Early in the morning (I want to say close to 9 am?) on Saturday (10/01/2016) a bunch of evil dolls appeared in Riverhaven following a moon mage vision that I unfortunately do not have. After running amok in the city proper, they exited out the East gate and traveled to the Northeast Wilds before they were destroyed. I am going to post a shorter log (it's still pretty long as is) that cuts out some extra dialogue and a lot of the combat. The full version with those things included is here if you'd like to take a look: http://pastebin.com/6kCB7r6x
Your mind hears Hnot thinking, "{faintly}" "well, that was creepy"
Your mind hears Whirlingblade thinking, "{faintly}" "Invasion comin whooot"
Your mind hears Derium thinking, "where?"
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "not here"
Your mind hears Whirlingblade thinking, "{faintly}" "not sure i just saw the vision a moment ago"
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "I did too"
Your mind hears Kalewen thinking, "{faintly}" "Hengwild has nothing to report as yet."
You gaze at a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
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You ask, "Shall the mortals suffer more? Shall there be more death?"
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You tilt your head back and close your eyes, basking luxuriously.
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You say, "Mmm..."
Your mind hears Ryber thinking, "got dolls running loss in Haven"
Your mind hears Hnot thinking, "{faintly}" "dolls? I hate hobglup!"
Your mind hears Ryber thinking, "sneering rough hewn dolls on the attack"
You say, "Perhaps I shall offer to sing a dirge to those who shall find their deaths at small doll hands."
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You chortle softly and draw tiny circles in the air with the tip of your tail.
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You say, "Their bodies would make handsome kindling to Thee, my Lord."
Your mind hears Hnot thinking, "hope no one has any latent dolls in their vault..."
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "nasty dolls"
Your mind hears Hammerfist thinking, "the dolls are tougher than the normal invaders so far"
Your mind hears Whirlingblade thinking, "they seem easier than the juvenile wyverns in shard"
Your mind hears Hangren thinking, "but harder than stormbulls"
Magmis just came through the east gate, dragging the body of Hnot behind him.
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You smirk.
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Magmis says, "Calling for an empath."
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You say, "Oh dear."
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Derium came through the east gate.
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Derium waves.
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You hear the ghostly voice of Hnot say, "Vicious little things."
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Derium warmly asks, "Need a hand?"
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You hear the ghostly voice of Hnot say, "Please."
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "I hate dolls"
Derium nods.
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You hear the ghostly voice of Hnot say, "I gotta get back into the fight."
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You chortle softly and draw tiny circles in the air with the tip of your tail.
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You pull away from Derium's touch.
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You say, "I am fine."
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Derium nods to you.
Your mind hears Teille thinking, "{faintly}" "Right up there with clowns."
You ominously say, "But Riverhaven? Perhaps not so fine."
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Derium nods to you.
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You narrow your eyes and rasp tenebrously, "May my life not be tangled in Harawep's weaving, and her wrath not sweep like fire across the lands." (Whiteburn narrows her eyes and rasps tenebrously to herself.)
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Derium warmly says, "That's true."
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You exclaim, "Yes, return to the fray! Spill your blood!"
Your mind hears Ramiyah thinking, "{faintly}" "so a doll dressed as a clown is a no for you then?"
Derium warmly says, "I'm here if you need help."
Your mind hears Sophrona thinking, "{faintly}" "are dolls constructs?"
Your mind hears Derium thinking, "can we get a cleric to the east gate of riverhaven please?"
You jubilantly say, "Drogor shall drink well this night and be sated upon the blood of so many thoughtful donors."
Your mind hears Hammerfist thinking, "some are taking 10 hits to down"
Derium warmly says, "I'm not familiar with gods or dolls."
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Derium chuckles.
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Derium warmly says, "So I'll take your word for it."
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Derium warmly says, "Although, I wonder if they have blood to drink."
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Derium ponders.
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You hear the ghostly voice of Hnot say, "I really hope its not hobglup."
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You gesture at Hnot.
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You say, "He does."
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Derium nods.
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Derium warmly says, "Now he does."
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Derium warmly says, "So drink up."
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You say, "And the other fleshling mortals who fight so valiantly."
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Heartbreaker Hangren came through the east gate.
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Derium waves to Hangren.
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Vivikka came through the east gate.
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Derium waves to Vivikka.
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Vivikka exclaims, "I hate dolls!"
[You] "Fight, Therengians, fight! Spill your blood upon the foe! The Faldesu shall lap it up and it shall be pleasing to the Mighty Drogor!"
Derium warmly asks, "So kill them?"
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Sensitive Nakori came out of the Faldesu river.
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Derium nods.
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Vivikka says, "They are kinda hard."
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Vivikka says, "I killed one."
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Nakori hiccups.
