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The Third Paragon
"Being an elf cant be the worst thing in the world, you could be a dwarf."
Here are some heavily edited snips of action from 9/21/19 (technically early in the morning on 9/22), when we attempted to take out two of Raznel's paragons. I don't auto-log, but instead do screen dumps every so often, so if I'm not on top of things I end up with gaps. Leafiara's log is much more complete, but since I captured a few things she didn't, such as the cocoon, discussion in Faendryl and whispers to Juspera, I thought it was worth putting this up here.
My logs for this night start after a whole bunch of us, including me, were killed in combat.
You exclaim, "Go go go! Get them!"
Speaking eagerly to Juspera, Leafiara exclaims, "On it!"
Combat continues.
The ghostly voice of Pukk quietly exclaims, "Let the bodies hit the floor!"
Goblyn adopts an agreeable expression.
[Southron Wastes, Murky Morass]
The peaty bog underfoot resists footfall with a bit more sturdiness as the swamp transitions to a grassland savanna. Still thick with humidity and tropical foliage, outcroppings of buck brush and live oak bushes fight for survival along this border between both zones. You also see a handaxe, a rune staff, a scimitar, a wooden shield, a rune staff, a handaxe, a small shield, an oozing green kraken tentacle, a pair of desiccated arms, a rune staff, a handaxe, a wooden arrow, a small shield, a handaxe, a handaxe, a small shield, a rune staff, a rune staff, a handaxe, the purple Neopuron disk, the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, the Dergoatean disk and the Warclaidh disk.
Also here: Zosopage, Death Knight Warclaidh, Dergoatean, Miss Goblyn, the body of Razanetika who is lying down, Event Planner Leafiara, Cruxophim, the body of Sofal who is lying down, the body of Mnar who is lying down, the body of Draught who is lying down, the body of Lord Thrassus who is lying down, Sir Bristenn, the body of Berost who is lying down, Yakushi, the body of Zulgrim who is lying down, Ysharra, Radeek, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Xorus, Puptilian, the body of Elbromo who is lying down, the body of Brandilor who is lying down, Chaoswynd, Pietra, the body of Grand Lord Gnaeusprimus who is lying down, Neopuron, Maags, Lord Chamorr, Magister Raelee, Melikor, Alasatia, the body of Grand Lord Gryzzlbok who is lying down, the body of Bernadette who is lying down, the body of Rasson who is lying down, the body of Guarrin who is lying down, Iseo, Katiesa, the body of Gypsy Scribe Balley who is lying down, the body of Pukk who is lying down, the body of Lord Lycurgus who is lying down, Sir Balantine, the body of Sir Ruffelin who is lying down, the body of Goldstr who is lying down, Sir Cryheart
Obvious paths: northeast, southeast, west
Cryheart says, "Ouch."
Melikor smirks as a haughty expression flits across his face.
Leafiara bursts out in a resounding cheer!
The ghostly voice of Zulgrim says, "Whoa."
Speaking to Goblyn, Dergoatean asks, "You wanna take this one?"
Goblyn laughs at Dergoatean!
Leafiara musingly says, "Let's see here..."
Speaking to Dergoatean, Goblyn says, "There are... many."
Xorus says, "Badly wounded."
Insert about a dozen people asking for healing.
Cryheart says, "Ok..we need to recover afore we move."
Leafiara observes, "I see at least two dead clerics..."
Speaking to Goblyn, Dergoatean says, "I've seen you raise more."
Mayor Lylia just arrived.
Pietra asks, "Arms for pie, anyone?"
Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Razanetika's body!
Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Sofal's body!
Shadows leap from the surroundings, engulfing Mnar's body!
When people died in the time pocket, they were pushed out back into the modern day as our "merciful" GM allowed us to get healed and raised.
Your surroundings begin to blur, colors melting away as silence rushes in to greet you. Shadows creep in from the corner of your eyes and you are overwhelmed in darkness.
Suddenly the darkness peels away and your vision returns to find yourself in a new location.
[Town Square Central]
This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see the Rezlun disk, a lynx skull, a large acorn, a reddish cream-filled tart, some manna bread, a spinach-paste steamed dumpling, a spinach-paste steamed dumpling, an oblong fried dumpling, a thin wafer of crispy elven waybread, a thin wafer of crispy elven waybread, a thin wafer of crispy elven waybread, some manna bread, a thin wafer of crispy elven waybread, a small cake of golden elven waybread, some manna bread, some manna bread, some golden brown elven waybread, a pale-faced coppery barn owl, a fat white cat, a mistwood serving cart with some stuff on it, an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.
Also here: the body of Mnar who is lying down, the body of Sofal who is lying down, the body of Razanetika who is lying down, Cyar, Lord Rezlun, the body of Dame Evia who is lying down, the body of Sir Geijon who is lying down, Teiana, High Lady Rendena, Grand Lady Roelaren, Shimmererer, Crio, Deron, Arceste
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Draught's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Thrassus's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Berost's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Zulgrim's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Brandilor's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Gnaeusprimus's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Gryzzlbok's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Bernadette's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Rasson's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Guarrin's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Balley's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Pukk's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Lycurgus's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Ruffelin's body.
A swirling patch of shadows appears along the ground and transforms into Goldstr's body.
The ghostly voice of Geijon says, "A faendryl summoned followed up with th' implosions."
The ghostly voice of Evia says, "Whoa."
The ghostly voice of Pukk quietly exclaims, "It's raining me!"
Roelaren says, "Wow."
>depart confirm
The world before you dissolves into a grainy montage of color...
I depart to get back to the action as soon as possible. My log coverage picks up after we find the Human paragon.
Jerram asks, "Sir?"
You see Sentinel Jerram Happersett.
He appears to be a Human.
He is average height. He appears to be past his prime. He has brooding navy blue eyes and weathered skin. He has short, thinning light brown hair evenly streaked with hints of grey. He has an unshaven face, a broken nose and cleft chin and shadowy black veins beneath his mouth and eyes.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a gleaming gold-runed maul in his right hand.
He is wearing a fang-inset deep silver greathelm, a sweeping silver-edged dark purple cape, a silver-tooled leather war harness, some polished blackish-purple platemail, a chain-edged dark suede tabard emblazoned with crossed purple lances on a field of silver, a pair of mithril-scaled gauntlets, some crisp black pants, some etched silvered steel greaves, and some tall sturdy black boots.
Speaking to Chamorr, Dergoatean says, "He just keeps talking about transforming."
Jerram says, "For those elves of darkness present..."
Jerram says, "This confict does not need to end in your deaths."
You glance uneasily at Jerram.
