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sader roflstomping everyone? immediately assume its tassin. grats on another extremely tough cookie.

I had a ball 'instructing Reemon' and trying to groom you as the next Church leader. You took what Selynier started and brought it so far I am actually proud that I was a part of your rise. The war with Nexus, that Akayli went on the warpath. All of it had me thrilled (especially Akayli. I had hoped she would go ballistic, but I didn't think she would actually go out to destroy the church) You were also a beast to fight against. Reemon was hands down the hardest Sader to bring down. Hurting you was damn hard and surviving you was equally hard. Even when I did have you against the ropes a few times, I just couldn't hurt you fast enough to seal the deal. I understand all too well the troubles of church armor and ease of regaining it. At least the problem was fixed with having multiple sets. That was just damn unfair. But, I still think church armor needs a good nerfing, especially the non-upgrade portions. The upgrade armor stats were fine, but with the vendor items on top it is just too much for some classes to overcome. Combined with the ability to store that upgrade armor in your locker and it is just seriously unfair. Hopefully, you'll come back strong with another character. We've got a lot more people playing now and lots of new people.

Stopped playing for awhile and forgot to post a goodbye thread. Life was very tough in the beginning. Sister Selynier, your efforts for what you did for the Church and to spread the word of God were very commendable. Your final appearance coinciding with the anointing at the Cathedral was very memorable 🙏 . Heck your Herald sister Akayli pretty much blamed Reemon and the Church for your death and we went to war over it, still couldn't believe that 😮 . I remember having to deal with Thalain whom was the strongest Vampire I've ever faced. I had no idea about some of the synergies. I remember looking at the text with my mouth open during our battles lol. Special mentions to Worrex, Isthamael, Khalia (the Syndicate now does the work of God! lol), Bradato, Chofarex Forgive me if I've forgotten others whom had an impact on his life, it has been awhile afterall. I will warn others NOT to go for weaponcraft now. In the end the socket bug was too much for me. Also I realized I could've lost my E/L spot by getting cabaled booted, do the quest again and keep my E/L blessings if my armor is still lying around. Could've been done indefinitely so should probably be looked at. Had different scores but hit/dam seems to be the most in question, even though I preferred my other score sheets with higher saves in most of my battles. /-----------------\/------------------------------------------------\ | Reemon || Right Hand of the One of MINISTRY | \-----------------/\------------------------------------------------/ | Str: 24(24)^3 || Level 50 Sex M Age 128(985h) | | Int: 17(17)^1 || Class crusader Size large | | Wis: 17(17)^1 || Race storm Align neutral good | | Dex: 16(16) || Hp 1289/1304 (145%) Exp 43200/548800 | | Con: 19(19) || Mana 542/641 (120%) +Hit 83 (65%) | \ Lck: [|||||-] \/ Move 451/472 (105%) +Dam 88 / /-----------------/\--------------------/\--------------------------\ | ARMOR || SAVES || Deity The One God | | Slash -597 || Spell -16 || Faith Church | | Pierce -593 || Afflictive 0 || Weight 416/575 | | Blunt -592 || Maledictive -12 || Items 31/38 | | Magic -506 || Mental -11 || Prac 0 Train 0 | | Weapon low || Breath 0 || RP 120 | | || || Gold 128K CP 13.5K | \-----------------\/--------------------\/--------------------------/ / You have a few cuts and bruises. \ | You are ready for a cabal promotion. | | You are drunk. | \------------------------------------------------------------------

fair point. I had to ask 🙂

While cure critical is more efficient, heal is 100 health restored now for the same lag. When your tank is dying, efficiency goes out the window. You want them alive and you need to make sure you're healing more than they're being hit for. You're restoring hp almost 75% faster with heal than you are with cure critical, on average. I think that's more than worth even the 0.625% to 6.25% efficiency difference between a L50 and L52 respective casting of cure critical over heal.

Maybe heal spell could get some love? one mana reduced per level over 50? Would not be an overwhelmingly large advantage, but would still feel like a (minor) advantage. Would also bring heal ahead of cc in terms of efficiency, which I think makes sense.

that is very good info! I specially appreciate the dice info. I understand so proficiency is utterly pointless for spells. So the equipment effect Affects spelllvl by 1 makes it that our spells become level 51 instead of 50? I am thinking about the arena facemask. so CC is indeed more mana efficient than heal spell for moderate damage intake. I was told that, but I didn't have the info to either confirm or deny that. Thank you for disclosing the dice details. I appreciate that highly.

Generally speaking, proficiency is for if you can cast it while strength (both power of the spell and duration) is heavily dependent on cast level. Nothing else is modified. Your casting speed at 2% will be the same as 105%. Mana cost is 50 when you first get the spell, or base cost if it's more. It will go down as you level until it reaches the base cost, usually in usually no more than a dozen levels. Cure light is 1d8+level/3 Cure critical is 3d8+level-6 Cure disease is contested against the spell level plague was cast at. There is an exception here as your proficiency in cure disease has a random chance to cure amorphous parasite (psi spell), depending on your proficiency. (RNG <= prof / 4) Cure poison is contested against the spell level poison was cast at. Bless is dependent on caster level, as is its duration. Create food fills you up depending on the level it was cast at. From the first time you see "you are hungry", a human will be full from two magic meals cast between level 22 and 42. It would take one cast at 43+. Create spring will cause a spring to last in ticks based on cast level. And so on. Rare is the spell that will give added benefits for over 100% proficiency and rarer still have some effect based off proficiency.

Hi Maybe this belongs in discord, but its Thursday and that means office day. No discord. I believe it was explained that skill/spell level over 100 will help on secondary effects. It was explained as an illustrative example that, lets say, bash at 100 means it hit 80% of the time. Bash at 110 will hit at either 90 (80+10) or 88 (80% of 110). Doesn't matter which one, for my question. I just bring it up for context framing. My question is regarding the healing spells, and buffs. a) Buff spells at over 100 have any effect, like lasting longer or lowered chance of being dispelled? I understand that the nectar's level 60 sanct is harder to dispel, which justifies its 150k gold cost. My question is not regarding the spell level, its regarding the proficiency level beyond 100. b) Healing spells, lets say, heal spell itself, costs 35 mana to heal 100 health. rising the proficiency has any effect, like lowering mana cost, lowering post-casting tick lag, rising healed hp amount, anything at all? I understand there is great power on masks that rise spell level by 1, for casters. I am posting this question to understand if there is any benefit for that for buffs and regeneration spells. Thanks

I agree with this nearly wholeheartedly. In PvE, saves have a limited use (end-game zones aside where everything seems to wish to poison/plague you). Also, something to consider, you can have multiple backpacks and keep non-rare replacements for when you need saves. I often do this on my characters so that they can focus on what they need more running around normally.