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Your lips turn up in an ear-to-ear grin at Nakori.
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Derium applauds.
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Nakori trills softly at Derium.
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Hangren asks you, "Are you going to raise him?"
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Hangren gestures at Hnot.
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Hangren says, "So he can "spill more blood."
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You glance up at the sky.
The sky is clear.
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Woodland Shadow Maltris just arrived.
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You say, "I do not make a habit of resurrecting."
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Hangren says, "Okay then."
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Maltris asks, "Where can I assist in finding these dolls, to aid in the spilling of blood?"
Your mind hears Hangren thinking, "could use a cleric to riverhaven, guess this one doesnt know how to raise yet"
Vivikka points at the east gate.
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Vivikka went through the east gate.
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A haunting moan permeates the area, causing your skin to crawl!
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You say, "I know naught about the defense of a city. I am but a poor banished Priestess. My duties are to this altar and nothing more."
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Woodland Shadow Maltris went through the east gate.
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Derium warmly asks, "So you sit here. All day?"
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Nakori twitches an ear nervously.
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Derium warmly asks, "Every day?"
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Derium warmly asks, "Watching a pile of rocks?"
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Nakori taps a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
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Nakori meekly says, "It's wood."
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You ask Derium, "You are making a joke with such foolish questions, yes?"
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Derium warmly says, "I stand corrected."
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Derium warmly says, "I'm more astonished."
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Derium warmly says, "It seems like a... quiet life."
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Hangren says, "Best sacrifice him."
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Hangren points at Derium.
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Derium frets.
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You thoughtfully say, "I could."
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With a flick of his wrist a misericorde suddenly appears in Hangren's right hand!
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You say, "It would be more quiet."
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Derium coughs.
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Hangren rubs a misericorde on Derium's nose.
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With a flick of his wrist a misericorde suddenly disappears from Hangren's hand.
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Derium warmly says, "I meant no disrespect, well at least I mean no disrespect now."
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A gentle jingling tone comes from around Derium.
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Padhg just arrived, riding on his witchclaw broom.
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Padhg's broom floats down to the ground, and then he dismounts.
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Padhg attaches a witchclaw-handled broom with rawhide-bound bristles to his mining belt.
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A stoic alfar warrior calmly strides in and surveys the area.
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Nakori trills softly at Padhg.
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "{faintly}" "One would think they are dolls. Is there a way to tell upon looking at them somehow?"
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "{faintly}" "I ment One would think they are constructs."
(Derium stands behind an alfar warrior.)
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Padhg bows to Nakori.
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Derium nods.
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Hangren waves to Padhg.
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Tankata says, "Cavalry has arrived."
Your mind hears Myrable thinking, "{faintly}" "are there some attacking somewhere?"
Tankata says, "Where are the dolls.."
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Derium points west.
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You say, "Oh well, now I feel perfectly safe."
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Hangren points at the east gate.
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Derium warmly says, "Through the gate."
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Tankata nods to you.
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Tankata says, "As you should."
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Tankata's group went through the east gate.
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You rise to one knee, bowing your head in deference.
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You get some holy water from inside an ornate chalice carved from stormy-grey quartz trimmed with silver which is in your rucksack.
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "{faintly}" "They were attacking west gate of haven, I believe. A doll dressed as a clown."
[Whiteburn cleans the altar as Padhg is preparing Hnot for resurrection.]
Derium warmly says to you, "Your altar is dusty."
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Player Coulin came out of the Faldesu river.
Your mind hears Myrable thinking, "{faintly}" "that does not sound good"
Hangren chants in a tenor voice:
"Sacrifice
Sacrifice"
Nakori sneezes.
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Coulin pokes Hnot to see if he will move.
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Derium frowns at Hangren.
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You say to Derium, "No. It is not."
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Derium warmly says, "Shush, you."
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Derium taps a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
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Coulin darkly says, "He looks dead."
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Derium warmly asks, "This one?"
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You make a grunting noise.
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Player Coulin went through the east gate.
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Derium warmly says, "Hm, I guess it's not."
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Derium warmly says, "I could have sworn..."
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A haunting moan permeates the area, causing your skin to crawl!
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Derium shrugs.
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You ask Derium, "Do you not have something more productive to do?"
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Derium warmly says, "Oh well."
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Derium warmly says to you, "I might if you let me heal you."
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Derium grins.
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You sit down near a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
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Nakori meekly says, "There was some dust, from everyone coming and going, but I sneezed it away."
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Derium smiles at Nakori.
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As Padhg sings a glorious paean to Firulf, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Hnot.
Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Hnot, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Hnot blinks dazedly, wobbling on his feet.
Padhg drops to one knee.
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Derium warmly says, "He lives."
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You sigh.
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Derium warmly says, "Very good."