Bristenn reassuringly answers, "Sir Bristenn Mires, of Vornavis."
Thrassus laughs!
Jerram says, "There is another way."
Lylia acidly remarks, "He used Arianiss as an example. A paragon, if you will, of Elven virtue, unlike the corrupt and fallen as I am."
Thrassus snickers at Lylia.
Dergoatean grins at Lylia.
Speaking to Lylia, Mnar says, "Now, you're not corrupt and fallen."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra asks, "Transformation, you mean?"
Jerram exclaims, "They have promised a way to bring you back! Transformed and reborn! Restore to your pure glory!"
Speaking to Mnar, Lylia says, "Of course not."
You say, "Um."
Goblyn gazes with interest at Jerram.
Cryheart asks, "They who?"
Mnar bites his lip.
Lylia asks, "Who has promised this?"
Iseo says, "I think they are fairly glorious already."
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra says, "You've got an interesting theory."
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon asks, "Are you insane?"
Xorus asks, "Freedom from the cursed affliction of the daemons of old, the wailing and the gnashing of teeth?"
Speaking to Ysharra, Dergoatean says, "It's not that interesting until he explains what the heck he's talking about."
Speaking to Jerram, Thrassus says, "Tell us more, I am intrigued."
Ysharra says, "To where our scattered bodies go, sounds like."
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "You are a sentinel of th' Empire. Get your bearings and act like one."
Speaking deeply to himself, Guarrin mutters, "Oh, hasn't realized the situation yet."
You nod slowly at Guarrin.
Ysharra says, "They have to be shown the truth."
Bristenn inwardly sighs.
Speaking offhandedly to Chamorr, Leafiara says, "It's an interesting question. Until now we've just kinda watched them kill themselves--one realizing what happened and the other not realizing."
Jerram says, "I understand you may not trust us."
You quietly whisper to Mnar, "The paragons... the phylacteries... don't realize what they are. And that they're in an illusion. They think they're still fully alive."
Jerram says, "But it is true. It is proven."
Speaking softly to Jerram, Razanetika asks, "Why should we trust you?"
Xorus asks, "Indeed?"
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra says, "We don't know you. Save by the words you speak, so say on."
Jerram says, "You need not worry."
Jerram moves to stand in front of Razanetika.
Jerram nods at Razanetika.
Jerram says, "You are pure."
You see Razanetika the Nightstalker.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is shorter than average. She appears to be very young. She has sultry jade green eyes and ivory skin. She has waist length, tied back deep red hair twined into an intricate, braided knot resting over her right ear and held into place by a pair of rigid mithglin hairsticks with multicolored swirls. She has a round face, a small nose and slightly upswept pointed ears. She has swirling pure silver glaze brushed onto her lengthy manicured fingernails.
Miniature black cats spiral outward from her before fading away.
She is in good shape.
...
Jerram says, "Look at you."
Jerram says, "...and look at them...."
You fidget.
Jerram glances at Lylia.
Jerram glances at you.
Razanetika glances at Lylia.
Razanetika glances at you.
Jerram glances at Thrassus.
Ysharra's face turns slightly pale.
(Juspera swallows audibly.)
Thrassus's eyes crinkle slightly at the edges.
Melikor curls his lip at Jerram, his face contorting in a disdainful smirk.
Speaking quietly to Jerram, Pukk says, "I know I know..but she isn't a statue...I swear."
Cruxophim snickers at Cryheart.
Speaking in Faendryl, Dergoatean says, "Knowing a bit of history makes this delusion even funnier."
Speaking in Faendryl, Ysharra says, "Funny and sorrowful."
Jerram asks, "Who among the dark will seek transformation?"
(Lylia draws her lips back from her teeth in an expression that might be termed a smile if it had anything of warmth or civility about it.)
Speaking to Jerram, Dergoatean asks, "By the dark, I suppose you're talking about me?"
Leafiara bemusedly says, "Well, good luck with that one."
You see Dergoatean the Nuisance.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to be very young. He has crystal green eyes and brown skin. He has short, auburn hair worn in a single braid.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a silvery blue mithril pike in his right hand.
...
Speaking to Jerram, Thrassus says, "Tell us about this transformation process."
Speaking to Jerram, Dergoatean asks, "What would you transform me into?"
Jerram says, "Tell, no, we must show you."
Jerram exclaims, "We have had many successes!"
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra asks, "Who are we, and they?"
Ysharra says, "Always this pronoun game."
Speaking to Jerram, Dergoatean says, "Well now that's not much of a sales pitch. You haven't even told me what the end result is supposed to be before saying you want to transform me."
Bristenn offhandedly remarks, "Good and evil are oft twisted and subjective. The law, though-"
Bristenn simply notes, "That is written."
Speaking to Jerram, Dergoatean says, "If I went around promising to turn people into... something! Well they'd have me committed."
Speaking to Jerram, Dergoatean says, "Think about this from my perspective."
You idly scratch your neck.
Jerram exclaims, "Restored!"
Jerram exclaims, "To your pure elven form!"
Jerram exclaims, "Before the curse!"
You raise your hand.
You say, "I want to be transformed."
Lylia says, "If we are to be purified, then perhaps you should be purified as well."
You glance at Jerram.
Speaking to Jerram, Dergoatean says, "Ooohhhh you think this is a curse."
Lylia nods to you.
Dergoatean laughs at Jerram!
Goblyn approvingly says, "I do think I do like him."
Thrassus asks, "Ah, before the Scorch, hm?"
Xorus wryly says, "I am willing to take their curses into myself, truly it is a sacrifice worth making for their purity."
You quickly exclaim, "No! I want it! Transform me!"
You shoot your hand into the air, waving it frantically, then use your other hand to raise it even higher, your entire body wiggling with excitement.
Mnar pulls on you, trying to get you closer.
You glance at Mnar.
Jerram asks, "YES!?"
Jerram peers quizzically at you.
You nod at Jerram.
You say, "Yes."
Jerram asks, "You wish to be restored?"
Speaking to you, Ysharra asks, "Are you sure...?"
Ruffelin glances between Jerram and yourself.
Goblyn glances between Jerram and yourself.
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "Do you know what you are doing? You are th' Eastern Sentinel. We are knights under oath of th' Northern Sentinel. You, sire, are making no sense to us."
Speaking softly to Jerram, Razanetika asks, "Are you saying I cannot be transformed if I so desired it?"
You say, "I --"
Mnar frowns.
Iseo smiles at you.
You nod slowly at Jerram.
Mnar whispers, "What are you doing, thief?"
You quietly whisper to Mnar, "I hate being this way."