The Floating Gardens Magicly infused into the wood, exotic plants grow out of the ship itself. Flora from all over the lands thrives here. The smell of fresh flowers and clean air is both refreshing and delightful. A running fountain in the likeness of Galvatar Xebonn lies directly in the middle of this breathtaking scene. [Exits: west] (Magical) A magical spring flows from the ground here. The sound of someone whistling a merry tune wafts in from somewhere nearby. Riona is sitting here, deep in thoughts. The whistle meanders through the gardens, almost passing her by unnoticed. After a few moments, she blinks her eyes and looks up, eyes scanning her surroundings. Every now and again, the whistling stops, and a cheerful voice hums to itself, 'Dum dee dum... Hmm hmm hmm'. On and on the merry tune goes... Riona rises to her feet and starts moving over towards that voice. She is cautious, wary as she approaches whoever is over there, and yet an amiable smile lingers on her lips. A man in black flies in. A man in black whistles merrily to himself. A man in black says 'Oh, hello!' A man in black says 'I didn't mean to interrupt' 'Good evening,' Riona replies, curtseying low before the black man. Riona shakes her head. 'Not at all, not at all.' A man in black says 'I was just wandering about and...' An enormous, exaggerated grin spreads over the man's face. A man in black says 'Ah!' A man in black says 'You have seen it!' A man in black says 'There's no mistaking that look' A man in black rubs his hands together with glee, 'How wonderful!'. Hands clasped in front of herself, Riona tilts her head slightly to the side and gives the man in black a long, scrutinizing look, her gaze sweeping over his form. You say 'Seen what?' A man in black says 'Come, now' A man in black says 'You know what I mean, there is no mistaking it' The odd fellow can barely contain himself, and does a little skipping jig on the spot. Riona arches a slender eyebrow. 'I have seen much.' A smile creeps up on her face, widening at the man's spontaneous dance. A man in black says 'You have seen It, and It has seen you!' Riona nods her head slowly. A man in black says 'Did It show you things?' In a much higher pitched voice, the man exclaims, 'It showed me things...'. Riona hesitates for a moment, eyes narrowing into thin lines, and then her jaw drops. 'You.. you have seen It as well, then?' Riona asks, 'What did It show you?' A deeper voice, now... and you are not even sure you saw the man's lips moving, 'Oh yes! Such things...'. A man in black says 'Such...' A man in black says '... things' An almost child-like voice, 'I didn't know what most of them were!'. A much deeper, drawling grate, 'But It showed me anyway...'. Riona steps in closer to the man and grips his shoulder firmly. Excitement streaks through her voice and her eyes gleam with anticipation: 'Tell me.' 'Tell me!,' Riona urges again. A man in black says 'It... showed me things' A man in black says 'He didn't want to see' A man in black says 'I mean, I didn't want to see' A drawling, high-pitched whine, '...But It showed him, anyway!'. You suddenly notice that tears are streaming down the man's face. Riona's grip tightens, fingers digging into the man's shoulder. 'It demands much of us. Too much, I fear. And yet...' A man in black pulls at his hair, and cries out 'I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE!!' Blood suddenly starts trickling from the agitated man's nose. 'Hush, hush. I will make things right.' Riona's voice is a soft, comforting coo. Noticing the blood, she reaches down into her satchel, pulling up a sharp, gleaming kris. Wiping the blood on the back of his hand, the man starts to fidget and chuckle to himself. Softly, Riona says, 'This will all be over soon.' A man in black says 'Oh my!' Tears of blood begin to freely flow from the man's eyes... His ears are already soaked red. A man in black says 'Heh heh heh heh...' The mans limbs and torso have begin to bulge unnaturally... 'What you saw was not meant for your eyes.' There is a hint of sadness of Riona's voice, laced with... envy. A man in black says 'Hehehehe!' The man coughs out some words, his mouth filled with blood, 'You see It, and It sees you...!' A man in black says 'Heahehahah!' The man's head has begun to expand grotesquely, bulging out in disgusting balloons. The suddenly laughter seems to take Riona by surprise. She takes a step back, suddenly seeming quite doubtful. Then, a grim expression settles on her features. A man in black says 'Uuh seee it, it ssesss uuuu!' Riona steps forward to the man, grabs him by the wrists, and plunges her kris towards his chest. 'Shush-shush-shush. Things will be alright.' Blood and bits of clotted flesh have begun to pool and gather around the rapidly decaying creature's feet. As the blade pierces the mans chest, he explodes in a disgusting river of blood and clotted gore! You are completely covered, the muck is in your eyes! An Immortal has transferred you. The Void Nothing. A lot of it. Are you even here? Who is you? You feel a pull tearing at your soul, urging it to go on. What awaits? Damanation, Salvation, Rebirth? Who knows. [Exits: none] Riona jumps back, muttering to herself. She begins wiping her eyes clean from gore with her hands, trying to restore her vision. A cacophony of whispers set to babbling all around you. The voices. She has heard them before, and she will hear them again. Every word spoken known by heart, every syllable a miracle untold. Riona merely smiles. A disjointed voice, somehow both high and low, exclaims blandly, 'It sees yooooooou...', before fading into the nothingness. 'It sees all.' Riona steps into the void, meandering through the nothingness. There is no destination, yet she keeps walking. The blackness pulses, you feel as though you are upside down. Space and time, shrunk to a knot. Riona has been here before, but it is different now. Or perhaps it is -she- that is different now. Flashes of indistinct images come unbidden into your mind. From somewhere nearby, yet infinitely distant, mad laughter rings out. Riona clutches her head and falls to her knees, gasping loudly. 'Agh.' Riona slowly climbs to her feet again and presses onwards. Further. Towards the laughter. Sudden visions assault your mind's eye..! You see prone corpses, splayed like fleshy marionettes upon bare wooden boards. Their flesh a dull yellow, gleaming with sweat and blood. Eyes wide, mouths in exaggerated gapes ... their flesh stripped - pricked, poked and slashed to death. 'The dead pile high.' Riona's eyes flutter closed, her body tensing as more visions sweep through her mind. One of the corpses, a woman, burbles, 'You have seen It'. Your vision swimming, a stinging pain begins to build behind your eyes. The metallic stink of spilled blood is thick in the air. Riona turns her head to stare at the phantasm woman, eyes wide and lips stretched in a wide smile. 'I have s-' Her reply is cut short at the sudden pain. Riona blinks her eyes a few times, grimacing, trying to subdue the pain with the force of her will. You feel suddenly overcome... as though to look fully upon the grandeur and terror of realms beyond normal consciousness and reality is too much. '-seen it. I have seen It.' Riona's words are sluggish, her voice strained. She stumbles, but manages to keep herself on her feet. Somehow, through the blackness, shapes begin to form... A strange cacophony of inhuman, alien gurgling can be heard. A pillar of rock, uncarved and jagged, rises out of the solid shadows in the distance. Riona turns around in the darkness, then turns again, trying to find the source of the noises. Every time, a different direction, space itself contorting around her. And then, the pillar! The half-breed begins moving towards it. Out of the unimaginable blackness, shapes begin to form about the pillar... Riona moves in closer towards the shapes, trying to make sense of them. Gangrenous, uncanny and unheard of... a throng of unnamable things squirm and flop rhythmically about the pillar. Webbed feet, bulging sacs and rubbery tentacles strain and cavort in an ecstacy of delight about the pillar. It would be natural to recoil, to shy away from such horrific things. And yet Riona stares with fascionation, inexplicably drawn to them. She steps forward, reaching out with a hand... The mass of thronging monstrosities throw their webbed and tentacled limbs skyward, crying out joyfully... terribly, in unison to their long dead Gods. The gurgling, mad shriek builds in volume, reaching a mind-shattering crescendo! Although you can barely see, suddenly you are among them. Riona falls to her knees, her eardrum rupturing. She presses her hands against her ears, tiny flecks of blood trickling between her fingers. She screams a silent, voiceless scream. Slippery tentacles and clicking mandibles tug clumsily at your clothes and exposed flesh. About your left leg you feel the bone-shattering grip of a spiny, wet tentacle. The nerve-rending scream continues unabated, the pillar now gone. The tentacles grip tightens... Riona's eyes dart around in frenzied panic, her voice sore from the scream that never ends. She finally gasps, out of breath, desperately trying to suck air into her lungs. Riona tries to pull herself free from the tentacle-grip, pulling her leg, hands trying to unwrap it. Your lungs are sucked dry, your eyes feel as though they are filled with sand... Consciousness begins to fade... There it is. That tiny crack. A fracture on Riona's mind, a chip in her sanity. In the blackness, you somehow perceive the stink of rotting meat... From... somwhere else, a sound barely reaches you. The furious, deafening roar of a monstrous beast. The roar grows louder, louder and louder still! White circles begin to flash and circle in your vision. Is this the end? Riona continues to struggle, although her efforts grow more futile by the second. Darkness surrounds her, demands her. She turns to the roaring sound, watching, waiting. The Floating Gardens Magicly infused into the wood, exotic plants grow out of the ship itself. Flora from all over the lands thrives here. The smell of fresh flowers and clean air is both refreshing and delightful. A running fountain in the likeness of Galvatar Xebonn lies directly in the middle of this breathtaking scene. [Exits: west] A monstrous, slavering bear towers here. Strangely, the darkness seems to have abated. Towering here before you is the largest bear you have every seen, its hackles bristling with primal anger. Even on all fours it is well over seven feet in height and raised on its hind legs it would surely be at least double that. The sheer size of the beast is sublime to behold - it dwarfs the largest of giants and looks as though it could stop a landslide in its tracks. Despite its monstrous frame, it seems capable of great speed and moves with a terrible, fearsome purpose. Shaggy, brownish black fur covers the bear's entire body, spiked and shuddering with an ancient and unfathomable fury. Its snout is encrusted with dried blood. Set in a permanent snarl, the creature's elongated jaws boast a terrifying and ragged set of fangs, yellowed and dripping with saliva. Rank, stinking breath rattles through this horrible maw, turning to steam as it meets the air. A set of powerful forelegs, twined with rope-like muscle, extend from the bear's broad shoulders. They are each tipped with razor sharp claws that look as though they could fell an oak with one blow. Its back legs are similarly armed, and tear up the ground with each step. A pair of feverish, yellow-green eyes sit on either side of the beast's snout, holding in their depths the memories of a time before men walked the land. These mysterious and haunting orbs regard you with a mixture of suspicion and contempt. A guttural growl echoes deep in the bear's throat as it notices you staring at it. Shagarh is in excellent condition. Shagarh lowers himself back to all fours. Riona collapses to the floor, her body trembling, hands shaking. Glowering at you with distaste, Shagarh growls 'You runts should not toy with forces you cannot understand'. Shagarh says 'You almost let It free' A loud roar can be heard from far above. 'No.' Riona shakes her head firmly from side to side. 'No, no, no. This was.. something else.' Shagarh says 'It is older than you could possibly comprehend' Shagarh says 'It would gladly devour this world, if It had the chance' Riona slowly steadies herself, taking a deep breath and then another one. She gets up again, taking control over her mind once more - expelling fear, and doubt, and terror from it. Shagarh suddenly stops and sniffs at the air, a low growl rumbling in his throat. A frowning halfling walks into the floating gardens. Rygothran steps out from his cover. 'It loves us,' Riona objects, looking up at the gigantic Bear-God. Shagarh says 'Bah, what do you know?' Shagarh looks at Rygothran. Rygothran stares at Shagarh. Shagarh says 'You should tell your followers to stop poking their noses where they don't belong' Rygothran snaps his fingers and says 'You smell of rotting meat.' Riona glances over at Rygothran. The mere sight of the Potentate of Avarice fills her with strength, standing a little bit taller now, confidence returning to her posture. Rygothran walks towards the fountain, 'Why do you bother my High Priestess?' Shagarh says 'This cheap black magician was blundering around in It's nether' Rygothran climbs up onto the fountain, turning to face you. Shagarh says 'If not for me, you'd have a batty dullard serving as your high priestess right now' The halfling says 'She does as she pleases, as a Queen is wont to do.' Riona glares at Shargarh defiantly. Rygothran grins, showing his gold capped teeth 'Perhaps you should tend to your flock of arrogant sheep?' Shagarh says 'Arrogant they are' Shagarh says 'But at least with the good sense to keep their bodies and minds where they belong' Rygothran says 'Do they?' Rygothran grins once more, taping a finger against his chin 'Do they truly?' Rygothran says 'We shall know soon enough, I think.' Shagarh says 'That we shall, Wyrm' A soft, mirthful chuckle bubbles from Riona's lips, gaining in volume at Rygothran's comment. 'Heheheheh-HEH HEH-heh.' Shagarh says 'You see? She is still yet affected' You say 'Do they truly? That is the question.' Rygothran says 'I wonder, bear, what it is you want here.' Rygothran claps his hands together 'Perhaps a deal to be made?' Shagarh says 'I do not deal with your ilk, Wyrm' The halfling flicks a coin into the fountain. 'No?' Rygothran says 'It could be fun.' Shagarh says 'If I want something, I take it by force of arms' You say 'Your men think more of their own standing than the ideals you espouse. To build halls for hunters, to rally men far and wide to go chasing after beasts instead of becoming one with the host.' Shagarh says 'You are ancient, I will grant you. But so am I.' Rygothran clicks his tongue and says 'Well, she has a point though.' You say 'And the Warlord? He makes deals with us, his sworn enemies, for his own gain.' Shagarh turns to face you, his feral yellow eyes narrowing dangerously. Shagarh growls. Shagarh says 'My legions have their faults' Shagarh says 'But they know their place, at least' Rygothran says 'Perhaps you and I can make a wager, bear?' Rygothran says 'A wager about your warlord.' Shagarh says 'Your kind would destroy the world out of foolishness' Shagarh says 'What wager?' You say 'And your kind has forgotten their purpose, Shagarh. The proud host of Athaekeetha, was that not from whence you came? And this, the men that follow you now? They seek nothing but glory for themselves.' Rygothran points to you 'My High Priestess will get your Warlord to aid the her in the taking of Miruvhor.' Rygothran says 'Aid his greatest enemy.' Rygothran taps his fingers on the fountain 'So.. if he does, what do I get?' You say 'The Khan, and his hunter's association. The Warlord? He has reached the peak of his hill, but is blind to the mountain beyond it. He is.. stagnate, and he turns to me and my lord for aid when all he needs is the power of his own arms.' Rygothran smiles at you 'She speaks truth. You see why she is mine, right?' Shagarh says 'I'll wager you my left eye' Rygothran says 'Ah, your left eye.' Rygothran says 'The eye of a bear.' Rygothran says 'Do you want his left eye, Riona?' Rygothran says 'A fine trophy, to present to Decimus.' 'Indeed.' Riona nods her head, a dark, wolfish grin claiming her lips. Shagarh says 'What will you wager?' Rygothran says 'You may have one of my most prized possessions.' You say 'An eye for an eye? Is that not the way of the world?' Shagarh says 'I don't care for your possessions' Shagarh says 'I'll take your left hand' Rygothran says 'My left hand.' Rygothran sits upon the fountain for a moment, waving his feet back and forth. Rygothran peers at you 'Yes?' Riona turns to Rygothran - a queen looking lovingly at her king - and smiles. 'Of course.' Rygothran nods at Shagarh 'You will recieve my hand, should I lose.' Shagarh says 'Indeed' Shagarh says 'Then the bargain is struck' Rygothran slaps his hands together 'Great!!' Rygothran sniffs the air. Rygothran says 'Well then, I would stay but..' Riona's gaze flits between Rygothran and Shagarh, a mouse between these two lions. Ah. Mortals - ever the playthings of Gods. Rygothran says 'You smell.' Rygothran looks over at Shagarh once more. Shagarh wanders off with a grunt of disgust. Shagarh walks west. Rygothran giggles, suddenly holding a golden chalice. You say 'The eye of the Beargod himself. How... exciting.' Rygothran says 'All yours.' Riona approaches Rygothran and reaches you out for the chalice, raising it to her lips. Rygothran says 'I like my hands.' Riona nods and says, 'We can not lose.' You feel a divine presence guide you to new found experiences! You earn 10 rp points! You say 'A foolish wager. Is not Greed our domain? Is not Guile our territory? I.. pity them.' Rygothran shrugs and laughs 'I am sure the bear is many things, cunning is not one.' You say 'Then we must labour to find that which the Black Warlord can not resist. Something to amplify his physical prowess, to make him an unconquerable soldier.' You say 'Something he simply can not resist. And then, Miruvhor will finally be mine, and the eye of the Beargod yours.' Rygothran taps the side of his face with a finger 'Well, I have an idea. I think it will be... very beneficial for you.' Riona smiles her sweetest, most pleased smile. 'Delightful. Just delightful.' You say 'What is it you are planning?' 'It is in the works' Rygothran grins, bearing his teeth. 'Now, now, my Queen, some things are meant to be a surprise.' You nod at Rygothran. Rygothran says 'You will be pleased.' You say 'I shall keep busy at my own endeavors, then.' You say 'And... Rygothran.' Rygothran says 'Yes?' Rygothran takes a long pull from a golden chalice. 