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Padhg stands up.
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You say, "Not as such."
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Derium looks thoughtfully at you.
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Derium warmly says, "You must be fun at parties."
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Nakori nods to Derium.
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Nakori meekly says, "She's lots of fun."
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Derium chuckles.
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Hnot just hugged Padhg.
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Hnot says, "Hooray."
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You cheerfully say, "But at least he may die again, that his blood may perhaps be pleasing to Drogor. In that way, it perhaps is a blessing in disguise."
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Hnot stretches his arms.
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Nakori meekly exclaims to you, "You should come to more of my parties!"
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Nakori meekly says to herself, "You should have more parties."
[Derium leaves to go find other people to help, and Hnot dives back into the fray. Nakori and Padhg share lunch while discussing weasels and boobries as the invasion continues. On the gweth...]
Your mind hears Kalewen thinking, "{faintly}" "If they crack or break up, rather than bleed and bruise, they're usually constructs. I think... "
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "Yeah, these finely carved crim-faced dolls with brightly glowing eyes are still in Haven"
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "{faintly}" "creepy"
Your mind hears Myrable thinking, "{faintly}" "that is remnicient of Hobglubs dolls, they were creepy that way I read"
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "Just a warning, to anyone headed for Haven, it seems like most of the southwestern part of town has been overrun with these dolls. So be careful if you come here."
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "there is even one outside the west gate"
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "And they aren't very easy either. Someone earlier said harder then storm bulls and easier then baby wyverns. Just an fyi."
[You] "Good citizens, fighters and adventurers, come to Riverhaven! In great droves! In schools! Fall in scores that perhaps your deaths may be pleasing to the Lord of Storms!"
Your mind hears Vivikka thinking, "oh dear"
Your mind hears Teille thinking, "{faintly}" "That's quite the sales pitch."
Your mind hears Slavis thinking, "Very effective. I think I peed a little."
Your mind hears Aradar thinking, "{faintly}" "aye. if you follow Drogor."
[After some more conversation...]
Padhg says to Nakori, "Thank you for sharing your beef."
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Nakori beams at Padhg!
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes hobbles into the room, dragging a tiny scythe behind it.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes hobbles into the room, dragging a tiny scythe behind it.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes hobbles into the room, dragging a tiny scythe behind it.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes hobbles into the room, dragging a tiny scythe behind it.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes hobbles into the room, dragging a tiny scythe behind it.
The finely-carved doll begins to advance on you!
The finely-carved doll is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
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The finely-carved doll begins to advance on you!
The finely-carved doll is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
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The finely-carved doll begins to advance on you!
The finely-carved doll is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
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The finely-carved doll begins to advance on you!
The finely-carved doll is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
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The finely-carved doll begins to advance on Hnot.
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Nakori meekly exclaims, "Any time... that I have beef... and remember I have it... and you look hungry... and you're around so I can... eep!"
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You stand back up.
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You laugh in maniacal glee!
[The battle is joined! Hammerfist and Kja arrive to help fight off the dolls. Nakori and Padhg dive into the river. Whiteburn seems to be enjoying herself as she gets torn to pieces.]
A white glow flares around you.
* Moving in gracefully, a finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes pounds at you. You badly fail to block with a glossy target shield of solid black light.
The fist lands a strong hit (6/23) that lightly pierces the left forearm.
[You're near death, solidly balanced with opponent in strong position.]
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You exclaim, "Ah... I come!"
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A white glow flares around you.
* Moving in gracefully, a finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes claws at you. You attempt to evade, stepping partly into the blow.
The claw lands a heavy strike (7/23) that shreds away skin and exposes the muscles of the abdomen.
You manage to clutch onto a mug of mocha coffee as you gasp your last!
Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world.
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You exclaim, "Wonder of wonders!"
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You exclaim, "To Drogor's domain, I fly!"
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes chants, "Bones, bones, bones!"
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You exclaim, "Take them all!"
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes bites at Hnot. The teeth lands a very heavy hit (8/23) that pokes a nasty hole in his neck!
* Hnot is slain before your eyes!
A glittering brilliant red sphere suddenly flares with a cold light and vaporizes!
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You exclaim, "Oh, yes!"
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Aradar just went through the east gate, dragging Hangren with him.
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You exclaim, "Kill! Kill! Blood will spill!"
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Hammerfist says, "They don't really have blood."
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes slams down at Aradar. The fist lands a very heavy hit (8/23) that rips apart the left bicep and splinters the bones of the upper arm!
* Aradar is slain before your eyes!
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You say, "Not theirs."
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You say, "Yours."
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You hear the ghostly voice of Aradar say, "Damn."
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You exclaim, "No escape! Death comes!"
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Hammerfist asks, "Oh so you are claiming responsibilty huh?"