Cryheart says, "He wants to transform Faendryl into pure elves."
Iseo says, "Let's allow Juspera to at least finish her thought."
Speaking in Faendryl, Dergoatean asks, "Is he one of the paragons? Shall we keep listening to this or just do what we came here to do?"
Ysharra whispers, "What do you think he'll do to you?"
Speaking to Jerram, Lylia asks, "If she is made pure, you should prove your own purity as well. If you walk in light, then how may we follow you unless we know it for certain?"
You fidget.
You quietly whisper to Ysharra, "He'll make me not dark elven."
Shinann says, "Well."
Shinann glances around the area.
Goblyn glances at you.
You squirm.
You say, "I --"
Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia says, "He is one of them. But as with the other Paragons, there appears to be no way to wound them permanently unless they are made to see..."
Speaking dubiously to you, Cruxophim mutters, "You alright?"
Maags turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Mnar whispers, "Well, we think you're fine the way you are."
Cruxophim leans softly against Goblyn.
Ysharra whispers, "This is all an illusion. All this man is, is part of Naimorai's agenda."
You scratch your ear.
Speaking in Faendryl, Dergoatean says, "I... see."
You frown at Ysharra.
Speaking in lightly accented Faendryl, Goblyn says, "He does have it backwards, though. He should be making the 'pure' elves more like you."
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "But illusions..."
As Arasleaf moves to attack Jerram, the icy blue light surrounding his body intensifies in frequency and solidifies! Suddenly, the light violently flares out toward Arasleaf!
... 1 point of damage!
A chilly blow to the stomach winds Arasleaf!
Jerram stands in front of you.
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "And dreams. Can kill."
Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia says, "Of course. We know this. The man is misguided."
Speaking to you, Iseo says, "You can change your mind. Whatever you choose I support you."
Jerram gestures at Arasleaf, and a column of shadows rises up and engulfs him, tossing him through the air like a rag doll! The pillar of darkness melts into the ground.
Guarrin glances between Jerram and yourself.
You wearily say, "I'm tired of being... who I am."
Speaking to Ysharra, you say, "You should know that."
Jerram says, "Yes...yes of course."
Iseo says, "Not that my support counts for much."
Cruxophim cocks his head at you.
Jerram nods to you.
Iseo says, "But there you go."
Speaking in lightly accented Faendryl to Lylia, Goblyn says, "You're the progress in evolution -- what to strive for -- for the elves."
Speaking dubiously to you, Cruxophim inquires, "What are you choosing?"
Thrassus folds his arms serenely in front of him as he watches you contemplatively, the roomy sleeves of his robes concealing his hands completely.
Jerram asks, "What is your name?"
Mnar frowns.
Jerram turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
You glance uneasily over your shoulder.
You ask, "Me?"
Speaking in Faendryl to Goblyn, Dergoatean says, "It's this whole business of them and us and pure and not... I'm just one of me."
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "You should also know to be wary of prophets."
Jerram nods to you.
You say, "Juspera."
Jerram exclaims, "You shall be our first this eve!"
Leafiara leans over and whispers, "I do like your plan. Needed someone to volunteer so he can see how it doesn't do anything and maybe wake up from all this madness."
Leafiara gives you a strong, encouraging smile.
Speaking to you, Shinann says, "I am not sure this is a good idea."
You quietly whisper to Leafiara, "It's not going to do anything?"
Melikor glances dubiously at you.
Cryheart asks, "Ye really asking for this?"
Cryheart glances at you.
Leafiara whispers, "...well... I highly doubt it, anyway!"
Iseo says, "Pick Sylvan if you can. They have pretty voices."
Jerram turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Cruxophim signals, "Wonderful, another purity obsessed twit on his bully pulpit."
Ysharra sighs.
Speaking in Elven, Shinann says, "You do not know what will happen."
Speaking heartily to you, Chamorr says, "Carefull what you wish for."
You take a deep breath.
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Soneiken!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Zosopage!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Cruxophim!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Goblyn!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Warclaidh!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Xorus!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Lylia!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Evia!
A brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing Maags!
During this paragon hunt, we kept being pulled back and forth between two different time pockets.
Suddenly, a brilliant wave of purple light ripples across the area, engulfing you! Your surroundings change...
[Talador, Battlefield]
The field is vast, stretching out for miles and miles of blemished and broken lands. Patches of wild grass and thin saplings struggle up from the ground, trying to flourish in the ground once soaked in blood. You also see a shambling pale grey ghoul.
Also here: Maags, Dame Evia, Mayor Lylia, Xorus, Death Knight Warclaidh, Miss Goblyn, Cruxophim, Zosopage, Soneiken, Hero Brumas
Obvious paths: northeast, northwest
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Bristenn suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Leafiara suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Melikor suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Gryzzlbok suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Razanetika suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Puptilian suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Ruffelin suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Lauranathalasa suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Yakushi suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Pietra suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Ysharra suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Katiesa suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Pukk suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Mnar suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Bernadette suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Chamorr suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Neopuron suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Guarrin suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Sockmo suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Rasson suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Iseo suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Geijon suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Raelee suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Draught suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Cryheart suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Berost suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Shinann suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Thrassus suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Chaoswynd suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Alasatia suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
A brilliant purple light flashes, and Dergoatean suddenly appears, looking very disoriented.
Speaking in Elven, Leafiara speculates, "I think nothing will happen. And he needs to see that so--"
Evia says, "Bah."
Bristenn slowly reasons, "What harm might it do? The late Earl is under the sway of this ..pocket, and the wit-"
You exclaim, "No!"
Lylia whispers, "I would not gainsay you in this. But I understand your weariness, though you never knew the full glory of your birth. Perhaps one day we can --"
Speaking in Elven, Leafiara surprisedly says, "Hm."
Speaking patiently in lightly accented Faendryl to Dergoatean, Goblyn explains, "Racial hierarchies exist for good reason; they reflect reality."
Thrassus curses fluently.
In one blurring motion, Bristenn snatches a cross-hilted hand-and-a-half sword from his scabbard, brandishing it for all to see.
Bristenn swings a cross-hilted hand-and-a-half sword at a shambling pale grey ghoul!
AS: +429 vs DS: +474 with AvD: +25 + d100 roll: +86 = +66
A clean miss.
Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.
Lylia gestures at a shambling pale grey ghoul.
CS: +540 - TD: +349 + CvA: +25 + d100: +5 == +221
Warding failed!
A shambling pale grey ghoul contorts in excruciating agony!
... 2450 points of damage!
Combat ensues.
Leafiara hoots at Brumas.
Lauranathalasa waves to Brumas.