'There is something,' Riona mumbles, her gaze distant, lost in the haze of memories, 'Something old, lingering outside time itself. It calls to me. I must pursue it.' Rygothran nods and says 'You are capable. We would not be here if you were not. I trust you to handle your affairs.' You say 'Let us speak soon again.' Rygothran holds up a finger 'But be warned, if I am not here to stand in between you and the bear, it is best to avoid confrontation.' Rygothran nods to you and jumps off the fountain. You say 'I understand. I will not antagonize him needlessly.' Rygothran smiles at you 'So lovely.' The halfling walks out of the floating gardens. The Floating Gardens Magicly infused into the wood, exotic plants grow out of the ship itself. Flora from all over the lands thrives here. The smell of fresh flowers and clean air is both refreshing and delightful. A running fountain in the likeness of Galvatar Xebonn lies directly in the middle of this breathtaking scene. [Exits: west] (Magical) A magical spring flows from the ground here. The sound of someone whistling a merry tune wafts in from somewhere nearby. Riona is sitting here, deep in thoughts. The whistle meanders through the gardens, almost passing her by unnoticed. After a few moments, she blinks her eyes and looks up, eyes scanning her surroundings. Every now and again, the whistling stops, and a cheerful voice hums to itself, 'Dum dee dum... Hmm hmm hmm'. On and on the merry tune goes... Riona rises to her feet and starts moving over towards that voice. She is cautious, wary as she approaches whoever is over there, and yet an amiable smile lingers on her lips. A man in black flies in. A man in black whistles merrily to himself. A man in black says 'Oh, hello!' A man in black says 'I didn't mean to interrupt' 'Good evening,' Riona replies, curtseying low before the black man. Riona shakes her head. 'Not at all, not at all.' A man in black says 'I was just wandering about and...' An enormous, exaggerated grin spreads over the man's face. A man in black says 'Ah!' A man in black says 'You have seen it!' A man in black says 'There's no mistaking that look' A man in black rubs his hands together with glee, 'How wonderful!'. Hands clasped in front of herself, Riona tilts her head slightly to the side and gives the man in black a long, scrutinizing look, her gaze sweeping over his form. You say 'Seen what?' A man in black says 'Come, now' A man in black says 'You know what I mean, there is no mistaking it' The odd fellow can barely contain himself, and does a little skipping jig on the spot. Riona arches a slender eyebrow. 'I have seen much.' A smile creeps up on her face, widening at the man's spontaneous dance. A man in black says 'You have seen It, and It has seen you!' Riona nods her head slowly. A man in black says 'Did It show you things?' In a much higher pitched voice, the man exclaims, 'It showed me things...'. Riona hesitates for a moment, eyes narrowing into thin lines, and then her jaw drops. 'You.. you have seen It as well, then?' Riona asks, 'What did It show you?' A deeper voice, now... and you are not even sure you saw the man's lips moving, 'Oh yes! Such things...'. A man in black says 'Such...' A man in black says '... things' An almost child-like voice, 'I didn't know what most of them were!'. A much deeper, drawling grate, 'But It showed me anyway...'. Riona steps in closer to the man and grips his shoulder firmly. Excitement streaks through her voice and her eyes gleam with anticipation: 'Tell me.' 'Tell me!,' Riona urges again. A man in black says 'It... showed me things' A man in black says 'He didn't want to see' A man in black says 'I mean, I didn't want to see' A drawling, high-pitched whine, '...But It showed him, anyway!'. You suddenly notice that tears are streaming down the man's face. Riona's grip tightens, fingers digging into the man's shoulder. 'It demands much of us. Too much, I fear. And yet...' A man in black pulls at his hair, and cries out 'I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE!!' Blood suddenly starts trickling from the agitated man's nose. 'Hush, hush. I will make things right.' Riona's voice is a soft, comforting coo. Noticing the blood, she reaches down into her satchel, pulling up a sharp, gleaming kris. Wiping the blood on the back of his hand, the man starts to fidget and chuckle to himself. Softly, Riona says, 'This will all be over soon.' A man in black says 'Oh my!' Tears of blood begin to freely flow from the man's eyes... His ears are already soaked red. A man in black says 'Heh heh heh heh...' The mans limbs and torso have begin to bulge unnaturally... 'What you saw was not meant for your eyes.' There is a hint of sadness of Riona's voice, laced with... envy. A man in black says 'Hehehehe!' The man coughs out some words, his mouth filled with blood, 'You see It, and It sees you...!' A man in black says 'Heahehahah!' The man's head has begun to expand grotesquely, bulging out in disgusting balloons. The suddenly laughter seems to take Riona by surprise. She takes a step back, suddenly seeming quite doubtful. Then, a grim expression settles on her features. A man in black says 'Uuh seee it, it ssesss uuuu!' Riona steps forward to the man, grabs him by the wrists, and plunges her kris towards his chest. 'Shush-shush-shush. Things will be alright.' Blood and bits of clotted flesh have begun to pool and gather around the rapidly decaying creature's feet. As the blade pierces the mans chest, he explodes in a disgusting river of blood and clotted gore! You are completely covered, the muck is in your eyes! An Immortal has transferred you. The Void Nothing. A lot of it. Are you even here? Who is you? You feel a pull tearing at your soul, urging it to go on. What awaits? Damanation, Salvation, Rebirth? Who knows. [Exits: none] Riona jumps back, muttering to herself. She begins wiping her eyes clean from gore with her hands, trying to restore her vision. A cacophony of whispers set to babbling all around you. The voices. She has heard them before, and she will hear them again. Every word spoken known by heart, every syllable a miracle untold. Riona merely smiles. A disjointed voice, somehow both high and low, exclaims blandly, 'It sees yooooooou...', before fading into the nothingness. 'It sees all.' Riona steps into the void, meandering through the nothingness. There is no destination, yet she keeps walking. The blackness pulses, you feel as though you are upside down. Space and time, shrunk to a knot. Riona has been here before, but it is different now. Or perhaps it is -she- that is different now. Flashes of indistinct images come unbidden into your mind. From somewhere nearby, yet infinitely distant, mad laughter rings out. Riona clutches her head and falls to her knees, gasping loudly. 'Agh.' Riona slowly climbs to her feet again and presses onwards. Further. Towards the laughter. Sudden visions assault your mind's eye..! You see prone corpses, splayed like fleshy marionettes upon bare wooden boards. Their flesh a dull yellow, gleaming with sweat and blood. Eyes wide, mouths in exaggerated gapes ... their flesh stripped - pricked, poked and slashed to death. 'The dead pile high.' Riona's eyes flutter closed, her body tensing as more visions sweep through her mind. One of the corpses, a woman, burbles, 'You have seen It'. Your vision swimming, a stinging pain begins to build behind your eyes. The metallic stink of spilled blood is thick in the air. Riona turns her head to stare at the phantasm woman, eyes wide and lips stretched in a wide smile. 'I have s-' Her reply is cut short at the sudden pain. Riona blinks her eyes a few times, grimacing, trying to subdue the pain with the force of her will. You feel suddenly overcome... as though to look fully upon the grandeur and terror of realms beyond normal consciousness and reality is too much. '-seen it. I have seen It.' Riona's words are sluggish, her voice strained. She stumbles, but manages to keep herself on her feet. Somehow, through the blackness, shapes begin to form... A strange cacophony of inhuman, alien gurgling can be heard. A pillar of rock, uncarved and jagged, rises out of the solid shadows in the distance. Riona turns around in the darkness, then turns again, trying to find the source of the noises. Every time, a different direction, space itself contorting around her. And then, the pillar! The half-breed begins moving towards it. Out of the unimaginable blackness, shapes begin to form about the pillar... Riona moves in closer towards the shapes, trying to make sense of them. Gangrenous, uncanny and unheard of... a throng of unnamable things squirm and flop rhythmically about the pillar. Webbed feet, bulging sacs and rubbery tentacles strain and cavort in an ecstacy of delight about the pillar. It would be natural to recoil, to shy away from such horrific things. And yet Riona stares with fascionation, inexplicably drawn to them. She steps forward, reaching out with a hand... The mass of thronging monstrosities throw their webbed and tentacled limbs skyward, crying out joyfully... terribly, in unison to their long dead Gods. The gurgling, mad shriek builds in volume, reaching a mind-shattering crescendo! Although you can barely see, suddenly you are among them. Riona falls to her knees, her eardrum rupturing. She presses her hands against her ears, tiny flecks of blood trickling between her fingers. She screams a silent, voiceless scream. Slippery tentacles and clicking mandibles tug clumsily at your clothes and exposed flesh. About your left leg you feel the bone-shattering grip of a spiny, wet tentacle. The nerve-rending scream continues unabated, the pillar now gone. The tentacles grip tightens... Riona's eyes dart around in frenzied panic, her voice sore from the scream that never ends. She finally gasps, out of breath, desperately trying to suck air into her lungs. Riona tries to pull herself free from the tentacle-grip, pulling her leg, hands trying to unwrap it. Your lungs are sucked dry, your eyes feel as though they are filled with sand... Consciousness begins to fade... There it is. That tiny crack. A fracture on Riona's mind, a chip in her sanity. In the blackness, you somehow perceive the stink of rotting meat... From... somwhere else, a sound barely reaches you. The furious, deafening roar of a monstrous beast. The roar grows louder, louder and louder still! White circles begin to flash and circle in your vision. Is this the end? Riona continues to struggle, although her efforts grow more futile by the second. Darkness surrounds her, demands her. She turns to the roaring sound, watching, waiting. The Floating Gardens Magicly infused into the wood, exotic plants grow out of the ship itself. Flora from all over the lands thrives here. The smell of fresh flowers and clean air is both refreshing and delightful. A running fountain in the likeness of Galvatar Xebonn lies directly in the middle of this breathtaking scene. [Exits: west] A monstrous, slavering bear towers here. Strangely, the darkness seems to have abated. Towering here before you is the largest bear you have every seen, its hackles bristling with primal anger. Even on all fours it is well over seven feet in height and raised on its hind legs it would surely be at least double that. The sheer size of the beast is sublime to behold - it dwarfs the largest of giants and looks as though it could stop a landslide in its tracks. Despite its monstrous frame, it seems capable of great speed and moves with a terrible, fearsome purpose. Shaggy, brownish black fur covers the bear's entire body, spiked and shuddering with an ancient and unfathomable fury. Its snout is encrusted with dried blood. Set in a permanent snarl, the creature's elongated jaws boast a terrifying and ragged set of fangs, yellowed and dripping with saliva. Rank, stinking breath rattles through this horrible maw, turning to steam as it meets the air. A set of powerful forelegs, twined with rope-like muscle, extend from the bear's broad shoulders. They are each tipped with razor sharp claws that look as though they could fell an oak with one blow. Its back legs are similarly armed, and tear up the ground with each step. A pair of feverish, yellow-green eyes sit on either side of the beast's snout, holding in their depths the memories of a time before men walked the land. These mysterious and haunting orbs regard you with a mixture of suspicion and contempt. A guttural growl echoes deep in the bear's throat as it notices you staring at it. Shagarh is in excellent condition. Shagarh lowers himself back to all fours. Riona collapses to the floor, her body trembling, hands shaking. Glowering at you with distaste, Shagarh growls 'You runts should not toy with forces you cannot understand'. Shagarh says 'You almost let It free' A loud roar can be heard from far above. 'No.' Riona shakes her head firmly from side to side. 'No, no, no. This was.. something else.' Shagarh says 'It is older than you could possibly comprehend' Shagarh says 'It would gladly devour this world, if It had the chance' Riona slowly steadies herself, taking a deep breath and then another one. She gets up again, taking control over her mind once more - expelling fear, and doubt, and terror from it. Shagarh suddenly stops and sniffs at the air, a low growl rumbling in his throat. A frowning halfling walks into the floating gardens. Rygothran steps out from his cover. 'It loves us,' Riona objects, looking up at the gigantic Bear-God. Shagarh says 'Bah, what do you know?' Shagarh looks at Rygothran. Rygothran stares at Shagarh. Shagarh says 'You should tell your followers to stop poking their noses where they don't belong' Rygothran snaps his fingers and says 'You smell of rotting meat.' Riona glances over at Rygothran. The mere sight of the Potentate of Avarice fills her with strength, standing a little bit taller now, confidence returning to her posture. Rygothran walks towards the fountain, 'Why do you bother my High Priestess?' Shagarh says 'This cheap black magician was blundering around in It's nether' Rygothran climbs up onto the fountain, turning to face you. Shagarh says 'If not for me, you'd have a batty dullard serving as your high priestess right now' The halfling says 'She does as she pleases, as a Queen is wont to do.' Riona glares at Shargarh defiantly. Rygothran grins, showing his gold capped teeth 'Perhaps you should tend to your flock of arrogant sheep?' Shagarh says 'Arrogant they are' Shagarh says 'But at least with the good sense to keep their bodies and minds where they belong' Rygothran says 'Do they?' Rygothran grins once more, taping a finger against his chin 'Do they truly?' Rygothran says 'We shall know soon enough, I think.' Shagarh says 'That we shall, Wyrm' A soft, mirthful chuckle bubbles from Riona's lips, gaining in volume at Rygothran's comment. 'Heheheheh-HEH HEH-heh.' Shagarh says 'You see? She is still yet affected' You say 'Do they truly? That is the question.' Rygothran says 'I wonder, bear, what it is you want here.' Rygothran claps his hands together 'Perhaps a deal to be made?' Shagarh says 'I do not deal with your ilk, Wyrm' The halfling flicks a coin into the fountain. 'No?' Rygothran says 'It could be fun.' Shagarh says 'If I want something, I take it by force of arms' You say 'Your men think more of their own standing than the ideals you espouse. To build halls for hunters, to rally men far and wide to go chasing after beasts instead of becoming one with the host.' Shagarh says 'You are ancient, I will grant you. But so am I.' Rygothran clicks his tongue and says 'Well, she has a point though.' You say 'And the Warlord? He makes deals with us, his sworn enemies, for his own gain.' Shagarh turns to face you, his feral yellow eyes narrowing dangerously. Shagarh growls. Shagarh says 'My legions have their faults' Shagarh says 'But they know their place, at least' Rygothran says 'Perhaps you and I can make a wager, bear?' Rygothran says 'A wager about your warlord.' Shagarh says 'Your kind would destroy the world out of foolishness' Shagarh says 'What wager?' You say 'And your kind has forgotten their purpose, Shagarh. The proud host of Athaekeetha, was that not from whence you came? And this, the men that follow you now? They seek nothing but glory for themselves.' Rygothran points to you 'My High Priestess will get your Warlord to aid the her in the taking of Miruvhor.' Rygothran says 'Aid his greatest enemy.' Rygothran taps his fingers on the fountain 'So.. if he does, what do I get?' You say 'The Khan, and his hunter's association. The Warlord? He has reached the peak of his hill, but is blind to the mountain beyond it. He is.. stagnate, and he turns to me and my lord for aid when all he needs is the power of his own arms.' Rygothran smiles at you 'She speaks truth. You see why she is mine, right?' Shagarh says 'I'll wager you my left eye' Rygothran says 'Ah, your left eye.' Rygothran says 'The eye of a bear.' Rygothran says 'Do you want his left eye, Riona?' Rygothran says 'A fine trophy, to present to Decimus.' 'Indeed.' Riona nods her head, a dark, wolfish grin claiming her lips. Shagarh says 'What will you wager?' Rygothran says 'You may have one of my most prized possessions.' You say 'An eye for an eye? Is that not the way of the world?' Shagarh says 'I don't care for your possessions' Shagarh says 'I'll take your left hand' Rygothran says 'My left hand.' Rygothran sits upon the fountain for a moment, waving his feet back and forth. Rygothran peers at you 'Yes?' Riona turns to Rygothran - a queen looking lovingly at her king - and smiles. 'Of course.' Rygothran nods at Shagarh 'You will recieve my hand, should I lose.' Shagarh says 'Indeed' Shagarh says 'Then the bargain is struck' Rygothran slaps his hands together 'Great!!' Rygothran sniffs the air. Rygothran says 'Well then, I would stay but..' Riona's gaze flits between Rygothran and Shagarh, a mouse between these two lions. Ah. Mortals - ever the playthings of Gods. Rygothran says 'You smell.' Rygothran looks over at Shagarh once more. Shagarh wanders off with a grunt of disgust. Shagarh walks west. Rygothran giggles, suddenly holding a golden chalice. You say 'The eye of the Beargod himself. How... exciting.' Rygothran says 'All yours.' Riona approaches Rygothran and reaches you out for the chalice, raising it to her lips. Rygothran says 'I like my hands.' Riona nods and says, 'We can not lose.' You feel a divine presence guide you to new found experiences! You earn 10 rp points! You say 'A foolish wager. Is not Greed our domain? Is not Guile our territory? I.. pity them.' Rygothran shrugs and laughs 'I am sure the bear is many things, cunning is not one.' You say 'Then we must labour to find that which the Black Warlord can not resist. Something to amplify his physical prowess, to make him an unconquerable soldier.' You say 'Something he simply can not resist. And then, Miruvhor will finally be mine, and the eye of the Beargod yours.' Rygothran taps the side of his face with a finger 'Well, I have an idea. I think it will be... very beneficial for you.' Riona smiles her sweetest, most pleased smile. 'Delightful. Just delightful.' You say 'What is it you are planning?' 'It is in the works' Rygothran grins, bearing his teeth. 'Now, now, my Queen, some things are meant to be a surprise.' You nod at Rygothran. Rygothran says 'You will be pleased.' You say 'I shall keep busy at my own endeavors, then.' You say 'And... Rygothran.' Rygothran says 'Yes?' Rygothran takes a long pull from a golden chalice. 'There is something,' Riona mumbles, her gaze distant, lost in the haze of memories, 'Something old, lingering outside time itself. It calls to me. I must pursue it.' Rygothran nods and says 'You are capable. We would not be here if you were not. I trust you to handle your affairs.' You say 'Let us speak soon again.' Rygothran holds up a finger 'But be warned, if I am not here to stand in between you and the bear, it is best to avoid confrontation.' Rygothran nods to you and jumps off the fountain. You say 'I understand. I will not antagonize him needlessly.' Rygothran smiles at you 'So lovely.' The halfling walks out of the floating gardens.

