You gesture and invoke the powers of the elements for the Unlock spell... Your spell is ready.
You gesture at a corroded silver chest.
You hear a soft click from the chest and it suddenly flies open. The scintillating light fades from your hands. As you cast your spell, you hear a buzzing noise coming from within a corroded silver chest. Something darts out of the chest and settles at the lock opening! A tiny insect with a glimmering opalescent shell flutters there momentarily, then opens its wings and faces you!
A glimmering opalescent scarab releases a radiant burst of energy towards you! For some reason, you feel extremely unlucky.
Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath your feet! Several of the thorns jab into you! ... hits for 30 points of damage! ... 35 points of damage! Bladder impaled, what a mess! You are stunned for 8 rounds! ... hits for 32 points of damage! ... 45 points of damage! Awesome shot skewers skull! You blink once and fall quite dead! The buzz of thoughts in your mind subsides. Your senses are no longer as sharp.
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...
Chittering noisily, the opalescent scarab disappears once more into the chest. Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
* Carli just bit the dust!
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
loo[Hidden Settlement] Two small tents flank the path as it splits to the southeast and southwest and you note a pair of eyes watching you quietly from inside one of them. Silence prevails here as even the wind blowing lightly through the trees is a barely audible whisper. You also see some midnight black crystal-studded brigandine and a corroded silver chest. Obvious paths: north, southeast, southwest.
Troble just arrived.
Troble winces.
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
You say, "Oh thank goodness."
Troble 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 7 minutes.)
You give a ghostly chuckle.
Troble grins.
Troble put a white ora crescent-bladed waraxe in his rat hide cloak.
Troble slings a white vultite shield over his shoulder.
Troble says, "ye in good hands"
You say, "Had my first run-in with a scarab"
Troble removes a tincture of pothinir from in his leather herb satchel.
You sigh softly, your ghostly voice a mere breath on the wind.
Troble forces your mouth open, and pours in a small amount from his tincture of pothinir. Your abdomen feels better. Roundtime: 10 sec.
Troble forces your mouth open, and pours in a small amount from his tincture of pothinir. Your abdomen feels better. Roundtime: 10 sec.
Troble says, "there, no bleedin"
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Troble gestures at you. A silvery translucent thread extends from Troble encompassing you. You sense the warmth and comfort of salvation.
You say, "Thank you so much for coming."
Troble says, "very welcome Carli."
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Troble kneels down.
Troble places his hand on his white cow pendant.
Troble gestures at you. Troble suddenly looks very drained.
You feel a sudden jolt of nothing short of the raw power of divine intervention. For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to move quite yet, but feel relieved nonetheless. You feel the touch of the hand leave your soul.
Troble says, "welcome back"
Troble sits up.
You say, "ugh..."
Troble rubs you.
You say, "Spike thorn."
You sit up.
Troble winces.
You glance at a corroded silver chest.
You pick up some midnight black crystal-studded brigandine.
You give Troble a quick little smooch.
You ask, "Would you like a lift to town?"
Troble blushes a florid shade of deep crimson.
You pick up a corroded silver chest.
You put a corroded silver chest in your black silk cloak.
Troble says, "aye please. terrified of runnin inta a tree"
Troble shudders.
Troble stands up.
Troble joins your group.
You stand back up.
You work your way into some midnight black crystal-studded brigandine.
You sense the link to Troble's soul slip peacefully away.
n[Hidden Settlement] Troble followed.
n[A Dark Forest Path] Troble followed.
go foot[Upper Trollfang, Winding Trees] Troble followed.
nw[Upper Trollfang, Winding Trees] You feel like ducking low as a branch from a nearby tree swings down into the path almost touching your head. The wind is definitely stronger here and you can't help but listen to its eerie song as it plays along the leaves and branches of the forest. You also see a tree spirit. Obvious paths: west, southeast.
wA tree spirit tries to ensnare you! AS: +190 vs DS: +41 with AvD: +34 + d100 roll: +50 = +233 ... and hits for 13 points of damage! Loose arm hold.
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...
The spirit lets out a harsh, contemptuous laugh!
* Carli just bit the dust!
You begin to wail, your spirit lamenting your current state.
You say, "Go."
Troble just arrived.
A tree spirit gestures at Troble! CS: +123 - TD: +60 + CvA: +12 + d100: +35 - +5 == +105 Warding failed! ... 10 points of damage! Jarring blow to Troble's weapon arm. Troble is knocked off his feet!
Troble stands up.