Cryheart asks, "What the?"
Leafiara musingly says, "And there's our other one."
Speaking to Brumas, Dergoatean exclaims, "Ello!"
Iseo says, "This is different."
You fearfully glance at Lylia.
Speaking affably to Brumas, Cruxophim muses, "Oh, hi."
Cryheart says, "Hello."
Cryheart nods at Brumas.
Mnar whispers, "Back to this."
Brumas exclaims, "BREACH!"
Hero Brumas just went northeast.
You quietly whisper to Lylia, "It seems I lost my chance."
See Leafi's log, linked at top, for what happened with Brumas. My logs pick up again once we flip back to the other time pocket.
Speaking to Jerram, Ruffelin says, "Wha' if they kin 'see th' light' wi'out bein' transformed. If they kin 'see th' light' o' their ain accord."
Jerram turns, and the wall of a cavern opens up, revealing a path inside to the east.
Jerram says, "Come..."
Jerram tried to hold your hand, but you are a member of Cryheart's group. Click JOIN Jerram to join Jerram.
Jerram nods to you.
Sentinel Jerram just went east.
Sir Cryheart's group just went east.
[Wasteland Cavern, Purity Tomb]
The walls of the earthen chamber are darkened by age and old blood. Chains hang from the ceiling, some with hooks still stained with fresh blood. Set into the ground is a dark red sigil, a deep gold sigil, and a shadowy black sigil. You also see a pile of dark elven corpses and a stained stone slab.
Also here: Maags, Dame Evia, Mayor Lylia, Xorus, Zosopage, Soneiken, Sir Geijon, Cruxophim, Sir Bristenn, Event Planner Leafiara, Melikor, Razanetika, Sir Ruffelin, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Yakushi, Pietra, Ysharra, Katiesa, Pukk, Bernadette, Neopuron, Guarrin, Sockmo, Rasson, Iseo, Magister Raelee, Draught, Berost, Shinann, Lord Thrassus, Chaoswynd, Alasatia, Lord Chamorr, Sir Cryheart, Sentinel Jerram
Obvious paths: west
You sigh.
You leave Cryheart's group.
You join Jerram.
Thrassus gazes thoughtfully at a pile of dark elven corpses.
Evia says, "Oh nooooo."
Leafiara slowly says, "Ohhh... -that- kind of purity."
Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at you.
Guarrin deeply says, "Oh...."
>l cor
There are countless, dozens and dozens, of Faendryl corpses dismissively tossed in a corner of the chamber, their bodies broken or brutalized and covered in numerous lacerations. Their blood has pooled along the ground and long ago permanently stained it.
Speaking to you, Ruffelin says, "Kai be wi' ye, Juspera."
You glance between Jerram and a pile of dark elven corpses.
Jerram says, "Welcome to the Purity Tomb."
Shinann glances at a stained stone slab.
Speaking to you, Ysharra asks, "This is the transformation you are asking after?"
Jerram says, "Those...do not mind them."
Evia says, "Ghastly."
Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia hisses, "Visions. Only visions."
(Juspera freezes, her mouth open.)
Shinann looks over at you and shakes her head.
Jerram says, "Their hearts were too hardened. Too dark."
Katiesa glances at a deep gold sigil.
Jerram says, "Beyond restoration."
Ruffelin asks, "Wha' d'ye call this?! Ye purify 'em inta death?"
You stare at a pile of dark elven corpses.
Speaking in Elven, Shinann says, "Do not do this."
(Xorus takes some inky black fluid from the slab into his flask.)
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon asks, "You were th' Eastern Sentinel. What would allow this xenophobia?"
Miss Goblyn just arrived.
Goblyn sits down next to you.
Speaking weakly in Elven to Shinann, you say, "I was going to... become fair."
Speaking in Elven, Shinann says, "I know."
Speaking in Elven, Shinann says, "Do not."
Sockmo gags.
Pukk quietly says, "Somebody is good at decorating."
Jerram asks, "Were?"
Jerram says, "I am."
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "You died one thousand years ago to us."
Melikor gazes thoughtfully at a shadowy black sigil.
Speaking affably to you, Cruxophim advises, "Follow your heart."
Xorus gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "Or you are about to."
Jerram says, "Please."
Jerram nods to you.
Jerram points at a stained stone slab.
The voice of Gryzzlbok says, "Being an elf cant be the worst thing in the world, you could be a dwarf."
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra asks, "Perhaps it's not the dark elves who were hardened, hm?"
Speaking heartily to Jerram, Chamorr asks, "What year is this?"
Jerram says, "Lie down on that. I will wait for the others."
Speaking to you, Geijon says, "Stop, Juspera."
Evia says, "No no no no."
You reach out and touch a stained stone slab.
Shinann whispers, "This sounds all wrong..."
Evia stands in front of you.
You glance uneasily at Jerram.
Cryheart points at a pile of dark elven corpses.
Cryheart looks over at you and shakes his head.
Speaking to Jerram, Ruffelin asks, "Wha' d'ye expect ta happen ta Juspera when ye transform 'er. Kin ye explain ta us, please?"
Thrassus whispers, "Who knows? It might work."
You glance at Thrassus.
Speaking to Jerram, Ruffelin asks, "An' if wha' happens is different frae wha' ye expect, will ye listen ta us?"
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "Your corruption is absolute."
Speaking to Ruffelin, Evia exclaims, "That pile be his failures, he failed and thats what happens!"
Speaking to Ruffelin, Goblyn says, "He does wish to show, not to be doing this explaining."
Speaking to Ysharra, you whisper aloud, "What's going on?"
Thrassus whispers, "He does have an aura of power about him."
Speaking to you, Ysharra asks, "It's like your cave, isn't it?"
You feel the blood drain from your face.
>l
[Wasteland Cavern, Purity Tomb]
The walls of the earthen chamber are darkened by age and old blood. Chains hang from the ceiling, some with hooks still stained with fresh blood. Set into the ground is a dark red sigil, a deep gold sigil, and a shadowy black sigil. You also see a volatile aurora spirit that is flying around, the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, a pile of dark elven corpses and a stained stone slab.
Also here: Dergoatean, Miss Goblyn who is sitting, Lord Chamorr, Alasatia, Chaoswynd, Lord Thrassus, Shinann, Berost, Draught, Magister Raelee, Iseo, Rasson, Sockmo, Guarrin, Neopuron, Bernadette, Pukk who is lying down, Katiesa, Ysharra, Pietra, Yakushi, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Sir Ruffelin, Razanetika, Melikor, Event Planner Leafiara, Sir Bristenn, Maags, Dame Evia, Mayor Lylia, Xorus, Zosopage, Soneiken, Sir Geijon, Cruxophim, Sir Cryheart, Sentinel Jerram
Obvious paths: west
You nod at Ysharra.