While saves vs spell is a catch-all, I don't like them in general. IMO, they should have been used for spells and spells alone. I digress. Blasphemy is a malediction and dispel is mental, both should be displayed in the appropriate help file, and should help you on which saves you get. Something else to think about, there's only like 2 classes that can cast blasphemy directly (shamans and vampires), and evil clerics could put it on you incidentally. And some cleric mobs. Likewise with dispel, if you're not in PvP, only some caster mobs will hit you with it.

@Lexi those two stat screens helped a lot, for benchmarking purposes. As I see it, there are standard, contextual and personal gear options. For now, I am focusing on understanding the standard options, to build a knowledge base, so I can make better decisions about the contextual and personal options down the road. Yesterday I came to an interesting dilemma, let me share it with you. Crustacean ring with all its -AC, or Lord Commander's signet with its generous -svs. This was more or less my thought process: Points wise, the Crustacean was standard 6 points. 20 HP = 2 points, -40 AC = 4 points. On the other side, the Signet is 1.5 points from its little HP and mana, plus 7.5 from the -3 svs, adds to standard points 9, if I ignore the -DEX and -DR on the signet. So I went with the signet. I understand there will be contextual decisions to make down the road. But I felt the need to have a framework to compare the items to begin with. My main survivability concerns are being dispelled out of my 10+ buffs, and blasphemy. This means svs, Mal and Affl are priority concerns. That said..... half of the opponents (either in PvE or PvP does neither, so I cant go full-out on saves and neglect the rest.

