared rabbit made of iolite-hued light hopping beside him.

Sunzun just went east.

Perigourd slings his faewood battle shield over his shoulder and onto a series of straps on the back of his leather baldric.

Roelon shifts his weight.

Dwi heartily says, "Now..der's been some changes since ye been gone."

Dwi nods at Talliver.

Gutstorm suddenly fades into view.

Perigourd glances at his begrimed hand.

Perigourd retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent ambrominas from within his leather kit.

Perigourd takes a drink from his tincture of ambrominas.

Perigourd's left hand looks better.

Lilanna taps you lightly on the shoulder.

Missoni asks, "Surely Randsford did not have the orb to surrender?"

Wolfloner joins Lilanna's group.

Perigourd retrieves a squat glass tincture of effervescent cactacae from within his leather kit.

Perigourd takes a drink from his tincture of cactacae.

Perigourd's left hand looks better.

Loralaii joins Lilanna's group.

You join Lilanna.

You feel a subdued warmth through your arms and torso, accompanied by a preponderant sense of engagement.

Perigourd joins Lilanna's group.

Lithyia says, "He better not have had it."

Dendum says, "Of course he did."

Roelon deeply says, "....what hae he done..."

Elronae says, "I have no idea who had the orb."

Falvicar joins Lilanna's group.

Olgretien deeply asks, "So he's givin' the Orb of Kai to dat guy?"

Lithyia says, "Because if he did...."

Dendum says, "Because he is an idiot."

The churning spectral aura suddenly vanishes from around Dendum.

The powerful look leaves Nibroc.

Lilanna turns to face Talliver.

Suddenly, the air around you is drawn toward your plumille houppelande.

Draelor agrees with Dendum.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Missoni, "Doubtful. I think he planned to sacrifice himself in the place of all of us."

Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "No Jastlyn haff da orb?"

Dwi says, speaking heartily to Talliver, "Ferstly...Dwarfs gitta sttep discount."

Lilanna asks, speaking to Talliver, "Come?"

Dendum says, "With dreams of charging forward with the orb."

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at Lilanna.

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Missoni, "But I could be wrong."

Aliashyrah shrugs.

Dwi glances at Gutstorm.

The gyrfalcon ruffles his feathers.

Dwi asks, speaking heartily to Gutstorm, "Rite?"

Lilanna seems to be waiting for something.

Gutstorm grunts at Dwi in agreement.

Talliver joins Lilanna's group.

Lilanna's group just went east.

[Icemule Trace, East Road - 2426] (u4042301)

A pair of town guards are stationed outside the archway leading into the town's bank. One halfling guard seems to be dozing on his stool, while the other keeps a close and wary eye on the foot traffic flowing past. The bank is a tall building, its clapboard exterior painted a bright wintry blue that complements its dark slate-shingled roof. Several krolvin sailors count their money nearby, using the top of an old oaken hogshead to stack coins familiar and strange.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Lilanna

Obvious paths: east, south, west

Mirrus just arrived.

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Mirrus just went through an archway.

Lilanna's group just went east.

[Icemule Trace, East Road - 2427] (u4042302)

As it passes by a half-timbered pale grey stone guildhall, the straight march of the cobblestone road offers a view of snowy foothills beyond the town's walls. Over the heads of fur-clad merchants from Pinefar and robed sisters leading groups of fresh-faced initiates out of town, the snow-swept wilds are dotted with evergreens and dark rock. Glimpses of a pale stone abbey in the extreme distance are almost entirely lost to the cloud cover. To the south, the slate-shingled roof of Clovertooth Hall rises high into the sky.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Lilanna

Obvious paths: east, south, west

Lilanna's group just went south.

[Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow - 2428] (u4042307)

Paved with cobblestones, a wide cul-de-sac spreads before Clovertooth Hall, the civic center of the bustling town. Meticulously clean windows sparkle to either side of the wide, arched entry, the keystone of which is stamped with a mule in bright copper inlay. The slate shingles of the building are tidy and even, and they are sealed with pine pitch. High-topped spruce trees with verdant needles dusted by fresh snow frame the circle, softening the sounds of peddlers and foot traffic along the road to the north.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Lilanna

Obvious paths: north

Lilanna's group just entered Clovertooth Hall.