Speaking to you, Ysharra asks, "How changed were we when we left?"
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
For a hint of what went on in said cave, see this log from the early 2000s.
(Lylia moves closer to the shadowy black sigil until she stands just beside it.)
Leafiara looks thoughtfully at you.
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "This isn't going to end like you hope. Or how he wants."
Lylia points her clockwork staff at the area directly in front of her.
Jerram says, "Do not mind those."
Jerram nods at Lylia.
Speaking to Jerram, Ruffelin asks, "Please, explain ta us wha' will occur durin' th' transformation process. Wha' should we expect ta see?"
Lylia says, "Oh? And why not? I always mind most what people tell me not to mind..."
You mumble, "I just thought... I was going to be a regular elf."
(Lylia prods at the sigil with the silver-shod tip of her staff, not quite touching it.)
Shinann says, "I do not think it will turn out that way..."
Speaking thoughtfully to you, Cruxophim ventures, "It may still be possible."
Speaking to Jerram, Ruffelin asks, "An' if wha' happens isnae what ye describe ta us, will ye please hear us out?"
Iseo says, "You are a wonderful elf just as you are. Don't listen to that puritanical idiot."
The voice of Gryzzlbok says, "Those are just shed skins."
Guarrin glances meaningfully at a pile of dark elven corpses.
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "I wonder if they thought the same."
Speaking curiously in Elven to you, Leafiara says, "Would make more of a difference if that would be a different lifespan, but for you it wouldn't..."
Speaking softly to you, Razanetika exclaims, "There is nothing wrong with the elf that you are!"
Iseo says, "Dark light green yellow. Just be you."
Speaking quietly to Lylia, Pukk asks, "What if I said not to mind minding what they want you to mind?"
Jerram says, "Everyone is noise..."
Jerram nods to you.
Lylia gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Shinann says, "I mean... look at this cave."
Poor baby!
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra says, "Including you."
Xorus gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.
Jerram says, "Stop...and...be reborn."
Jerram nods to you.
You pick idly at a stained stone slab.
Lylia gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Melikor gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Jerram says, "Please. Lay down on the slab."
Cryheart says, "I think he dinnae recall the truth of the purification."
Cryheart nods to you.
You frustratedly say, "I don't understand."
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "You are no sentinel we can follow. We renounce your leadership."
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra asks, "Has it ever worked?"
Speaking to Jerram, Iseo says, "You shame me. You should not involve yourself this is not your place."
Shinann says, "If you do not understand then do not do it."
Thrassus whispers, "What's the worst that could happen?"
Speaking to Lylia, Dergoatean says, "I'm tempted to start casting everything in the book at the sigil, but I'm not sure I want what happens next."
Xorus gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "No just lord would state such a command."
Speaking slowly to you, Goblyn says, "He is maybe making you -better-, in the way that he does see it as better."
Jerram says, "There is no need. Please cease that."
Jerram says, "I will not ASK YOU AGAIN."
Jerram glances at Xorus.
Xorus smirks.
Melikor glances upward and whistles quietly, an innocent look on his face.
Lylia notes, "You have not asked me once. You have ordered me."
Faendryl, man. Can't live with 'em, can't exterminate 'em and throw their bodies in a cave.
Iseo asks, "Who gave him the right or mandate to do this?"
Jerram stands in front of you.
Lylia lightly says, "Ask anyone. I do not take kindly to orders."
Jerram says, "Please, on the slab."
Geijon recites:
"Get ready to engage"
Lylia gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Speaking to you, Ruffelin says, "Yer a brave lass. Wha' 'e expects will not occur. Ye'll disappear from 'ere as Geijon did."
Jerram says, "Let us restore you to your elven form."
You gaze with a bemused expression at Jerram.
Lylia gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Pukk quietly says, "Unless they order her to not take kindly to orders...then she gets confused."
Speaking nervously to Jerram, you say, "I want to believe you, but you have to explain the bodies."
Cruxophim calmly reminds, "It's her choice. That's what you lot go on about all the time, isn't it? Choice? Freedom?"
Ruffelin nods to you.
Jerram nods to you.
(Ysharra reaches down and pulls her cloak back, winding her forearm around a few twisting brambles, and lets the resultant wound drip over the dark red sigil, and looks at Juspera.)
Speaking to you, Ruffelin says, "Aye, git 'im ta tell ye."
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "You have heard these kinds of promises before."
Pukk abruptly punches at a dark red sigil!
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Jerram says, "The bodies are those whose hearts were too hardened. Too dark still."
You glance at Ysharra.
Speaking pointedly to Ysharra, Cruxophim reminds, "So have I."
Maags says, "It is her choice but she is confused."
Jerram says, "They did not survive."
Goblyn grins slowly at Jerram.
Evia says, "Baloney."
Guarrin glances between Ysharra and yourself.
Jerram says, "I know you will."
Jerram nods to you.
Geijon asks, "Who can convince Juspera?"
Speaking to Goblyn, you whisper aloud, "But you could raise me if I died?"
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra says, "Then perhaps you are the one who needs to be transformed."
Soneiken gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Pietra surreptitiously glances around the area.
Speaking to Geijon, Leafiara muses, "...only herself."
Speaking firmly to Ysharra, Cruxophim reminds, "And I'm still here because of it. Do you think what I would were it not for such would still be your ally?"
Goblyn raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Chamorr heartily says, "Sleep her."
Speaking to Jerram, Evia asks, "Where's the ones what made it???"
Speaking to Jerram, Ruffelin asks, "Sae, if 'er heart is too hard, she'll fall inta yer pile o' bodies, aye?"
Iseo asks, "Do they look like they got raised?"
Lylia gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Geijon says, "Our limit is close."
Speaking amusedly to Goblyn, Cruxophim urges, "Do it."
Speaking noncommittally to you, Goblyn says, "Maybe. Maybe not. It is depending on his methods."
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon exclaims, "Sentinel!"
You fidget.
Jerram stands in front of you.
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "What are you doing? You have knights amongst you."
Cryheart asks, "Are the corpses a result of the purification, Jerram?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Lylia says something you don't understand.
Jerram leans over and whispers, "Be free."
Melikor nods at Lylia.
You close your eyes for a moment.
Geijon says, "Stop him."
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
You reach out and touch a stained stone slab.
Goblyn looks thoughtfully at you.
You sit down next to a stained stone slab.
Ruffelin whispers, "Be brave."