If you want some sort of ballpark, here's one invoker and one warrior I played during last year, both fairly well equipped but not really fully decked in super endgame uniques etc: /-----------------\/------------------------------------------------\ | Rilenna || Blademaster of GLADIATOR | \-----------------/\------------------------------------------------/ | Str: 19(19) || Level 50 Sex F Age 37(234h) | | Int: 20(20) || Class warrior Size medium | | Wis: 21(21) || Race half-drow Align chaotic neutral | | Dex: 23(23)^2 || Hp 885/1255 (110%) Exp 37260/473340 | | Con: 18(19)^1 || Mana 633/633 (100%) +Hit 42 (78%) | \ Lck: [||||||] \/ Move 472/472 (100%) +Dam 43 / /-----------------/\--------------------/\--------------------------\ | ARMOR || SAVES || Deity Tongar | | Slash -411 || Spell -28 || Faith Combat | | Pierce -393 || Afflictive -24 || Weight 335/350 | | Blunt -418 || Maledictive -23 || Items 34/44 | | Magic -398 || Mental -14 || Prac 4 Train 0 | | || Breath 0 || RP 57 | | || || Gold 12K CP 3.1K | \-----------------\/--------------------\/--------------------------/ / You have a few cuts and bruises. \ | You are ready for a cabal promotion. | \-------------------------------------------------------------------/ /-----------------\/------------------------------------------------\ | Thilyssia || Warder of WARDER | \-----------------/\------------------------------------------------/ | Str: 19(19) || Level 50 Sex F Age 30(134h) | | Int: 20(20)^1 || Class invoker Size medium | | Wis: 21(21) || Race H-Fey(half-drow) Align chaotic neutral | | Dex: 23(23)^2 || Hp 1433/1433 (117%) Exp 33993/513607 | | Con: 19(19)^3 || Mana 1472/1472 (120%) +Hit 1 (100%) | \ Lck: [||||--] \/ Move 500/500 (130%) +Dam 6 / /-----------------/\--------------------/\--------------------------\ | ARMOR || SAVES || Deity Ulmusdorn | | Slash -396 || Spell -20 || Faith Nature | | Pierce -408 || Afflictive 0 || Weight 293/350 | | Blunt -405 || Maledictive -20 || Items 35/44 | | Magic -430 || Mental -22 || Prac 9 Train 0 | | || Breath -10 || RP 48 | | || || Gold 114K CP 4.1K | \-----------------\/--------------------\/--------------------------/ / You are in the prime of your health. \ | You are ready for a cabal promotion. | \-------------------------------------------------------------------/ What you're not considering in your initial post is a caster getting from eq is +hp/mana to quite a significant degree. Anyway. If you're a big strength warrior instead of a dex warrior, you'll have a bit more hit/dam than what's on my sheet (also I'm not using all my stat boosting skills in that particular score sheet, couldn't find any where I had them up). Also I'd say some builds will have plenty more ac than what I had going. EDIT: Another thing to consider is the current opposition/powerful characters in the game. If I was fighting shamans or dark-knights constantly my invoker would have swapped a few pieces for select extra mal saves (some items have -a lot- in one svs type etc), if I was fighting a psi or cleric I'd probably have gotten more mentals etc.

Right. It's not so much the damage they do (which is all roughly the same), but the secondary effects. Paralyze adds lag to everything you do for a number of commands. Flaming blinds you for a short duration which you cannot cure. Vampiric heals the wielder a little. Poison poisons (damage over time [DoT] and cuts regen). Sharp is just the additional damage. Vorpal causes you to glow (faerie fire: can't hide, go invisible, etc). Deadly adds a DoT. Wounds causes you damage every time you move rooms. Shocking causes 1 round of lag. Frost works like chill touch giving a debuff of like -2 to STR. So you can see why paralyze and flaming for example, are considered more powerful than shocking and frost.

So for the time being, can I generally assume that for two items of similar itemLevel, the relative power between them is matched by their weigh/cost on the original post?

1) Yes, you can, though people tend to see what they're lacking and look for pieces that shore up those holes. In the end, it amounts to the same thing. 2) Yes. 3) There isn't anything available yet, but I do want to get that published. Generally speaking it's ItemLevel/3+5, or within that ballpark, depending on what's actually procing. Save depending on item level. 4) Rare are the skills/spells that do anything extra over 100% proficiency. Usually it's just increased change to work. For example, many skills like bash will set your base chance to succeed at 80% of prof. So having 100% starts you off at 80% while 105% starts you at 84. Sear and Meteor Swarm are among the exceptions to do something extra by allowing you to cast indoors if your prof is over 100%. They're also the vast majority of the list. 5) If my memory serves, the higher the weapon level the greater the chance to proc things like flaming and frost. Knowledge of this nature should, in my opinion, never be hidden. Spoilered maybe, as people do like to find some things out for themselves, but should be available otherise.

I have limited experience (30 to 50 hours each) playing a melee class and a caster class. I understand they have significantly different gear requirements/preferences so I felt the need to figure out a weighting system to measure/compare them. As a benchmark, I assumed the weights from this post on item rebalancing. Let me think outloud, and you guys can correct me where I go astray. Taking a birdseye perspective, lets say semi geared 50 caster would have -400 AC from gear, -40 combines saves (20 svs, 20 each save). Similarly, a semi geared 50 melee would have -200 AC from gear, -20 combined saves (10 svs and 10 each save), and 40 HR&DR. These are just numbers I am throwing out with only half a dozen hours at level cap getting some (basic but appropriate) gear. How much budget do we need for -400 AC? 40 points. Fair enough, lets use this as benchmark How much more do we need to gear our caster with saves? 20 svs = 50 points, 20 each of the others lets round it to another 50. Caster gear budget for basic stats is 140 points, lets say (then you add skills, managain, HP/Mn/Mv/etc) Now the same exercise for a melee... How much budget do we need for 40 HR&DR? 40 points each, so 80 points. How much more do we need to gear our melee with saves? 10 svs = 25 points, 10 each of the others lets round it to another 25. Adds up to 130. This is pretty balanced compared to the caster's 140, so all fine and dandy. Good work! Whoever came up with this system did a dark good job. Little comment: svs should cost 2 (not 2.5) if save VS one is 0.75 (triple is 2.25) since specific gearing for a particular thing should be a little more expensive than generic gearing, IMHO. Now my questions: - Can I use these weights to help me decide (within reason) what item is better for my character? I mean... is it wise to do so? - Does this mean the socket will add these two procs to my weapon? "Adds following to weapon flags: sharp shocking"? - is there (quantitative) information about proc damage dice? like prost being Leve d 3 for example? - is there (quantitative) information about the effects of skills over 100 on chances to shield block, bash, parry, etc? - All weapons that have a proc, have the same fixed proc chance or proc chance is also an attribute that will vary from weapon to weapon? Its OK if half of these are not meant to be mortal's knowledge. I am just trying to bridge the experience knowledge/experience gap. *grin* Thank you (edited for typos)

Fair question. I was being ambiguous with respect to OOC/IC. My thinking is that "they" encompasses both you the player and the character in a general way at the same time. - Aemyn

(signed Nyalis)

What's with the "they"? She is a nymph. Therefor a woman. I must admit, I though my rank advantage would make this a rather easy fight, but it sure wasn't as the log shows. Well done.