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Sensitive Nakori came out of the Faldesu river.
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Nakori grabs Hangren's body and drags it northeast with her.
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Sensitive Nakori just arrived.
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Nakori grabs Hnot's body and drags it northeast with her.
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Sensitive Nakori just arrived.
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Nakori grabs your body and drags it northeast with her.
[Riverhaven Road, South Road]
The dirt surface of the South Road is trampled and wide at this point from the heavy traffic of merchant wagons and travelers. Following the natural cut through the foothills, the road continues northward and dips out of sight. A faint moisture hangs in the air from the Faldesu river directly to the south. The eastern gate of Riverhaven can be seen off to the southwest.
You also see a pot-bellied snaggletoothed piglet with an ichor-green surcoat with a black embroidered spider on the front and back on it, a finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes, an Arthe Dale pig and some ornate iron gates.
Also here: Sensitive Nakori, the body of Crystal Soul Hnot who is lying down and the body of Heartbreaker Hangren who is lying down.
Obvious paths: north, southwest.
The air fills with humming as a finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes arrives from the north!
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The finely-carved doll begins to advance on Nakori.
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Nakori meekly exclaims, "Eep!"
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Sensitive Nakori wanders southwest.
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Appearing to have lost sight of its target, a finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes stops advancing.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes sways softly back and forth.
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You exclaim, "No...! No! I must bear witness!"
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The air fills with humming as a finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes arrives from the north!
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes capers southwest, humming a song.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes capers southwest, humming a song.
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You sigh softly, an eerie sound that rouses the fears of the superstitious.
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The shine of the finely-carved doll's eyes glows in the moonlight.
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A finely carved grim-faced doll with brightly glowing eyes capers southwest, humming a song.
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Sensitive Nakori just arrived.
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Nakori frets.
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Padhg just arrived.
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Padhg asks, "Take them inside the gates?"
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You say, "No."
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Padhg pads southwest.
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Nakori meekly says, "There was a scary doll inside there too... and Whiteburn isn't allowed..."
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Nakori flails her arms about.
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Padhg just arrived.
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Woodland Shadow Maltris just arrived.
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You exclaim, "I must bear witness!"
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Nakori looks at you and sighs.
[Nakori heals everybody and Padhg once more begins to prepare the dead for resurrection.]
Maltris says to you, "Glad to see you thought it appropriate to sacrifice yourself as well."
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You laugh, the sepulchral sound echoing through the room.
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You say, "It is an honor to give my blood to Drogor."
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You exclaim, "May he drink deeply and be pleased!"
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Padhg says, "I was unable to move Aradar from the southwest."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic just arrived, leading his group.
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Kja says, "More in town."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic drifts north, leading his group.
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A quavering howl sounds from somewhere nearby, like that of a lost wolf.
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Nakori shivers.
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Padhg says, "There are many in town. And they are undead."
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Hammerfist just arrived, dragging the body of Aradar behind him.
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Maltris says, "Sadly, I am not much use in town."
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You ask, "Un...dead..?"
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Hammerfist says, "Altar clear."
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Padhg says, "They have no spirit."
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Woodland Shadow Maltris goes north.
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You say, "Oh how very kind of you, Therengian."
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As Padhg sings a glorious paean to Firulf, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Hnot.
Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Hnot, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Hnot blinks dazedly, wobbling on his feet.
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You say, "A shame you did not clean the altar with your blood."
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You laugh, the sepulchral sound echoing through the room.
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Hammerfist says, "I'm not a therengian."
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Kalewen just arrived.
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You say, "And yet you serve Therengia."
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As Padhg sings a glorious paean to Firulf, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards your body.
Dark crimson bands of light flow about your body, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into your body. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and you blink dazedly, wobbling on your feet.
You feel a warm touch on your forehead, barely noticeable as your first breath forces your lungs to expand. Suddenly, a surge of memories from the last moment before your death floods into your thoughts. You are comforted in remembering the lessons you were learning prior to your brief visit to the other side of the veil.
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Hammerfist asks, "And your point?"
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You rub your scalp in agitation.
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You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.
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Nakori meekly says, "Scary things are coming from the north..."
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You say to Hammerfist, "My point is that you are an empty-headed addlebrain."
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Hammerfist says, "I live here in haven and serve the baron."
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Raising your mocha coffee to Hammerfist, you give him a toast. Cheers!
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You take a sip of the coffee. Mmmm, good!
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Hammerfist says, "Well everyone is entitled to there own opinion."
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You say to Padhg, "My thanks to you."
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Nakori trills softly at Padhg.
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Padhg bows to you.
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Hammerfist says, "Even an addlebrain like yourself."
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You hear the ghostly voice of Aradar say, "Not the first time my curiosity got me killed."