Speaking to Jerram, Evia says, "Eh you been at this for centuries and not one good transform to show for it, just hulks."
Evia points at a pile of dark elven corpses.
Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.
Lylia gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Lylia casts at the black sigil and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.
Lylia gasps.
Maags says, "She can stop him."
Maags says, "If she wishes."
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Lylia gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Goblyn whispers, "If I cannot, it will be a new journey you are on, yes? This will be interesting, in either way it does go."
Goblyn nods approvingly to you.
Bristenn loudly sighs, "The corpses are not real. Nor is the ritual."
Speaking to you, Geijon says, "He is trapped a thousand years ago. This pains us all."
Jerram says, "You will survive it."
Dergoatean says, "No dispelling it, detecting, removing disease or poison from it."
Jerram nods to you.
Jerram says, "I know you will."
Speaking to Jerram, you say, "You don't know what I've done. I'm not so sure my heart's not... too far gone."
Speaking to Jerram, Iseo asks, "How do you know?"
Dergoatean says, "And no uncursing it, either."
Thrassus whispers, "Again, what is there to lose?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Lylia says something you don't understand.
Guarrin deeply says, "Makes you wonder. Did he actually do this, or just want to."
Speaking to Bristenn, Rasson says, "The corpses may not be, but I think the ritual will be effective... in something."
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Melikor gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Xorus gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Lylia says something you don't understand.
Bristenn reminds, "Recall the distorted fantasies the other phylacteries constructed. The late earl has clearly lost his wits."
Soneiken says, "The third sigil is charged."
Ruffelin says, "Allow Juspera ta follow through on this an be proof, as Geijon was."
You pant, trying to catch your breath.
Ruffelin says, "IF tha's 'er choice."
Evia agrees with Bristenn.
Speaking to Jerram, Geijon says, "I'd never follow your leadership as my liege."
(Juspera lies back onto the slab.)
You lie down.
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Lylia gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Jerram exclaims, "GET AWAY FROM THOSE!"
Melikor gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Xorus gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Dergoatean channels at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Soneiken says, "Get the other two."
Lylia channels at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Shinann slowly empties her lungs.
Dergoatean channels at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Lylia gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Xorus gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
(Juspera brings one arm up to cover her eyes.)
Goblyn leans over and whispers, "Maybe this only reason I am... uncertain... of his doing this for you, is that he is maybe a liar. I do not like liars."
Lylia gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Soneiken gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Xorus gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Jerram points at Lylia and he suddenly looks tired.
Goblyn whispers, "... but it will still be very much interesting!"
Jerram points at Xorus and he suddenly looks tired.
Lylia gasps.
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Dergoatean casts at the red sigil and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.
Xorus gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Jerram points at Dergoatean and he suddenly looks tired.
Xorus gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
You quietly whisper to Goblyn, "...it will."
Dergoatean says, "Didn't like that."
Lylia hisses, "Do not trifle with me like this."
Melikor gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Xorus gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Melikor gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Lylia gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Goblyn nods once to you.
Xorus gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Xorus casts at the gold sigil and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.
The sigil suddenly pulses with tendrils of essence, and Xorus suddenly disappears.
Geijon says, "Stop him."
You tremble.
Geijon says, "He's insane."
Lylia nods.
Melikor gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Goblyn folds her hands in her lap.
Jerram scowls.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Dergoatean says something you don't understand.
Lylia surveys the area.
Geijon says, "He's insane."
Lylia asks, "...Xorus?"
Jerram exclaims, "BE PURIFIED!"
Jerram swings a gleaming gold-runed maul at you!
AS: +892 vs DS: +370 with AvD: +41 + d100 roll: +74 = +637
... and hits for 177 points of damage!
Hard hit shatters your weapon arm.
You become solid again.
You suddenly feel less protected.
The deep blue glow leaves you.
Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around you.
The light blue glow leaves you.
Your sense of faith and conviction wanes.
You return to normal color.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.
...departing in 10 mins...
Lylia gasps.
Evia screams!
Geijon closes his eyes for a moment.
Cryheart frowns.
Goblyn is staring at you. Being dead, you have no choice but to stare lifelessly back.
Leafiara gestures at you.
You feel a tingle on your soul, as if a powerful hand is gently cradling it.
(Thy soul is bound to thy body for an extra 47 minutes and 30 seconds.)
Pietra stares at Jerram.
Ysharra stares at Jerram.
Maags slowly empties her lungs.
Thrassus shakes his head.
Guarrin clenches his jaw.
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra asks, "See?"
Rasson says, "That did not work well."
Cryheart says, "She still appears to be a dark elf."
Iseo says, "And still a dark elf."
Goblyn glances between Jerram and yourself.
Geijon exclaims, "Raise her. Protect her soul!"
Thrassus says, "Guess it didn't work after all."
You quietly ask, "What do I look like? What am I?"
Cruxophim touches you.
Jerram swings a gleaming gold-runed maul at Alasatia!
Some sculpted tenebrous leathers vertically strapped at the ribcage partially deflects the onslaught of the crushing attack.
Jerram swings a gleaming gold-runed maul at Alasatia!
A heavy barrier of stone momentarily forms around Alasatia and blocks the attack!
You have an unpleasant sense of deja vu.
Cryheart glances at Jerram.
Speaking in Faendryl, Lylia exclaims, "Only the red sigil remains!"
Speaking to Jerram, Evia exclaims, "Ya killed her!"
Melikor gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Melikor casts at the gold sigil and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.
Speaking to you, Leafiara says, "You're still you..."
Iseo focuses on you with intense concentration, and you feel the feathery brush of her mental presence.
Your right arm wound gradually fades, forming on Iseo's right arm instead.
Your left leg wound gradually fades, forming on Iseo's left leg instead.
The gentle infusion of Iseo's strength restores you somewhat.
Alasatia smirks at Jerram.
Jerram swings a gleaming gold-runed maul at Alasatia!
AS: +892 vs DS: +893 with AvD: +38 + d100 roll: +51 = +88
A clean miss.
You let out a hollow, ghostly moan.
Bristenn slowly corrects, "..apparently the ritual is a hammering."
Lylia gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Melikor gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Speaking to Jerram, Ysharra says, "All your attempts are cursed, because you are cursed."
The glowing specks of energy surrounding Alasatia intensify!
Jerram swings a gleaming gold-runed maul at Alasatia!
Alasatia dodges just in the nick of time!
Lylia channels at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
Dergoatean gestures at a deep gold sigil.
Nothing happens.
Speaking amicably to you, Leafiara says, "Just as good as ever."
Melikor gestures at a shadowy black sigil.