This is the perspective of Aemyn Olyzc. I saw Nyalis in Central and was going to chat as we have never met. They attacked on sight. [554/554 HPs|935/949 MPs|336/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|8|M] l The Forum The newly built Forum is Maelbrim's premier meeting area. It is a large circle, its boundaries marked by columns and its ground laid with marble. Here is where public deals are struck, orations are given, and a great deal of spectacle takes place. It was ground zero for the catastrophe that was summoned to this land, but there are no signs of that devastation now. What had once been a ruinous crater is now a symbol of life and a flurry of activity. The King's Square is due east, the Northern Commons to the north, the Southern Commons to the south and Green Square to the west. A fountain has been placed in the middle of the square, a true masterpiece of art. Just north of it, a white marble statue has been erected, depicting a very hairy, square, small person. Must be a dwarf. Some graffiti has been surreptitiously placed here, depicting a White Wolf. [Exits: north east south west] A set of Imperial banners stand proudly around the commons. The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here. The statue of a dwarf stands here proudly, hewn in white marble. A large marble fountain carved in the likeness of a regal-looking illithid is here. A well-off citizen of Maelbrim is here, enjoying his spare time. (Invisible) (Bright Aura) Nyalis the Focus of Gravity is here, sitting astride a warhorse. (Invisible) (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Invisible) (Charmed) A small treant stands sentinel next to its summoner. (White Aura) A Marshall of Maelbrim stands here, enforcing the Law. [554/554 HPs|935/949 MPs|336/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|8|M] Tick. Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You yell 'Die! Nyalis, you sorcerous dog!' You feel a brief tingling sensation. A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Nyalis is in excellent condition. Aemyn: [100] [554/554 HPs|935/949 MPs|336/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|8|M] Nyalis fades into existence. You fade into existence. You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. A stone golem fades into existence. You parry a stone golem's attack. A small treant fades into existence. You parry a small treant's attack. A small treant's bash collides with your protective shield. A small treant's bash misses you. Nyalis parries your attack. Nyalis parries your attack. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite injures Nyalis. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [100] [554/554 HPs|935/949 MPs|336/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|8|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You feel solid again. You feel less armored. The protective aura around your body fades. You no longer see invisible objects. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [100] [554/554 HPs|935/949 MPs|336/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|8|M] You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash MUTILATES you! You parry Nyalis's attack. A stone golem's pierce devastates you! You parry a small treant's attack. Nyalis parries your attack. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. One of the blades deflects the attack away from Nyalis. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [87] [483/554 HPs|935/949 MPs|336/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|8|M] Your protective shield dissipates. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [88] [488/554 HPs|949/949 MPs|373/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|9|M] smirk You smirk. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [88] [488/554 HPs|949/949 MPs|373/594 MVs|4873 TNL|$50944|9|M] fle You flee from combat! *** I GUESS WE'RE GOING TO KILL EACH OTHER. I GO PREPARE TO FIGHT! *** [554/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|4838 TNL|$50944|12|M] Without cover Nyalis is peleted with flaming debris! Nyalis yells 'Help! I've just walked into Aemyn's firestorm!' A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Your firestorm MUTILATES Nyalis! Nyalis rides in. Without cover a small treant is peleted with flaming debris! A small treant yells 'Help! I'm being attacked by Aemyn!' Your firestorm MASSACRES a small treant! A small treant walks in. Without cover a stone golem is peleted with flaming debris! A stone golem yells 'Help! I'm being attacked by Aemyn!' Your firestorm MANGLES a stone golem! A stone golem walks in. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [100] [554/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|4838 TNL|$50944|12|M] You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. Nyalis's slice hits you. A stone golem's pierce misses you. You parry a small treant's attack. Your firestorm DISMEMBERS a stone golem! Your firestorm decimates a small treant! Your firestorm grazes Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. The ground before Nyalis heaves and deflects the attack. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [94] [524/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|4838 TNL|$50944|12|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. Your attention diverted, the firestorm collapses. You feel less armored. You no longer see invisible objects. Your protective shield dissipates. You slowly float to the ground. The protective aura around your body fades. Your force shield shimmers then fades away. You can no longer sense magical auras. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [94] [524/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|4838 TNL|$50944|12|M] fle You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. Nyalis's slice misses you. You parry a stone golem's attack. A small treant's beating misses you. Nyalis parries your attack. Nyalis parries your attack. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite wounds Nyalis. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [94] [524/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|4838 TNL|$50944|12|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal DISMEMBERS you! Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. *** I FLEE TO RESET, GOOD DISPEL *** [540/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] Without cover Nyalis is peleted with flaming debris! Nyalis yells 'Help! I've just walked into Aemyn's firestorm!' A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Nyalis rides in. Without cover a stone golem is peleted with flaming debris! A stone golem yells 'Help! I'm being attacked by Aemyn!' Your firestorm *** DEMOLISHES *** a stone golem! A stone golem walks in. Without cover a small treant is peleted with flaming debris! A small treant yells 'Help! I'm being attacked by Aemyn!' Your firestorm MASSACRES a small treant! A small treant walks in. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [97] [540/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You feel a brief tingling sensation. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [97] [540/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield wounds Nyalis. You parry a stone golem's attack. Your fire shield MUTILATES a stone golem! A stone golem trips you and you go down! A stone golem's trip scratches you. Your fire shield MASSACRES a stone golem! You parry a small treant's attack. Your fire shield DISMEMBERS a small treant! Your firestorm DISMEMBERS a small treant! Your firestorm decimates a stone golem! Your firestorm scratches Nyalis. Nyalis parries your attack. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [88] [493/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] ice Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You feel a brief tingling sensation. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [88] [493/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] A scythe's slice wounds you. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield hits Nyalis. A winged air dragon spits an arc of energy! Nyalis's lightning bolt decimates you! You parry a stone golem's attack. Your fire shield DISMEMBERS a stone golem! You parry a small treant's attack. Your fire shield MUTILATES a small treant! A small treant gets a wild look in its eyes. Your firestorm DISMEMBERS a small treant! Your firestorm DISMEMBERS a stone golem! Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Nyalis parries your attack. You swing right through Nyalis's blurred image. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. A sphere of life glows slightly. You feel a little better. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [83] [462/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You feel a brief tingling sensation. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [83] [462/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield wounds Nyalis. You parry a stone golem's attack. Your fire shield devastates a stone golem! A small treant's beating misses you. Your fire shield MASSACRES a small treant! Your firestorm sends sheets of flame flying all around! Your firestorm *** DEMOLISHES *** a small treant! Your firestorm *** DEMOLISHES *** a stone golem! Your firestorm decimates Nyalis! Nyalis parries your attack. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [79] [438/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|4805 TNL|$50944|15|M] You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm === DISINTEGRATES === a small treant! Your ice storm >>> ANNIHILATES <<< a stone golem! A stone golem is SLAIN!! You receive 1158 experience points. You hear a stone golem's death cry. A stone golem's body disintegrates into dust. A crested shield breaks into several pieces in Nyalis's hands. *** SHIELD DOWN! *** Your ice storm MASSACRES Nyalis! Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [79] [438/554 HPs|889/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3647 TNL|$50944|15|M] f You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. You parry a small treant's attack. Your fire shield decimates a small treant! A small treant is DEAD!! You receive 28 experience points. A small treant's severed head plops on the ground. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Nyalis parries your attack. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Nyalis turns blue and shivers. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [79] [438/554 HPs|889/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You feel a brief tingling sensation. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [79] [438/554 HPs|889/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You create a flaming arrow and send it streaking towards Nyalis. Your flame arrow mauls Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [79] [438/554 HPs|878/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] A scythe's slice mauls you. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. You can feel a jagged hunting sword dig into your body. Nyalis's wrath hits you. Your fire shield hits Nyalis. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [73] [407/554 HPs|878/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'eugszr waouq'. You feel a brief tingling sensation. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [73] [407/554 HPs|878/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] ice Tick. You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. A jagged hunting sword breaks into several pieces in Nyalis's hands. *** SWORD DOWN! *** Your ice storm MASSACRES Nyalis! Nyalis has some big nasty wounds and scratches. Aemyn: [73] [407/554 HPs|860/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. Nyalis's punch grazes you. Your fire shield wounds Nyalis. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. You swing right through Nyalis's blurred image. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis has some big nasty wounds and scratches. Aemyn: [72] [400/554 HPs|860/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal LACERATES you! Nyalis has some big nasty wounds and scratches. Aemyn: [64] [357/554 HPs|860/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] ice You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. Nyalis's punch misses you. Your fire shield injures Nyalis. Your firestorm sends sheets of flame flying all around! Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [60] [335/554 HPs|860/949 MPs|587/594 MVs|3619 TNL|$50944|15|M] Nyalis has fled! Nyalis rides east. *** CHASE! CHASE! CHASE! *** [391/554 HPs|928/949 MPs|564/594 MVs|3431 TNL|$50944|8|M] w Near Vanguard Point You stand along the Dragon Road, leading eastward into the massive city of Maelbrim. The road continues westward all the way towards Val Miran, and eventually to the Dead Sea. Large craggy spires rise up all around you, and the chill mountain air is sweet and cool in your lungs. Here, a large checkpoint has been set up by the Regent of Maelbrim to keep out unwanted visitors. [Exits: east west] A column of Crusaders is camped here. (Charmed) (White Aura) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (White Aura) (Bright Aura) Nyalis the Focus of Gravity is here, sitting astride a warhorse. [391/554 HPs|928/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3431 TNL|$50944|8|M] fs You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You create a vortex of fire, sulfur, and brimstone overhead. A stone golem is blinded by smoke! Your firestorm DISMEMBERS a stone golem! Nyalis yells 'Die! Aemyn, you sorcerous dog!' Nyalis is blinded by smoke! A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. You have become better at firestorm! [95%] A stone golem has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [70] [391/554 HPs|886/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] You parry a stone golem's attack. Your fire shield maims a stone golem! A scythe's slice mauls you. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield injures Nyalis. Your firestorm sends sheets of flame flying all around! Your firestorm injures a stone golem. Your firestorm grazes Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses a stone golem. Your freezing bite hits a stone golem. A stone golem has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [66] [368/554 HPs|886/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] kill nya You start aiming at Nyalis. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [66] [368/554 HPs|886/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] A stone golem's pierce misses you. Your fire shield decimates a stone golem! You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash wounds you. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield injures Nyalis. Your firestorm decimates a stone golem! Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Nyalis parries your attack. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Nyalis turns blue and shivers. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [62] [348/554 HPs|886/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] ice You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm *** OBLITERATES *** a stone golem! Your ice storm LACERATES Nyalis! Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [62] [348/554 HPs|868/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'yragpyucandus'. Nyalis sends a brilliant sphere of light spiraling down! You have been blinded by the flash of light! Aemyn: [62] [348/554 HPs|868/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] You parry someone's attack. Your fire shield wounds someone. A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry someone's attack. Your fire shield hits someone. Your firestorm injures someone. Your firestorm scratches someone. Someone parries your attack. Someone parries your attack. A sphere of life glows slightly. You feel a little better. Aemyn: [58] [324/554 HPs|868/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] ice You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm === DISINTEGRATES === someone! Something breaks into several pieces in someone's hands. *** I BELIEVE THIS WAS THE LAST WEAPON TO BREAK IN THEIR HANDS . THEY NEVER PUT A NEW ONE ON *** Your ice storm MASSACRES someone! Aemyn: [58] [324/554 HPs|850/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|3423 TNL|$50944|8|M] Someone's pierce misses you. Your fire shield MUTILATES someone! Someone is SLAIN!! You receive 1197 experience points. Someone spills its guts all over the floor. Someone's body disintegrates into dust. You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry someone's attack. Your fire shield grazes someone. Your firestorm grazes someone. Your freezing bite misses someone. The cold touch of something surrounds someone with ice. Your freezing bite grazes someone. Aemyn: [54] [303/554 HPs|850/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Someone utters the words, 'hpjioculofqras'. With a flash of arcane energy a mighty thunderclap explodes beside you. Someone's thunderclap wounds you. The mighty force of explosion dazes your senses and confuses your mind. Aemyn: [51] [285/554 HPs|850/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] A scythe's slice wounds you. A scythe's slash mauls you. Someone's punch misses you. Your fire shield wounds someone. Your firestorm grazes someone. You swing right through someone's blurred image. Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|850/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] ice You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm MASSACRES someone! Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|832/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Tick. Someone has fled! Someone rides west. [243/554 HPs|832/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Without cover someone is peleted with flaming debris! Someone yells 'Help! I've just walked into someone's firestorm!' You sense something large begin to move quickly around someone. Your firestorm wounds someone. Someone rides in. Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|832/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Someone has fled! Someone rides east. [243/554 HPs|832/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Without cover someone is peleted with flaming debris! Someone yells 'Help! I've just walked into someone's firestorm!' You sense something large begin to move quickly around someone. Your firestorm wounds someone. Someone rides in. Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|832/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] ice You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm DISMEMBERS someone! Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|814/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry someone's attack. Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm hits someone. You swing right through someone's blurred image. Your freezing bite misses someone. The cold touch of something surrounds someone with ice. Something deflects the attack away from someone. Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|814/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Someone has fled! Someone rides east. [243/554 HPs|814/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] Without cover someone is peleted with flaming debris! Someone yells 'Help! I've just walked into someone's firestorm!' You sense something large begin to move quickly around someone. Your firestorm mauls someone. Someone rides in. Aemyn: [43] [243/554 HPs|814/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|2226 TNL|$50944|8|M] ice Someone has fled! Someone rides west. *** GOOD BLIND AND THUNDERCLAP, NEED TO RESET THE FIGHT *** [473/554 HPs|885/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|M] Without cover Nyalis is peleted with flaming debris! Nyalis yells 'Help! I've just walked into Aemyn's firestorm!' A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Your firestorm wounds Nyalis. Nyalis rides in. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [85] [473/554 HPs|885/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|M] dismount sleep You dismount from a warhorse. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [85] [473/554 HPs|885/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] You can't sleep if you're fighting! Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [85] [473/554 HPs|885/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal decimates you! A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. Nyalis's punch misses you. Your fire shield mauls Nyalis. Your firestorm grazes Nyalis. You swing right through Nyalis's blurred image. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [72] [401/554 HPs|885/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] Tick. ice You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm DISMEMBERS Nyalis! Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [72] [401/554 HPs|867/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] A scythe's slice mauls you. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield wounds Nyalis. A winged air dragon spits an arc of energy! Nyalis's lightning bolt decimates you! Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm hits Nyalis. You swing right through Nyalis's blurred image. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [63] [351/554 HPs|867/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal mauls you. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [59] [328/554 HPs|867/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] ice You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. Nyalis's punch misses you. Your fire shield grazes Nyalis. Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm hits Nyalis. You swing right through Nyalis's blurred image. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [55] [306/554 HPs|867/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] Nyalis utters the words, 'yragpyucandus'. Nyalis sends a brilliant sphere of light spiraling down! You squint your eyes, unaffected by the glare. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [55] [306/554 HPs|867/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm DISMEMBERS Nyalis! Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [55] [306/554 HPs|849/949 MPs|589/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|19|D] You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. One of the blades deflects the attack away from Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [56] [312/554 HPs|876/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] Nyalis utters the words, 'yragpyucandus'. Nyalis sends a brilliant sphere of light spiraling down! You squint your eyes, unaffected by the glare. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [56] [312/554 HPs|876/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] ice You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm MASSACRES Nyalis! Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [56] [312/554 HPs|858/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] A scythe's slice mauls you. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield wounds Nyalis. The brimstone clouds begin to rain fiery hail! Your firestorm wounds Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis has some big nasty wounds and scratches. Aemyn: [52] [291/554 HPs|858/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] Nyalis utters the words, 'yragpyucandus'. Nyalis sends a brilliant sphere of light spiraling down! You have been blinded by the flash of light! Aemyn: [52] [291/554 HPs|858/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] flee A scythe's slice mauls you. You parry a scythe's slash. Someone's punch grazes you. Your fire shield hits someone. The brimstone clouds begin to rain fiery hail! Your firestorm maims someone! Your freezing bite misses someone. Your freezing bite misses someone. Aemyn: [47] [262/554 HPs|858/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal LACERATES you! Aemyn: [39] [219/554 HPs|858/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2133 TNL|$49297|20|D] You flee from combat! Your attention diverted, the firestorm collapses. You can't see a thing! *** I FLEE TO CURE BLIND AND RESET *** [468/554 HPs|949/949 MPs|520/594 MVs|2094 TNL|$49297|4|M] south The Crossroads Here, the great eastern road intersects with a small, oder road that runs southward to Fort Blackwatch. The ground around you is covered with young but healthy growth, mostly grasses and a few small bushes. The outskirts of Val Miran lie to your west. Eastward, the great Dragon's Teeth rise up almost immediately. [Exits: north east south west] A mighty Fortress looms over the area. A young werebeast stands here, leaning on his spear. A werebeast looks into the sky. A werebeast says in Beastial 'U qyxy tti geyddid voxoe.' A werebeast says in Beastial 'Cta vuhyhb xaoht wu jeyqavex.' [468/554 HPs|949/949 MPs|519/594 MVs|2094 TNL|$49297|4|M] where The Eastern Road is [KNIGHT] controlled. Players near you: <PK> Nyalis Lower Foothills <PK> Aemyn The Crossroads [468/554 HPs|949/949 MPs|519/594 MVs|2094 TNL|$49297|4|M] fs You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You create a vortex of fire, sulfur, and brimstone overhead. A werebeast is blinded by smoke! You fade into existence. Your firestorm === DISINTEGRATES === a werebeast! A werebeast looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [84] [468/554 HPs|907/949 MPs|519/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49297|4|M] The rain stopped. A werebeast looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [85] [474/554 HPs|924/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49297|5|M] Without cover Nyalis is peleted with flaming debris! Nyalis yells 'Help! I've just walked into Aemyn's firestorm!' A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Your firestorm wounds Nyalis. Nyalis rides in. A werebeast looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [85] [474/554 HPs|924/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49297|5|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal MUTILATES you! A werebeast looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [78] [437/554 HPs|924/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49297|5|M] You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. Nyalis's punch misses you. The brimstone clouds begin to rain fiery hail! Your firestorm maims Nyalis! Your firestorm LACERATES a werebeast! Your freezing bite wounds a werebeast. Your freezing bite mauls a werebeast. A werebeast is DEAD!! A werebeast's ear is ripped off of his head. You get 118 gold coins from the corpse of a werebeast. [437/554 HPs|924/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] ice You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm MASSACRES Nyalis! Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [78] [437/554 HPs|906/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry Nyalis's attack. Your fire shield grazes Nyalis. The vortex of hellfire explodes suddenly! Your firestorm decimates Nyalis! You swing right through Nyalis's blurred image. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [70] [392/554 HPs|906/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] Nyalis eats the ear of a werebeast. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [70] [392/554 HPs|906/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'yragpyucandus'. Nyalis sends a brilliant sphere of light spiraling down! You have been blinded by the flash of light! Aemyn: [70] [392/554 HPs|906/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] m A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry someone's attack. Your fire shield grazes someone. The vortex of hellfire explodes suddenly! Your firestorm DISMEMBERS someone! Your freezing bite misses someone. Your freezing bite misses someone. The cold touch of something surrounds someone with ice. Someone turns blue and shivers. The ground before someone heaves and deflects the attack. Aemyn: [62] [347/554 HPs|906/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] They aren't here. Aemyn: [62] [347/554 HPs|906/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] ice Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal devastates you! You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm DISMEMBERS someone! Aemyn: [57] [318/554 HPs|888/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] A scythe's slice mauls you. You parry a scythe's slash. Someone's punch grazes you. Your fire shield injures someone. Your firestorm grazes someone. Your freezing bite misses someone. You swing right through someone's blurred image. The cold touch of something surrounds someone with ice. Your freezing bite grazes someone. Aemyn: [52] [289/554 HPs|888/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] ice Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal decimates you! Aemyn: [47] [263/554 HPs|888/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. You parry someone's attack. A winged air dragon spits an arc of energy! Someone's lightning bolt LACERATES you! Your firestorm injures someone. You swing right through someone's blurred image. You swing right through someone's blurred image. Aemyn: [39] [218/554 HPs|888/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm MASSACRES someone! Aemyn: [39] [218/554 HPs|870/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] flee Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal decimates you! Aemyn: [34] [190/554 HPs|870/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. You parry someone's attack. Your fire shield wounds someone. Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm hits someone. Your freezing bite misses someone. Aemyn: [26] [145/554 HPs|870/949 MPs|556/594 MVs|2087 TNL|$49415|5|M] Someone has fled! Someone rides west. *** CURE BLIND AND CHASE! *** [402/554 HPs|891/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Without cover Nyalis is peleted with flaming debris! Nyalis yells 'Help! I've just walked into Aemyn's firestorm!' Your firestorm decimates Nyalis! Nyalis rides in. Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [72] [402/554 HPs|891/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] wher Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal maims you! The Eastern Road is [KNIGHT] controlled. Players near you: <PK> Nyalis A Small Clearing <PK> Aemyn A Small Clearing Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [66] [366/554 HPs|891/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] ice You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm DISMEMBERS Nyalis! Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [66] [366/554 HPs|874/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Nyalis's punch misses you. Your firestorm sends sheets of flame flying all around! Your firestorm injures Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [66] [366/554 HPs|874/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal maims you! Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [59] [332/554 HPs|874/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] m Nyalis's punch misses you. Your firestorm injures Nyalis. The ground before Nyalis heaves and deflects the attack. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [59] [332/554 HPs|874/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You failed. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [59] [332/554 HPs|863/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Nyalis's punch misses you. Your firestorm grazes Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. The ground before Nyalis heaves and deflects the attack. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [59] [332/554 HPs|863/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal MUTILATES you! Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [52] [293/554 HPs|863/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] m You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You failed. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [52] [293/554 HPs|852/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] m Nyalis's punch misses you. Your firestorm grazes Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [52] [293/554 HPs|852/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Nyalis's sharpmetal devastates you! You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. The protective aura around Nyalis fades. Nyalis slowly floats to the ground. The ground grows still at Nyalis's feet. The air around Nyalis blurs and shimmers momentarily. Nyalis's force shield shimmers then fades away. Ok. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [47] [262/554 HPs|841/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Tick. ice You parry Nyalis's attack. Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm decimates Nyalis! Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [47] [262/554 HPs|841/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You summon the elemental force of ice to your aid. Your ice storm *** DEMOLISHES *** Nyalis! Nyalis has quite a few wounds. Aemyn: [47] [262/554 HPs|824/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|2014 TNL|$49415|13|M] Nyalis has fled! Nyalis rides north. *** LOST THEM AGAIN, TIME TO MAKE THE WEATHER BAD AND TRY A DIFFERENT APPROACH. THEY HAVE GREAT PATHING TO GET AWAY *** [549/554 HPs|882/949 MPs|565/594 MVs|1979 TNL|$49415|19|M] w A trail through the dense forest You are on a trail leading east and west through the dense forest. To the east, the forest gradually seems to become lighter. [Exits: east west] (White Aura) (Bright Aura) Nyalis the Focus of Gravity is here, sitting astride a warhorse. [549/554 HPs|882/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1979 TNL|$49415|19|M] w Nyalis utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. You yell 'Die! Nyalis, you sorcerous dog!' Nyalis creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Nyalis directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! A pair of giant blades phases in around Nyalis and begin their deadly dance. Nyalis's sharpmetal LACERATES you! No way! You are still fighting! Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [91] [505/554 HPs|882/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1979 TNL|$49415|19|M] ee Huh? Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [91] [505/554 HPs|882/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1979 TNL|$49415|19|M] Tick. fs You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You create a vortex of fire, sulfur, and brimstone overhead. Your firestorm decimates Nyalis! Nyalis has a few scratches. Aemyn: [91] [505/554 HPs|841/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|19|M] You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. Nyalis's chilling wind grazes you. Your fire shield hits Nyalis. Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm mauls Nyalis. Your freezing bite misses Nyalis. Nyalis parries your attack. Nyalis has some small wounds and bruises. Aemyn: [85] [474/554 HPs|841/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|19|M] Nyalis utters the words, 'yragpyucandus'. Nyalis sends a brilliant sphere of light spiraling down! You have been blinded by the flash of light! Aemyn: [85] [474/554 HPs|841/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|19|M] cal You parry a scythe's slice. You parry a scythe's slash. Someone's chilling wind grazes you. Your fire shield injures someone. Your firestorm grazes someone. Someone parries your attack. Aemyn: [84] [466/554 HPs|841/949 MPs|563/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|19|M] You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. Deep thunder rolls and sheets of lightning strike your foes! Sparks arc around someone's armor! Your lightning bolt MANGLES someone! Someone's armor glows with ghostly blue hue and the air crackles with charge. Your lightning bolt devastates someone! Aemyn: [85] [474/554 HPs|853/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal maims you! Aemyn: [79] [441/554 HPs|853/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] cal You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. Someone's chilling wind grazes you. Your fire shield wounds someone. Your firestorm spews forth a cloud of fiery brimstone! Your firestorm grazes someone. Your freezing bite misses someone. Someone parries your attack. Aemyn: [74] [411/554 HPs|853/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. Deep thunder rolls and sheets of lightning strike your foes! Sparks arc around someone's armor! Your lightning bolt MANGLES someone! Someone's armor glows with ghostly blue hue and the air crackles with charge. Your lightning bolt decimates someone! Aemyn: [74] [411/554 HPs|842/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] cal Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal devastates you! Aemyn: [68] [381/554 HPs|842/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] You parry a scythe's slice. A scythe's slash mauls you. Someone's chilling wind grazes you. Your fire shield grazes someone. Your firestorm grazes someone. Someone parries your attack. Someone parries your attack. The cold touch of something surrounds someone with ice. Your freezing bite grazes someone. Aemyn: [63] [351/554 HPs|842/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. Deep thunder rolls and sheets of lightning strike your foes! Sparks arc around someone's armor! Your lightning bolt MASSACRES someone! Someone's armor glows with ghostly blue hue and the air crackles with charge. Your lightning bolt decimates someone! Aemyn: [63] [351/554 HPs|831/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] Someone utters the words, 'gpabraswzhar'. Someone creates a mass of metal shards and sends them hurling! Someone directs the stream of deadly metal in your direction! Someone's sharpmetal MUTILATES you! Aemyn: [56] [314/554 HPs|831/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] fs A scythe's slice mauls you. A scythe's slash mauls you. Someone's chilling wind grazes you. Your fire shield injures someone. The brimstone clouds begin to rain fiery hail! Your firestorm hits someone. Someone parries your attack. The cold touch of something surrounds someone with ice. Your freezing bite grazes someone. Aemyn: [47] [262/554 HPs|831/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1972 TNL|$49415|20|M] You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You cause the firestorm to violently expand. Your firestorm decimates someone! Aemyn: [47] [262/554 HPs|790/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|20|M] cal Someone has fled! Someone rides east. [262/554 HPs|790/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|20|M] You tap into something's mana pool and reinforce your spell. Deep thunder rolls and sheets of lightning strike your foes! [262/554 HPs|779/949 MPs|594/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|20|M] quaf gy You quaff a gyvel potion. You can see again. *** CHASE, CHASE, CHASE! I SAW THEM RECALL EARLIER SO KNEW WHERE THEIR HOME WAS. I WAS ABLE TO FORCE THE RECALL AND CATCH THEM OUTSIDE THEIR PIT *** [299/554 HPs|887/949 MPs|348/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|23|M] north Nyalis rides in. [299/554 HPs|887/949 MPs|348/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|23|M] f You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. Nyalis yells 'Die! Aemyn, you sorcerous dog!' You create a flaming arrow and send it streaking towards Nyalis. Your flame arrow MANGLES Nyalis! Nyalis's chilling wind misses you. Nyalis parries your attack. Nyalis looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [53] [299/554 HPs|876/949 MPs|348/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|23|M] Tick. No way! You are still fighting! Nyalis looks pretty hurt. Aemyn: [53] [299/554 HPs|876/949 MPs|348/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|23|M] You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You create a flaming arrow and send it streaking towards Nyalis. Your flame arrow LACERATES Nyalis! Nyalis's chilling wind injures you. Your fire shield injures Nyalis. Nyalis parries your attack. The cold touch of a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart surrounds Nyalis with ice. Your freezing bite hits Nyalis. Nyalis is in awful condition. Aemyn: [51] [284/554 HPs|865/949 MPs|348/594 MVs|1967 TNL|$49415|23|M] f You tap into a Frigid Staff adorned with a black heart's mana pool and reinforce your spell. You create a flaming arrow and send it streaking towards Nyalis. Your flame arrow *** DEMOLISHES *** Nyalis! Nyalis is DEAD!! You receive 1276 experience points. Nyalis spills her guts all over the floor. *** A MOMENT PASSES *** 'Well fought.. though I do not know your name.' Aemyn says quietly. Nyalis says 'Well back to the drawing board.' Aemyn eyes Nyalis, 'The Nymph slaughter in Everwild was not personal, it was for research. Is that why you hunted me?' You say 'I see you're not in the speaking mood.. until next time, then.' They were not interested in post-fight RP. Good fight, Nyalis, there are some big uphill challenges when fighting an Invoker as a BMG at such low levels. Great dispels and kiting, I'm looking forward to more as we grow. It took me awhile to track you, awesome pathing and great chasing when you had the upper hand. - Aemyn Olyzc