[Clovertooth Hall, Main Lobby - 21689] (u4043031)

A dark riverstone statue occupies the center of the expansive public space, its height drawing attention to the dome that rises two stories overhead. Silence hangs heavy on the night air, and the few citizens moving around the building do so with an air of dour resignation. A few benches stand empty along the walls, which reflect the silvered moonlight that streams through the two entryside windows. You also see a carved white stone staircase climbing to the second floor.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Lilanna

Obvious exits: north, east, west, out

Missoni says, speaking to Aliashyrah, "Ah, well, that is noble, but I daresay unnecessary."

Lilanna's group just went north.

[Clovertooth, Auditorium - 29536] (u4043075)

Raw cedar timbers perfume the air, comprising the walls of the expansive hall. Living evergreen boughs contrast frame the southern entrance, brightly illuminated by faceted glimaerstone orbs set high into the ceiling. The light scatters over a few dozen rows of comfortably padded seats and rugs covering parts of the polished floor. A central aisle delineated by a quartet of braziers leads toward an expansive cedar and pine stage framed by silver-trimmed blue curtains.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Lilanna, ELLEREL

Obvious exits: south

Discussion With Talliver

The Twilight Stratagem (storyline)/2024-09-25 - Discussion with Talliver (log)

Taking Talliver Home

Talliver says, "I am ready to go home."

Lithyia nods at Talliver.

Perigourd nods at Talliver.

Sorlu nods sympathetically at Talliver.

Aliashyrah nods understandingly at Talliver.

Lilanna nods at Talliver.

Geijon nods slowly.

Lithyia says, "Yes, go... rest."

Lilanna pulls Gutstorm to his feet.

Sorlu says, speaking sincerely to Talliver, "For what it is worth, I am happy you made it back home, Mayor Dabbings."

You take a deep breath, and look around with renewed vigor. It is good to be alive, and an adventurer in this land.

Sorlu nods at Talliver.

Roelon nods at Talliver.

Talliver nods at Falvicar.

Darphin asks, speaking to Talliver, "Shall i walk you?"

Aliashyrah nods in agreement at Sorlu.

Queatus nods.

Lithyia says, "Welcome back... Mostly Talliver."

Perigourd smirks at Darphin.

The mirror images surrounding Lilanna undulate and grow stronger.

Lilanna renews her songs.

Lilanna glances at Darphin.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Me never been to Mayor house before."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Talliver, "Perhaps we can all walk you, at least to your door."

Roelon deeply says, "Rest, eat and drink."

Gutstorm grunts gleefully, rubbing his hands together!

Missoni says, speaking softly to Talliver, "It is good to see you return."

Blades shrugs at Missoni.

Randsford bows to Talliver.

Lilanna nods at Aliashyrah.

Perigourd nods in agreement at Aliashyrah.

Olgretien deeply says, "We shoud all walk him."

Aliashyrah says, speaking to Talliver, "There is understandable concern."

Talliver whispers something to Falvicar.

Falvicar nods at Talliver.

Olgretien agrees with Aliashyrah.

Missoni nods slowly at Blades.

Lilanna says, speaking to Talliver, "If you are ready, we will begin."

Talliver says, "Yes, I would greatly appreciate an escort."

Lilanna's group just went south.

[Clovertooth Hall, Main Lobby - 21689] (u4043031)

A dark riverstone statue occupies the center of the expansive public space, its height drawing attention to the dome that rises two stories overhead. Silence hangs heavy on the night air, and the few citizens moving around the building do so with an air of dour resignation. A few benches stand empty along the walls, which reflect the silvered moonlight that streams through the two entryside windows. You also see a massive snowy white tiger, a massive grey wolf, a lazy wild ash grey dog and a carved white stone staircase climbing to the second floor.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious exits: north, east, west, out

Darphin says, "Yall can look at me all you want, i wanred the mayor was in danger and was ignored. i obviously need to be more direct."

Lilanna's group just went out.

[Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow - 2428] (u4042307)

Paved with cobblestones, a wide cul-de-sac spreads before Clovertooth Hall, the civic center of the bustling town. Meticulously clean windows sparkle to either side of the wide, arched entry, the keystone of which is stamped with a mule in bright copper inlay. The slate shingles of the building are tidy and even, and they are sealed with pine pitch. High-topped spruce trees with verdant needles dusted by fresh snow frame the circle, softening the sounds of peddlers and foot traffic along the road to the north.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: north

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Tolene summons a torrent of spiritual and mental mana and releases upon herself a flurry of abjurations.