Nothing happens.
Bristenn raises his hand.
Bristenn draws a glowing pattern in the air before Jerram.
Jerram's eyes roll up into his head as he slumps to the ground.
Bristenn looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Guarrin deeply says, "Oh good. I know that ritual too."
Dergoatean gestures at a dark red sigil.
Nothing happens.
The walls begin to shift and you briefly see Xorus standing before a silver cocoon.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Lylia says something you don't understand.
Evia blinks.
Leafiara cocks her head.
Lylia wrings her hands.
Ysharra touches Lylia.
Thrassus says, "That's... unusual."
Evia asks, "Are we unraveling?"
You quietly say, "It didn't work because my heart's too black. You know it."
Goblyn laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from you.
Dergoatean says, "If you've got spare mana, consider sending it to sorcerer friends."
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "I don't think you were the problem, my friend."
Break in coverage. I get raised by Goblyn then go to where Xorus is.
>l
[Wasteland Cavern]
The walls of the cavern are covered in patches of misshapen flesh, each connected to the next by a series of ichor-covered black veins. Tiny globules of blood drip slowly from the high ceiling. You also see a crowbill, a crowbill, a reinforced shield, a crowbill, a battered steel coffer, an iced oatmeal muffin, a star sapphire, a cudgel, a crystal wand, a smoky topaz, a flawless gold ring, a medium pink pearl and a large silver crystalline cocoon.
Also here: Cruxophim, Katiesa, Sir Ruffelin, Dergoatean, Guarrin, Sir Bristenn, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Shinann, Ysharra, Mayor Lylia, Melikor, Lord Thrassus, Magister Raelee, Xorus
Obvious paths: east, west
Xorus gestures at a large silver crystalline cocoon.
A large silver crystalline cocoon becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
Ruffelin bashes at the crystalline cocoon with his golvern adze!
Bristenn bashes at the crystalline cocoon with his hand-and-a-half sword!
Guarrin bashes at the crystalline cocoon with his massive sledgehammer!
Lauranathalasa bashes at the crystalline cocoon with her bastard sword!
You bash at the crystalline cocoon with your razor-sharp hatchet!
Roundtime: 10 sec.
Ysharra bashes at the crystalline cocoon with her vultite falchion!
Guarrin glances west.
Guarrin shakes his head.
You peer west and see ...
[Wasteland Cavern, Purity Tomb]
The walls of the earthen chamber are darkened by age and old blood. Chains hang from the ceiling, some with hooks still stained with fresh blood. Set into the ground is a dark red sigil, a deep gold sigil, and a shadowy black sigil. You also see a moldy orange cupcake, a small shield, a scimitar, a scimitar, a morning star, a falchion, a wooden shield, a wooden shield, a morning star, a morning star, a morning star, a series of complex runes of blood suspended mid-air, the palm frond-shaped Leafiara disk, a pile of dark elven corpses and a stained stone slab.
Also here: the body of Sir Geijon who is lying down, Sentinel Jerram, Alasatia, Draught, Avalera, Miss Goblyn who is sitting, the body of Lord Chamorr who is lying down, Chaoswynd, the body of Iseo who is lying down, Rasson, the body of Sockmo who is lying down, Neopuron, Bernadette, Pukk, Pietra, Yakushi who is immobilized, Razanetika, Event Planner Leafiara, Dame Evia, Zosopage, Soneiken, Sir Cryheart
Obvious paths: east, west
Ruffelin bashes at the crystalline cocoon with his golvern adze!
Melikor gestures at a large silver crystalline cocoon.
A large silver crystalline cocoon becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
Bristenn bashes at the crystalline cocoon with his hand-and-a-half sword!
The cocoon begins to weaken.
Xorus gestures at a large silver crystalline cocoon.
A large silver crystalline cocoon becomes a bit unsubstantial, and a shrill noise pierces the air as pieces of it simply disappear into nothingness!
Katiesa bashes at the crystalline cocoon with her mithril falchion!
Lauranathalasa bashes at the crystalline cocoon with her bastard sword!
You bash at the crystalline cocoon with your razor-sharp hatchet!
Roundtime: 8 sec.
Bashing and disintegrating continue during the below.
Guarrin deeply says, "Almost there. Keep at it."
Bristenn distractedly complains, "It sounds as though they're not faring well."
Guarrin deeply says, "They'll hold."
A burly dwarven defender ambles in.
A burly dwarven defender ambles in.
Speaking wryly to Guarrin, Bristenn teases, "You believe so?"
A burly dwarven defender ambles in.
A burly dwarven defender swings a bastard sword at Guarrin!
By amazing chance, Guarrin evades the attack!
A burly dwarven defender swings a bastard sword at you!
AS: +430 vs DS: +332 with AvD: +25 + d100 roll: +52 = +175
... and hits for 17 points of damage!
Slashing strike near forehead nicks an eyelid!
My, that stings!
White flames briefly flicker around Raelee's hand as she deftly traces an elemental pattern in the air.
Raelee gestures.
Raelee calls forth a coruscating torrent of sparks and white fire at a burly dwarven defender!
AS: +595 vs DS: +249 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +46 = +418
... and hits for 141 points of damage!
Blaze chars a burly dwarven defender's left arm. What's left is unusable.
The defender's tower shield falls to the ground.
Raelee calls forth a coruscating torrent of sparks and white fire at a burly dwarven defender!
AS: +595 vs DS: +223 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +85 = +483
... and hits for 170 points of damage!
Neck consumed in flame and charred to a crisp.
Some of the flames from the stream of fire linger around a burly dwarven defender.
Raelee calls forth a coruscating torrent of sparks and white fire at a burly dwarven defender!
AS: +595 vs DS: +219 with AvD: +26 + d100 roll: +81 = +483
... and hits for 165 points of damage!
Flames burn hole in chest exposing ribs!
Combat ensues with the dwarven defenders who have merged in from the other time pocket. But the fight was much tougher to the west, with Jerram and the other foes there. During the combat, Jerram started coming in and dragging dark elves back into the room with the bodies. Eventually I was one of them, and unfortunately this happened just before an implosion went off. My bits descended on TSC, I departed again, and returned after Jerram had already been killed. Damn.
You say, "Where is he? I was going to..."
Speaking gently to you, Cruxophim offers, "If you want a transformation... we can help."
Juspera says, "...do terrible things to him..."
The time pocket starts to melt and people wander back to town.
Speaking pleasedly to you, Leafiara says, "Ahhh, there you are."
Geijon says, "He slipped past th' portal."
You blink.
Ysharra reaches over and gently rests her hand on your shoulder.