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched. The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
Troble grabs your body and drags it southeast with him.
[Upper Trollfang, Winding Trees]
Troble just wandered down a small footpath, dragging your body with him.
[A Dark Forest Path]
Troble pants.
You exclaim, "I am so sorry!"
Troble says, "horrid luck"
Troble asks, "did ye drop anything?"
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Troble 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 7 minutes.)
Troble grabs your body and drags it south with him.
[Hidden Settlement]
Troble grabs your body and drags it south with him.
[Hidden Settlement] Two small tents flank the path as it splits to the southeast and southwest and you note a pair of eyes watching you quietly from inside one of them. Silence prevails here as even the wind blowing lightly through the trees is a barely audible whisper. Also here: Troble Obvious paths: north, southeast, southwest.
You say, "I dont think so, and if I did, leave it."
Troble says, "ah dinna see nothin."
You say, "I am glad I at least knew enough to wait till the link was gone..."
Troble says, "aye"
Troble grins.
You ask, "Mind if we rest here till I get enough mana to take us home?"
Troble says, "soon as i recover a touch more ye be up an alive"
Troble nods.
Troble says, "i'll send ya all we need"
Troble grins.
Troble kneels down and begins to meditate.
You exclaim, "Getting you to title, I am!"
You laugh, the sepulchral sound echoing through the room.
The appearance of great calm leaves Troble as he looks up and glances around.
Troble chuckles.
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Troble gestures at you. A silvery translucent thread extends from Troble encompassing you. You sense the warmth and comfort of salvation.
Troble carefully diagnoses your injuries.
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
You say, "Didnt think about using it."
Troble exclaims, "take two!"
You laugh, the sepulchral sound echoing through the room.
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
loo troYou see Troble Dantalis the Crusader. He appears to be a Giantman of the Wind Runner Clan. He appears to be young and very tall. He has piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder length, thick dark brown hair. He has a prominent nose and a short beard. He has some minor cuts and bruises on his right arm. He is wearing a crude gold ring, a crystal amulet, a pair of muddied brown leather boots tied with frayed rope laces, some burnished blue double leather, a wood-clasped rat hide cloak, a broken visored helm, a frayed beaded pouch, a white vultite shield, a scuffed leather knapsack, a black and white cow pendant suspended from a red cord, and a weathered leather herb satchel.
Troble gestures at you. Troble suddenly looks very drained.
You feel a sudden jolt of nothing short of the raw power of divine intervention. For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to move quite yet, but feel relieved nonetheless. You feel the touch of the hand leave your soul.
You manage to make a faint wheezing sound.
You manage to make a faint wheezing sound.
You sit up.
You grumble.
Troble says, "welcome back... agian"
Troble grins.
You say, "I am so sorry about that."
You grin at Troble.
Troble rubs you.
Troble says, "its ok, accidents happen"
You say, "Living up to my old namesake, I guess."
You grin impishly.
Troble grins.
You remove a silvered crystalline vial from in your instrument case.
A sickly goo trickles out of the vial and into your mouth. An intense burning sensation consumes your mouth and throat!
* Carli just bit the dust!
You grasp futilely onto the last vestiges of life pulling at the thread linking you to Troble's soul!
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...
Troble exclaims, "ach!"
You exclaim, "What the Hell!"
Troble says, "they go bad"
Troble says, "the vials"
You groan, making a very unsettling sound.
Troble winces.
You say, "I am gonna go hide in a hole now..."
Troble raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Troble 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 7 minutes.)
Troble rubs you.
You ask, "Are your powers gone?"
Troble says, "for a bit i'm afraid."
You howl in frustration at your nonliving state!
Troble says, "the link was broken, nay sure the implication"
Troble rubs you.
You say, "I feel more bad for the trouble I caused you than anything."
Troble says, "please nay worry"
Troble says, "I fear for ye, dont run outta deeds on me"
You say, "I got tons"
Troble rubs you.
Troble says, "But from what i understand those weapon vials spoil"
Troble winces.
Troble says, "after too soon a time."
You say, "I didnt know that..."
Troble says, "I just recently found out myself."
Troble says, "depreciates the value of the things i'd say"
Troble gibbers incoherently.
A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog dissipates to reveal Khakur.
A forest pixie scampers by singing, "Carli Carli poisoned by her own vile vial. Got Troble in trouble all the while. Now she's dead covered in bile, someone should take her weapon and whap her awhile." He snickers and scampers off.
Troble rubs you.