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You say to Hammerfist, "Hm yes, you have me to thank for that word."
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As Padhg sings a glorious paean to Firulf, his hands begin to glow faintly silver. He extends a glowing hand towards the body of Aradar.
Dark crimson bands of light flow about the body of Aradar, pulsating with a heartbeat rhythm. Silvery-grey tendrils twine around the red bands, seeping into the corpse. As the last tendril vanishes from view, the bands explode with a brilliant flash and Aradar blinks dazedly, wobbling on his feet.
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You trill softly at Nakori.
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Nakori waves.
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Padhg bows to Nakori.
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Hammerfist bounces around happily.
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Aradar bows to Padhg.
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Nakori meekly exclaims, "I need to rest for a bit... no more dying...!"
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Nakori frets.
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Nakori waves.
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You nod to Nakori.
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Sensitive Nakori wanders southwest.
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You say, "I will... try."
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You stretch luxuriously, from the top of your head to the tip of your tail.
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Aradar gestures, and a smooth eruption of rock rises from the ground with a low rumble, shifting and flowing fluidly before settling into a seat of stone. He walks over to it and sits down.
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Kalewen says, "I can step in, if healing is needed."
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Kalewen smiles.
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Hammerfist says to you, "Back to your spot."
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Aradar calmly says, "Thank you for bringing me back from the beyond."
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You ask Hammerfist, "Are you deaf, addlebrain?"
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Hammerfist grabs your arm and drags you southwest with him . . .
[Riverhaven, Stone Bridge]
The lanes outside the eastern gate of Riverhaven are crowded with the bustle of street peddlers and merchant wagons coming and going in a great rush to sell their wares. Beggars line the paved road, aware that the more influential and wealthy folks use this gate. They hover, hands extended, hoping that a moment of kindness and charity might befall them. A stone bridge that once provided passage across the river is now little more than a crumbling stone pier used by some local fishermen.
You also see a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge, a boggy path along a river and some sacramental wine.
Also here: Hammerfist.
Obvious paths: northeast.
Hammerfist goes northeast.
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You say, "Thick as mud is the 'tog."
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You say, "That was invigorating."
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You squint at some sacramental wine.
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You pick up some sacramental wine.
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You kneel down upon the ground.
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You quietly pour some of the wine onto the altar. Amazingly, the liquid seems to be absorbed by the altar. A thin silvery mist rises from the altar and you inhale deeply of it. Your skin starts to tingle and after a moment you hear light laughter all about you....
You sense that you are as pure of spirit as you can be, and you are ready for whatever rituals might face you.
You feel that your gods have smiled upon you for your attempts to please them.
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Hand of the Elements Aradar just arrived.
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You chirr contentedly.
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You put your wine in the devotional pouch which is inside your rucksack.
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You stand back up.
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Aradar calmly says, "You remind me of somebody..."
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Aradar snaps his fingers.
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You fix Aradar with a cold, reptilian stare.
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A panicking citizen runs by, screaming about murderous dolls attacking in the residential neighborhoods!/bold say A panicking citizen runs by, screaming about murderous dolls attacking in the residential neighborhoods!
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Aradar calmly exclaims, "The Blackfire Cabal! thats it!"
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Aradar waves to you.
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You blink.
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Disciple Alagos just arrived, riding on his smokewood broom.
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You ask, "Er... what?"
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Aradar calmly says, "Ill stay clear of your.... altar."
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Alagos's broom floats down to the ground, and then he dismounts.
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group came through the east gate.
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Alagos pulls out his smokewood broom's retractable strap then slings it over his shoulder.
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Aradar winks.
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Disciple Alagos went through the east gate.
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Dreaderic scans the area briefly.
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You blink.
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Aradar calmly says, "Oh you know, fanatical cult, etc."
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Dreaderic asks, "Who was it love?"
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Empath Qiyan came through the east gate.
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You stare blankly into the distance.
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Kja says, "Whiteburn you need to be more careful with your toys."
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Qiyan nods politely to you.
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You say to Kja, "They are not mine, though I did enjoy... playing with them."
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You take a sip of the coffee.
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Qiyan exclaims, "G'luck!"
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Empath Qiyan wanders northeast.
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Aradar ponders.
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Kja asks, "Oh they are yours, you and your silly god. Toys of all things...couldn't come up with something a little more grown up?"
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A panicking citizen runs by, screaming about murderous dolls attacking in the residential neighborhoods!
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Aradar nods.
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Dreaderic chuckles.
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Kja says, "Lets go love."
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Kja nods to Dreaderic.
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You say, "Go, now. Go and spill your blood."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group went through the east gate.
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Aradar calmly says, "I figured the Lord of the Storm would at least have a bit of WEATHER."