Dark red droplets coalesce upon your skin before sinking into your flesh. Your heart stutters for an instant before settling into a steady, powerful rhythm.

Draelor just arrived.

Olgretien moves to stand in front of Talliver.

Draelor just went north.

Lilanna's group just went north.

[Icemule Trace, East Road - 2427] (u4042302)

As it passes by a half-timbered pale grey stone guildhall, the straight march of the cobblestone road offers a view of snowy foothills beyond the town's walls. Over the heads of fur-clad merchants from Pinefar and robed sisters leading groups of fresh-faced initiates out of town, the snow-swept wilds are dotted with evergreens and dark rock. Glimpses of a pale stone abbey in the extreme distance are almost entirely lost to the cloud cover. To the south, the slate-shingled roof of Clovertooth Hall rises high into the sky.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: east, south, west

Wolfloner loses some awareness.

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

Wolfloner gestures.

Wolfloner appears to be keenly aware of his surroundings.

Lilanna's group just went east.

[Icemule Trace, East Road - 2451] (u4042303)

Adventurers thread through the crowd cluttering the eastbound road, ornate weapons and flamboyant attire standing out from the more common furs and wool worn by merchants and locals. Young halfling and human children run around near the street, tugging at travelers' coattails in an effort to hawk cheap gems. A squat wooden building sits amidst the chaos, its yard heaped with crates, barrels, and trunks, while a well-lit dark stone shop seems to have taken a more reserved approach, standing away from the busy throng.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: east, south, west

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Lilanna's group just went south.

[Commerce Burrow, Dwarven Circle - 2472] (u4042308)

Despite the hour, the occasional call of a peddler drifts over the slate-shingled rooftops of the shops to the south. Taking advantage of the relative quiet, an ancient halfling sits on a bench along the side of the road, his wizened features happy in the light of nearby street lights. He twirls a slender blue wand between his fingers while lecturing to a group of scraggly-looking familiars.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Tolene, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: north, east, southwest

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Tolene put a ancient orase runestaff scarred with claw marks streaked with dried blood in her leather greatcloak.

Tolene just went north.

Lilanna's group just went southwest.

[Commerce Burrow, Dwarven Circle - 2469] (u4042312)

Hard-looking sylvankind and half-krolvin trappers, burdened with pelts and furs from the wilds beyond, trudge southeast toward the local furrier. A raw timber cottage faces the street, the snow cleared from its front path. The trilling of a flute drifts from the cottage's doorway, gently punctuating the din of the bazaar to the east. You also see a disgruntled dwarven clerk and a wide mithril-banded cart with some stuff on it.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: north, northeast, east, southeast

Lilanna's group just went north.

[Commerce Burrow, Pioneer Court - 34066] (u4042327)

Stately houses with old stone facades line the street as it ends in a small cobblestone court. Their sprawling estates are dotted with pine trees, and in one yard, a garden full of colorful flowers thrives near the banks of a steaming hot spring. One manse at the northernmost edge of the circle has gates of pale holly inlaid with walnut, a path of flagstones beyond shaded by old pine trees festooned with bright garlands.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: south

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Olgretien surveys the area.

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--- Lich: xnarost active.

Lilanna's group just went through a pale holly gate.

[Dabbings Manor, Evergreen Walk - ] (u3213301)

Old pines tower to either side of the flagstone walk beyond a pale holly gate, the trees sheltering banks of driven snow beneath their verdant boughs. Garlands festoon the branches of the evergreens, woven together from beautiful flowers foreign to such an unforgiving clime. A manse with a gabled roof rules over the expansive estate, and welcoming candlelight flickers in its mullioned windows. The front doors are of burled pine and are carved with prancing mules in relief.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious paths: none

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

Gutstorm seems a bit less imposing.

A pallid skin-bound grimoire flies in looking for its owner.

Lilanna's group just went through some burled pine doors carved with prancing mules in relief.