Troble laughs!
Khakur shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
You groan, making a very unsettling sound.
Troble says, "oh no now the pixies are on ya"
You say, "Oh no... "
With great effort you give a keening cry, your spectral tears falling to the ground.
Khakur rubs you.
Khakur says, "not yer day is it dear"
You say, "Definately going back to my old namesake"
Khakur kneels down.
Troble rubs you.
Khakur carefully diagnoses your injuries.
Khakur closes his eyes for a moment.
Khakur hangs his head.
Khakur just touched a golden anvil symbol.
Khakur touches you.
Khakur raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Khakur gestures at you. A silvery translucent thread extends from Khakur encompassing you. You sense the warmth and comfort of salvation.
Troble says, "sorry i cannae unstun."
Khakur continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Khakur recites: "By Eonak's power and with the grace of Lorminstra I forge thy soul to thy body again Carli"
Khakur raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Khakur gestures at you. Khakur suddenly looks very drained. You feel a sudden jolt of nothing short of the raw power of divine intervention. For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to move quite yet, but feel relieved nonetheless. You feel the touch of the hand leave your soul.
A forest pixie yells out, "What was that? Lady Everdying? Or Lady Clumsyvial?"
Troble laughs!
Troble says, "such morbid humor"
Troble chuckles.
You bury your face in your hands.
You say, "The first one."
Khakur says, "Welcome back Carli"
Troble rubs you.
Khakur says, "come out ye little bugger and we will change yer name to patte"
You exclaim, "Ok... bind me and fog me town!"
You thrash around on the ground.
Khakur grins at you.
Khakur stands up.
You sit up.
You frown at Troble.
You say, "I am so sorry, hun"
Troble rubs you.
Troble says, "please nay worry"
Troble says, "So long as ye be ok, as am I."
Troble smiles at you.
You sense the link to Khakur's soul slip peacefully away.
You hug Troble.
A forest pixie yells out, "Lady Everdying of you I sing, Khakur is all over her, with his priestly hammer, and ding-a-ling. Don't you know what priest will do, and Troble watches for trouble , what a poo!"
Troble chuckles.
Troble says, "thats an interestin lil bard pixie"
Troble grins.
You sing: "Little pixie, of taunts you sing Getting into everything With cutting tongue, we all do see The end of my stick is where you'll be"
Khakur says, "there, now no more dying from ya today"
You fold your arms over your chest.
Troble starts chuckling at you!
Troble nods.
Khakur grins at you.
Troble says, "thas tellen 'em"
Troble stands up.
Troble wobbles, looking a bit faint.
You sigh.
You stand back up.
Troble rubs you.
You rub Troble.
Troble says, "tis been a day for ye lass"
Troble says, "but it'll get better"
Khakur says, "if ye catch it, squeeze it a good one and make some cheap wine"
Troble says, "who knows next ye die ya may fall on an crush the pixie"
You beam at Khakur.
Troble winks at you.
Khakur grins.
Troble chuckles.
You say, "Good idea"
A forest pixie yells out, "Lady Everdying of you I sing, the only stick you got is the ugly one from your day of birth. Take it in hand once again, and beat Troble for all your worth. He caused your faults and your issues too, and if your not careful in nine months, Khakur will be the father of two."
Your jaw drops.
Troble laughs!
You say, "Now he got you two involved..."
Troble says, "oh how bad"
Khakur says, "come out ye little devil, I'll show ya what for"
You lick the naginata.
Khakur says, "I'll pinch yer littl head off real quick"
Troble chuckles.
You say, "You were never at fault, hun"
You nod to Troble.
You survey the area.
Troble rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Troble searches around for a moment.
Troble stamps his way around a tent!
Troble asks, "where are ya pixie?"
Troble says, "We jes wanna talk, honest"
Troble smirks.
Troble stamps his way around a tent!
Troble whistles tunelessly to himself.
Khakur mutters under his breath.
Khakur waves.
You sing: "Little pixie, answer my plea Go get sucked on by a flea. COntract a virus, die in vain So we can cage you for empath Pain."
Troble waves to Khakur.
Khakur says, "you two be careful"
Khakur blurs into a white fog and vanishes!
A forest pixie yells out, "Stop licking things in front of the priest, you'll get even in more Troble troubles, and my curse to you is that your two will be real beasts. This is the end my time is done, under the sun, off for fun."
You wave.
You say, "Ok..."
You stare at nothing in particular.
You say, "And I used to think highly of those creatures."