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Aradar calmly says, "Thus my interest."
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You glance up at the sky.
The sky is very cloudy.
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Aradar calmly exclaims, "But, I have been wrong before!"
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Aradar glances up at the sky.
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You say to Aradar, "I really do not have the faintest idea what you are going on about."
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You say, "But you may continue if you wish."
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Aradar blinks at you.
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You get a crystal shrew bead from inside your locksmith's toolbelt.
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Aradar seems to be concentrating on you.
With the barest whisper of a breeze, a diminutive black cloud coalesces above your head.
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You take a sip of the coffee.
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Aradar calmly says, "A storm for you."
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Aradar bows.
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Crackling tendrils of electricity churn across the surface of the black cloud floating above your head. A spark falls from the cloud, landing on you and causing you to jump in surprise!
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You say, "This is a man-made storm."
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You say, "It requires work."
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You put your coffee in your rucksack.
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You move a crystal shrew bead to your right hand.
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Aradar shrugs.
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You say, "Not bad, but imperfect."
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The black cloud looms over your head, emitting a faint grumble as it roils with elemental malice.
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You say to Aradar, "Study harder."
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Aradar grins.
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Aradar calmly says, "Aye."
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You bow your head in acknowledgment.
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Immersing yourself in your faith you murmur, "Lady of supreme beauty, swat others out of my path as I quest for arcane wisdom... for if I cannot have the knowledge, no one will."
You sense that you are as pure of spirit as you can be, and you are ready for whatever rituals might face you.
You feel that the dark gods have cracked a bleak smile of good favor at your attempts to please them.
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Aradar calmly says, "Well, best of luck with those dolls of yours."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group came through the east gate.
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You say, "They really are not mine."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic drifts northeast, leading his group.
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Aradar nods.
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Aradar calmly says, "Your gods or whatever."
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Hand of the Elements Aradar went through the east gate.
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You notice a black panther stand back up.
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The black panther slinks off.
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You say, "Hmm... they are not Drogor's creations as far as I am aware."
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You gaze up at the sky.
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You say, "We only delight in the spilling of blood."
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You say, "But you left before I could explain."
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You pour your faith and devotion into a plea to Truffenyi, a crystal shrew bead held aloft in your hands.
A faint voice murmurs in your head, ~ "You are heard, child." ~
A delicate cinnabar moth flies about your arms. It is soon joined by another pair, and then by hundreds more until they are a cloud of black and rubious flecks flurrying around your offering. All of the moths' wings are suddenly torn off and drawn into a glowing Kerenhappuch orb that you now hold, the tiny bodies scattering at your feet.
The power of Truffenyi has answered your prayer.
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You begin chanting a psalm to invoke the Osrel Meraud spell.
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You gesture over the Kerenhappuch orb, muttering tones of enchantment!
You contribute your harnessed streams to increase the pattern's potential.
Crackling waves of rainbowed light swirl over the surface of the Kerenhappuch orb! It rapidly begins to expand and pulsate as the glassy surface shatters, exploding outward into a roiling ball of light that rises from your palm, into the air!
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Kalewen just arrived.
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You say, "Well that was interesting."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic just arrived, leading his group.
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group went through the east gate.
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Kalewen glances up at the black cloud.
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Kalewen ducks her head.
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Kalewen went through the east gate.
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A diminutive black cloud floats in place, barely moving at all.
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The black cloud slowly disperses, thin filaments of black water vapor unravelling until nothing remains.
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group came through the east gate.
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Dreaderic laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
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You cock your head.
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Kja says, "Hammerfist needs to tend to the rabble outside this gate."
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Commander Klurn came through the east gate.
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You ask, "Rabble?"
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Klurn waves.
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Klurn scans the area briefly.
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Kja says, "Yes, funny how you are here the same time as these dolls."
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Kja smirks.
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You say to Kja, "I am here very often."
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Dreaderic grabs Klurn's forearm in a vise-like grip and shakes him violently, greeting him like a long-lost Barbarian sibling.
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Klurn glances at you.
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Kja says, "He thinks you are just crazy."
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Kja says, "I think you are involved."
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You ask, "Do you?"
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Kja says, "Yes, I do."
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A panicking traveler runs by, screaming about murderous dolls attacking in Northeast Wilds!
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Dreaderic grins.
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You say, "Oh dear."
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Kja says, "More of your damned dolls."
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Dreaderic scans the area briefly.
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Klurn says, "She is allowed to be in the immediate area of the altar."
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Kja says, "She should be sacrificed on it."
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You say, "I was."
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You flash a quick grin.
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Kja says, "Then more perhaps."
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You chortle softly at some secret joke.
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Dreaderic nods to Kja.
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You say, "You all have fine and healthy imaginations."