You say, "I hate that man."
Speaking curiously to you, Cruxophim ventures, "Which one?"
Speaking helpfully to you, Leafiara says, "Well, he's good and dead and gone now, at least."
You say, "The human."
Shinann says, "The dwarf. The human is dead." (In response to Geijon.)
You scratch your ear.
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "I'm thinking Sir Bristenn was right, for what difference it makes to you."
Iseo exclaims, "Never trust a human telling you he can transform a Dark Elf!"
Speaking to you, Dergoatean asks, "So if you had the choice, you'd choose not to be ... us?"
Iseo asks, "What were you thinking?"
You glance down.
You mutter something inaudible.
Goblyn shows Cruxophim her dark elven corpse.
Goblyn adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking to Goblyn, Thrassus says, "Thank you for the giving of the life so many times this evening."
Iseo says, "I am a human. I know these things."
Speaking carefully to Thrassus, Goblyn says, "It is a good trade."
Speaking to Dergoatean, you say, "Everyone knows I'm not really one of you."
Iseo says, "You are YOU... Love your core Little one."
Speaking to you, Dergoatean says, "I know the feeling, honestly."
Cryheart says, "Miss Goblyn, ye shold put that back where ye found it."
Cryheart nods at Goblyn.
Xorus says, "However, our fairer cousins are welcome to seek me out for the other way, I will make 'Dark Elves' out of the goodness of my heart."
You shift your weight.
Speaking quietly to Goblyn, Pukk asks, "You just had to get you one of those did you?"
Speaking to you, Dergoatean says, "And as Iseo says, you're still one of you, just like this."
Speaking slowly to Pukk, Goblyn asks, "Who is saying it is only this 'one'?"
Speaking dubiously to Cryheart, Cruxophim ventures, "In the collapsed interdimensional vision of dubious reality?"
You quietly whisper to Goblyn, "Yes. Thank you. You were crucial tonight."
Lylia says, "What we are is born, not made."
Goblyn blushes a pink shade at you.
You nod at Goblyn.
Lylia says, "Yes. He sought transformation, and he attained it."
Speaking to Goblyn, Thrassus asks, "Is it an actual corpse?"
Goblyn whispers, "I am only doing this observing, Juspera. I did not... make any tides to be turning."
Lylia says, "As I promised him, when he told me he could 'improve' me."
Lylia glares.
Ysharra nods slowly at Goblyn.
Goblyn looks thoughtfully at Ysharra.
Goblyn frowns at Ysharra.
Goblyn gives a sidelong glance at you.
This sort of thing makes me nervous!
Xorus says, "Pity. I wished to watch him attempt purification."
You quietly whisper to Goblyn, "That's only because I'm so weak, it hardly mattered that you raised me. But it mattered to me."
Lylia says, "He was sufficiently purified at the end."
Xorus says, "Cleansed."
Raelee nods slightly at Xorus.
Thrassus whispers, "Too bad that didn't work out."
You nod slowly at Thrassus.
Ysharra gives a sidelong glance at you.
You glance at Ysharra.
Goblyn beams happily at Ysharra!
Cryheart says, "Good evening everyone."
Speaking quietly to Goblyn, Raelee asks, "What was your purpose in joining this venture?"
Leafiara wishes, "Rest well, all. And great work tonight!"
Goblyn cheerfully exclaims, "Everyone will be having a nice night!"
Lylia says, "Goodnight. I find myself wearier than expected."
Chamorr heartily says, "Night landin."
Evia says, "Thanks everyone for every dern thing."
Zosopage says, "Rest well all."
Sockmo asks, "I have only one question in earnest, did we prevail?"
Speaking to Sockmo, Dergoatean says, "Most certainly on one count. On the other count, perhaps not."
Iseo asks, "A little bit maybe?"
Speaking to Ysharra, you say, "We have to talk about this later."
From nearby, you hear Goblyn yell, "It is time for making delicious things!"
From nearby, you hear Leafiara yell, "Go get 'em Goblyn!"
Pukk yells, "Yay!"
Speaking to you, Ysharra asks, "Find me tomorrow?"
You nod at Ysharra.
Speaking calmly to Dergoatean, Cruxophim explains, "I imagine they're linked. It'll all come out in the wash."
Rasson says, "The over all war... yet to be seen."
Sockmo says, "Well one out of two is better than none out of two."
Speaking to Cruxophim, Dergoatean says, "The wash, yes."
Ruffelin says, "Rest well, all."
Speaking to Raelee, you say, "Magister Raelee."
Speaking to Raelee, you say, "I hope we get to talk later too."
Speaking to you, Raelee asks, "Why?"
Guarrin deeply says, "Good night all."
Speaking to you, Dergoatean says, "Let's have a drink or three some time."
Speaking to you, Dergoatean says, "On me."
Dergoatean looks thoughtfully at Sockmo.
Dergoatean gazes thoughtfully at his brocade socks.
Sockmo asks, "I miss something?"
Speaking to Sockmo, Dergoatean says, "I went to consider a pair of socks, and missed."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "Magister Raelee."
Raelee glances at you.
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "Did you see all that tonight?"
Raelee whispers, "I was present, yes."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "It was weird huh?"
Raelee whispers, "... it was."
Dergoatean says, "Good night, friends and associates."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "I missed what happened at the end. With the cocoon."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "I wanted to kick that man in the balls!"
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "You know what I mean?"
Thrassus looks thoughtfully at you.
You quietly whisper to Thrassus, "I missed my chance."
You quietly whisper to Thrassus, "My heart's too black."
Raelee whispers, "No, I do not."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "Well I hate him. I wish I'd been the one to kill him."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "I bet you killed a lot of them huh."
Thrassus whispers, "Perhaps you'll get an additional chance some day."
You nod at Thrassus.
Thrassus whispers, "It might take a different form, so keep your eyes open."
Thrassus whispers, "Also, black hearts are relative."
You quietly whisper to Thrassus, "Well yeah."
You quietly whisper to Thrassus, "But I died. When he hit me."
Thrassus nods to you.
Thrassus ponders.
Thrassus whispers, "Lylia and Xorus had dispelled two of those sigils before he hit you. That might have stopped the process from happening."
The coppery barn owl hoots.
Raelee whispers, "The various defenders? Soldiers? Beasts?"
You nod at Raelee.
Speaking to you, Thrassus says, "Do keep in mind what I said."
You nod at Thrassus.
Raelee whispers, "I did, yes. It was difficult to count, however. I could not provide numbers."
You quietly whisper to Raelee, "Well good. Thanks for helping."
You mumble, "Time for bed."
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