[Dabbings Manor, Foyer - ] (u3213302)

A crystal chandelier hangs over the foyer of the manse, casting shards of light over a silver seal set into the pale marble floor. The leaping mule etched into the metal is repeated in relief on the front doors, which are framed with windows that look out onto a snowy walk. Opposite the entry, a grand staircase with banisters twined in fir garlands sweeps up to the second story. Hallways branch to the west and east, proceeding beneath trefoil arches accented with ornately carved maplewood.

Also here: Sir Geijon, Urchin Gutstorm, Talliver, Chronicler Falvicar, Perigourd, Bathcwyn Missoni, Concierge Darphin, Chamorr, Elronae, Lady Aliashyrah, Jehance, Lithyia, Lord Sorlu, Wolfloner, Necrotic Admiral Loralaii, Olgretien, Lilanna

Obvious exits: east, west

Your disk arrives, following you dutifully.

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Gutstorm suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.

Lilanna bows to Talliver.

Gutstorm gazes with awe at his surroundings.

Chamorr put a chromatic glaes broadsword with a dragon-carved handle and moonstone pommel in his shoulder sheath.

Falvicar put a set of lustrous black leather reins in his silk-lined cloak.

Chamorr slings a black shield emblazoned with a triple moon emblem in an argent circle over his shoulder.

You curtsy to Talliver.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Mebbe me haff been here afore."

Olgretien performs a bow characteristic of those from Icemule Trace before Talliver.

Lilanna says, speaking to Talliver, "Rest."

The red-gold web of protection surrounding Sorlu falls away, unraveling as it fades.

The red-gold web of protection surrounding Wolfloner falls away, unraveling as it fades.

Geijon says, speaking to Talliver, "I'll be nearby."

Falvicar moves to stand in front of Talliver.

Dark red droplets seep out of Olgretien's skin and evaporate.

Ribbons of bluish-green light burn into existence and swirl around Falvicar's hand before quickly forming into a silver-edged somnis katana.

Lithyia says, "I believe that's an order."

Roelon just slipped quietly through a pair of burled pine doors, his group following closely.

Dark red droplets seep out of Jehance's skin and evaporate.

Lithyia nods at Talliver.

Falvicar holds his somnis katana to his chest and bows gracefully.

Dark red droplets seep out of Chamorr's skin and evaporate.

Your heart staggers briefly before slowing to a more regular speed. Dark red droplets seep out of your skin and evaporate as the influence of Troll's Blood leaves you.

Olgretien says, speaking deeply to Talliver, "Glad to hav ya back."

Lithyia nods at Lilanna.

An ethereal bluish-green light swirls around the blade of Falvicar's somnis katana, and it quickly grows translucent before vanishing.

A pallid skin-bound grimoire flies in looking for its owner.

Sorlu assures, "Lithyia will stalk around your property tonight, and keep an eye out for danger."

Lilanna nods at Lithyia.

Sorlu chuckles to himself.

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Lithyia says, "Probablyk."

Dark red droplets seep out of Elronae's skin and evaporate.

Lithyia nods at Sorlu.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah guess the kilt still works."

Roelon nods at Randsford.

Sorlu grins at Lithyia.

Missoni performs a bow characteristic of those from Solhaven before Talliver.

Lithyia smiles.

Randsford grins at Roelon.

Jehance grins.

Perigourd says, speaking to Lithyia, "Do not give yourself away with knitting."

Perigourd nods at Lithyia.

Talliver says, "Thank you all."

Lithyia grins at Perigourd.

Talliver says, "I will never forget what you have done for me."

Falvicar says, speaking to Talliver, "Rest well, Talliver."

Sorlu begins chuckling at Perigourd!

Talliver manages a pained bow.

Sorlu nods at Talliver.

Perigourd faces Talliver and crisply renders a chivalrous salute.

Straightening her back, Aliashyrah gives a formal, low curtsy to Talliver. She inclines her head as well, giving Talliver a brief nod.

Wolfloner nods at Talliver.

Gutstorm bows to Talliver.

Randsford says, speaking to Talliver, "Rest, we will need you at full strength."

Inclining his head slightly, Sorlu offers the most minimal of bows to Talliver with an air of utmost politeness.

A holy aura radiates from your plumille houppelande.

Darphin nods at Talliver.

Missoni advises, speaking to Talliver, "Rest."

Chamorr heartily says, "Night."

Talliver wanders off into his home.