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You say, "I am simply a banished Priestess tending to the altar of my Lord."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group went through the east gate.
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Klurn says, "I don't see Drogor playin with dolls but who knows."
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You say, "Hmmm. Well. The dolls are not His creations, as far as I am aware."
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You say, "We simply enjoy the spilling of blood."
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Klurn says, "That's not specific to Drogor."
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You arch your eyebrow.
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You wave your hand distractedly.
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Klurn says, "Well i must be off."
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Klurn nods.
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Commander Klurn went through the east gate.
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Whiteburn smiles wearily as she sinks to the ground beside the altar.
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You say, "Ay... what strength."
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You thoughtfully say, "Though I wonder. Are they truly undead? Surely not."
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Apocalypse Dreaderic's group came through the east gate.
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Kja grunts at you.
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You say, "Use your words."
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You make casual circles in the air with the tip of your tail.
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Kja says, "Wait to see if anymore townies run screaming by."
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You say, "The dolls appear to have moved south."
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You say, "Though perhaps they have been defeated there."
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Dreaderic raises an eyebrow.
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Kja says, "My husband cleaned them up quite nicely."
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Kja says, "As did many others."
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You say, "Ah well, there you have it."
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Kja says, "At least they killed you, that is a bonus. Monster murders master and all that."
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Dreaderic laughs!
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You say to Kja, "I really did not create them, you know."
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Dreaderic says, "Oh that wouldn't be within your abilities."
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Dreaderic says, "You could ask for them though."
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Dreaderic points at a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
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A harried group of guards escorts some injured citizens back into town, attending to their needs as they go.
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Kja nods at Dreaderic, obviously agreeing with his views.
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You fix Dreaderic with a cold, reptilian stare.
>
You say, "Really, now."
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Kja says, "He has you there."
>
Kja nods to you.
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You gaze up at the sky.
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Dreaderic looks at you and shrugs.
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Dreaderic says, "It is a possibility."
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Dreaderic says, "Drogor is fond of such requests I'm sure."
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Dreaderic chuckles.
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Kja says, "Especially from such a devoted sycophant."
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You lazily say, "Ah. No. My master plan has been deciphered. Curse your cleverness."
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You ask, "And so on and so forth. Did you come here for a reason, or did you simply wish to act smug in the face of your victory against my dastardly plot?"
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Dreaderic asks, "Who said it was a plan?"
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Dreaderic says, "Maybe he's just having fun."
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You say to Dreaderic, "Oh. I believe you are correct on that front."
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Some S'Kra fig pastries suddenly appears.
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Kja says, "At her request most likely."
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You wryly say, "Yes, thank you."
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You pick up some S'Kra fig pastries.
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Kja says, "Hammerfist needs to throw her in the river."
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Lasika came through the east gate.
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Lasika nods to a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
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Lasika gracefully dives into the Faldesu river.
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Kja says, "Flush her on down to somewhere she cant cause trouble."
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You say, "Hammerfist needs to throw himself in the river, first. Perhaps then he might be rid of that stench."
>
You snicker.
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You take a bite of the pastries -- Wonderful! Melts on the tongue!
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Dreaderic chuckles.
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Kja says, "Brave words, you should tell him that some time."
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You say to Kja, "I do not believe he would understand half of them."
>
Kja says, "Doesn't take much understanding to stab you in the face a few times."
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Kja smirks.
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You say, "He clearly was not paying attention when his precious Baron said I was allowed east of the altar to the swampland."
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You take a bite of the pastries.
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Dreaderic says, "This isn't east of the altar."
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Dreaderic chuckles.
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You say to Dreaderic, "Yes, how clever of you. This is the altar."
Your mind hears Ramiyah thinking, "{faintly}" "Dolls still rampaging through riverhaven?"
Kja asks, "And didn't you beg his forgiveness for putting the alter here without his permission?"
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Kja peers quizzically at you.
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You say to Kja, "No. I did not."
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Kja says, "Ooooo pretty sure I heard that you were taken to task."
>
Kja ponders.
>
Dreaderic laughs!
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You say, "I do not believe you were in attendance although I could be mistaken."
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Kja asks, "And didn't he say something about not causing problems in his lands?"
>
Kja ponders.
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Kja says, "Yeah, pretty sure I heard that as well."
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You ask, "Causing problems? Who is causing problems?"
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You say, "I am simply doing as I said I would, tending to the altar of my Lord Drogor."
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Kja says, "Haven was peaceful, then you and your alter...now these dolls."
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Dreaderic nods.
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Kja says, "Lotta life lost today while you openly cheered them on."
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Kja says, "That won't look too good for you."
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Kja looks at you and shrugs.
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You ask, "What is that wonderful human phrase? When life gives you lemons, devour their entrails with delight?"
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Kja says, "I wouldn't know."
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Kja smirks.
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Dreaderic laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
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Dreaderic says, "Not sure that's exactly how it goes."
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You say to Dreaderic, "You are likely correct. I am not very good at remembering these things exactly."
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Kja says, "Let's go love, leave her here with her silly alter, her silly god, and her silly dolls."
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Kja gracefully dives into the Faldesu river.
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Dreaderic nods.
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You say, "They are not mine."
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Dreaderic gracefully dives into the Faldesu river.
>
You frown and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.
>
Whyteblood says, "That was a funny conversation."
>
Whyteblood says, "Sorry for eavesdropping."
>
Whyteblood laughs!
>
You ask, "Are you truly sorry?"
>
You smirk.
>
Whyteblood says, "Not exactly."
>
You nod.
Your mind hears Azettie thinking, "{faintly}" "Only the Guys left rampaging."
You say, "There. Truthfulness is a virtue."
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Whyteblood bows to you.
Your mind hears Ramiyah thinking, "{faintly}" "Those dolls looked scary mean."
Your mind hears Kja thinking, "Stick around. I am sure Whiteburn can ask her god for more of them to invade and kill while covering her tracks by pretending to be insane."
Whyteblood says, "My master serves Drogor, so I was staying put."
>
You cock your head.
>
You stand back up.
>
You ask, "Is that so?"
>
Whyteblood nods to you.
>
Whyteblood says, "Hurricane Valyzar."
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You cock your head.
>
You lower your eyelids slightly, searching your mind.
>
You thoughtfully say, "Valyzar."
>
Whyteblood says, "He's at the altar in aesry at the moment."
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You nod.
>
You say, "May Drogor grant him the strength to weather the storm."
>
Whyteblood asks, "So what's up with these dolls?"
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You say to Whyteblood, "I like to play with those Therengians. Truthfully, I had nothing to do with them."
>
You say, "Great Drogor delights in the shedding of blood, and as I am His Servant, I only wish to see that He is pleased and sated."
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Whyteblood says, "Aah yes I do like the shedding of blood as well."
>
Whyteblood says, "But not like that."
>
You say, "I can only hope that my own humble flesh and blood contributed to the easing of His tumultuous humor."
>
Whyteblood says, "Are you cleric? is that for devotion or something? i know nothing about things of that sort."
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You say, "I am a Cleric."
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You say, "I liken myself to a servant, of the Dark Gods. Though Drogor has hold of my soul in particular. All of what I do is in the pursuit of my Lord's wishes."
>
You say, "Of course, the worship of the Gods is not something that should be exclusive to those of us who belong to the clergy."
>
Whyteblood grins.
>
You say, "That is one of the lessons I attempt to teach, as the Mighty Stormbringer has requested of me."
>
Whyteblood says, "My master is a warmage that focuses on wind magic mostly."
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You say, "Warrior Mages in particular have always had a kinship with the storm and with the ocean's power."
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You say, "So it is not unusual to imagine that one would feel the call of the Exalted One."
>
Whyteblood says, "His natural tendencies toward certain magics allowed him to realize his true nature."
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You say, "It is only natural."
>
Whyteblood says, "And to which God he turns toward for strength."
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You say, "Yes, yes."
>
Whyteblood says, "Well if you ever come across Hurricane Valyzar, give your blessing and he will serve your needs in bad times."
>
You nod to Whyteblood.
>
Whyteblood says, "As will I."
>
Whyteblood bows to you.
>
You chirr contentedly at Whyteblood.
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You get some holy water from inside an ornate chalice carved from stormy-grey quartz trimmed with silver which is in your rucksack.
>
You sprinkle Whyteblood with some holy water.
>
You touch Whyteblood's forehead, focusing the faith of your god into him. A vibrant blue nimbus enfolds Whyteblood's body, and he shivers.
>
Whyteblood shivers.
>
You say, "Go, and walk with the blessing of Drogor behind you that you may feel the storm always at your back as a bolstering force."
>
You put your water in the ornate chalice which is inside your rucksack.
>
You bow your head in acknowledgment.
>
You take a bite of the pastries.
>
Whyteblood says, "Thank you Inquisitor."
>
Whyteblood bows to you.
>
Whyteblood waves.
>
Battle Eye Whyteblood went through the east gate.
>
You ask, "A good morning...? Is such a thing possible?"
>
You exclaim, "I feel light of heart. My thanks to you, My Lord. Praise be to the Storm-King and the Shaker of the Earth!"
You throw your head back and howl!
>
You say, "I hope you are brought amusement by the squabbling of those ants."
>
You chirr contentedly.
>
You say, "I shall continue to abide... as always."
>
You bow in reverence to a crude bloodstained altar near the rubble of the old bridge.