Hope you are doing well. This was a fun fight for me also.

I just came back and read this log a year later, and honestly, halfway through it I'm like I should have gotten out of that fight a lot sooner instead of sticking it out to the end. I'm also like, how did it even get this close towards the end, especially as a medium-sized warrior vs a mummy/skeleton-specialized necromancer. All things considered, I think gladiators have one of the most user-friendly kits and it carried me pretty far. It's a great read and a very nice kill. ❤️

Bracad told you 'Greetings.' Bracad told you 'We trust you are well?' You told Bracad 'I'm having a bad day. A horrible day' Bracad told you 'That is unfortunate.' Bracad told you 'Anything we might do to aid you?' Bracad told you 'Or make your day better?' You told Bracad 'Sure, find a way to remove my ears' Bracad told you '....' Bracad told you 'An odd request, for us.' Bracad told you 'Why would you wish your ears removed?' You told Bracad 'I tried to have Achistad do something about it. That never happened. So, I'd rather just not hear them anymore' Bracad told you 'Do something about what?' You told Bracad 'He was suppose to come purify our estate, but of course, he wasn't allowed' You told Bracad 'I'm tired of all the whispering' You told Bracad 'Sometimes it feels like I'm just talking to myself' Bracad told you 'The whispers are your own voice?' You told Bracad 'Of course not! I'm not crazy' Bracad told you 'You mentioned you feel as if you are talking to yourself, hence why we asked our question.' You told Bracad 'Venni threw me out of the bank thinking I was talking to myself. That's why' Bracad told you 'Which estate might you be referring to? One of you and or your families?' You told Bracad 'The Zelcharis estate of course. We are Miruvhor nobility' Bracad told you 'Indeed. You hear the whispers in your estate? Could it be just the... discussions of your staff?' You told Bracad 'No, I'm not crazy. They aren't following me around all over whispering' Bracad told you 'Then where do you hear this whispering?' You told Bracad 'In the very things I want removed, my ears!' Bracad told you 'Oh my. This does sound serious.' Bracad told you 'Not to invite negative thoughts but, what if removing your ears does not make the whispering go away?' You told Bracad 'How can I hear whispering without ears?' You told Bracad 'Now you sound crazy' Bracad told you 'We profess, when it comes to magic, we have more limited experience and knowledge. However, we have witnessed terrible and strange afflictions from it.' Bracad told you 'If this is such an affliction...' Bracad told you 'We certainly would not wish it on you or anyone, but such a step as removing your ears may not be a cure.' You told Bracad 'My father's a clergyman. If it was magic, I'd know it wouldn't I? No, it's these stupid ears' Bracad told you 'Ahh. Well, that certainly adds to the mystery then.' Bracad told you 'Have you encountered others who are similarly afflicted. Perhaps in your family?' You told Bracad 'You're kidding, right? Tell me you're kidding.' Bracad told you 'Kidding?' Bracad told you 'We are confused.' Bracad told you 'On such a serious topic, we would not jest.' You told Bracad 'I'm not going around asking people if they hear whispering. That would get me locked up in the asylum' Bracad told you 'Ahh, we see. Your point is not lost on us... now.' You told Bracad 'I'm just frustrated. Ignore that.' Bracad told you 'Well. We are not unwilling to help you. However, we feel it prudent to understand. You must understand, we are no surgeon. Although our aim is precise.' You told Bracad 'Damnit! They were at least quiet for a while' Bracad told you 'Quiet. That is good...' You told Bracad 'But it is not quiet....' You told Bracad 'I'll find a scalpel myself!' Bracad told you 'Well, perhaps you did not hear us?' Bracad told you 'We offered to do it, but offered a word of caution.' Bracad tells you 'wEh ahhreh nOo sSsurGeoOonnn.' Bracad tells you 'thaough WEh ahhreh quitEh preCisse with our aaim.' You tell Bracad 'Hard to tell if your talking or the whispers. You'll slice them off?' Bracad tells you 'Dao thheh whHIZszpers ofFer tao zjuT oofFf yaouR EAhRsSz?' You tell Bracad 'They did!' Bracad tells you 'hmMmmmmm.....' A small, nearly invisible, creature on Uricharis' shoulder whispers 'So, a little slice here?' into her ear. AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! You tell Bracad 'I was just going to get mab's blade. I heard it was nice and sharp' Bracad tells you 'szsHAhRp..... yeZSs.' Bracad tells you 'ahhlThoOouhHghh aimMInNngh Aht OonesSz Hhehaad mmahhY bE quhHIite tHhE sjhahllEhnge.' Bracad tells you 'YOu caouLd easSzIiLy TaKe mmore Thaan yaour earsSs..' You tell Bracad 'Oh yes, a surgeon's knife!' You rest on a large marble fountain. Bracad tells you 'hrMmMphH. szseemsSz the GoOolden drahgonNn iZSs NnO loonNnger ahhpaort Of thhe kuueZSst.' Uricharis sits calmly, almost serenely calm and places the torch on the ground. A small, nearly invisible, creature on Uricharis' shoulder whispers 'This will be entertaining' into her ear. You tell Bracad 'Hrmm? What dragon? Are we after dragons now? I thought we were lopping off ears?' Bracad tells you 'we aaREh..' Bracad tells you 'apPAREhnTly..' Bracad tells you 'whehREh ZSshawll we mEEt youhH?' Uricharis continues to turn the tip of the surgeon's knife over the torch, making it red hot. You tell Bracad 'I'm just sitting here heating up this surgeon's knife' Bracad tells you 'Where?' You tell Bracad 'Right where I was, silly. I came back to Maelbrim' Bracad nods. Bracad looks at you. Bracad nods. Bracad says 'It is well to see you.' The red hot tip of the surgeon's knife begins to glow as Uricharis continues to turn it over and over. Bracad says 'Please. Let us help you.' Uricharis looks up at Bracad. 'I can't keep heating this forever' Bracad nods. Uricharis stands up and stamps out the torch over which she was heating the surgeon's knife. You stand up. You stop using a surgeon's knife. Uricharis flips her wrist and extends her hand towards you, holding the HOT end of the knife. Bracad stares at you, the shapes in its eyes coalecsing into dagger like shapes. Smoke is rising from Uricharis' fingers as she says 'Gonna take it or let me burn? Bracad reaches out and takes the knife. You give a surgeon's knife to Bracad. Bracad wears a necklace with a lion charm around its neck. Bracad's eyes harden as bloodlust overtakes it. Uricharis pulls back her hair to show her ear clearly. 'We can start here! Bracad slowly examine's the knife, taking its time to examine the blade. Bracad nods. A small, nearly invisible, creature on Uricharis' shoulder whispers 'This will be really entertaining' into her ear. Uricharis grimaces and says 'Hurry! Before it starts yapping again! Producing a small unassuming bucket, Bracad gestures to you to sit. 'Here. Uricharis quickly clamours over and plops down on the bucket. Uricharis tilts her head to the side and braces herself. Standing before you, the creature seems to slightly shrink in size and gets in your face. Bracad asks, 'Your ears. What do you want done with them, after? 'I don't care' Uricharis exclaims 'Just get rid of them Bracad nods. Bracad says 'Very well.' Uricharis starts tapping her foot, obviously impatient. With a mechanical precision, Bracad grabs the top of your head aligning it straight. He aligns on your left ear and makes a deft slice. Catching the ear, Bracad tucks it away and places its hand on your head, against aligning it. Wincing in pain, Uricharis squirms and holds her head up straight in your grasp. Blood burbles out of the wound left from where Uricharis' ear was sliced clean off. You swear you hear 'We were right! That was entertaining!' come from the burbles. Bracad says 'If you are not able to hear after this.... Watch our hands.' Uricharis grumbles and then screams. 'Quick! Quick, the other one too! Nodding at you, Bracad ensures alignment, slicing again, the searing blade separates flesh with deft percision. Bracad standing back, both ears in hand. Bracad tucks them away beneath its frame. Blood now streaming down both sides of her head, Uricharis cries tears, but has a serene almost insane smile upon her face. Bracad nods. Bracad says/mouths 'The deed is done. Uricharis leans for a moment on the fountain, steadying herself. 'It's clear' she breathes. Uricharis looks up to you with a weak smile. Bracad says in a volume barely above a whisper, 'And... your hearing? Bracad looks at you, a strange... desparation? in its eyes. Uricharis squints at you, looking specifically at your lips. 'Hearing?' she questions. Bracad nods. Bracad says slowly, mouthing each word, 'Hearing, yes. You understand? A little wriggly maggot appears in the bloody wound on the right side of Uricharis' head. 'That was really entertaining. We'll have to repay you for that Uricharis blissfully smiles as if she hears nothing at all. Tilting its head to the side, observing the maggot, Bracads' focus seems lost. Bracad says 'Theres...' Uricharis squints at your lips again, trying to understand what your saying. You say 'Can you hear me?' You say 'It is really hard to read your lips. I can't even tell if they're lips or not' Taking notice of your question, Bracad repositions itself to look at you. 'Yes. Bracad nods its head. A little wriggly maggot appears in the bloody wound on the right side of Uricharis' head. 'The deaf trying to talk. This is priceless!' Blood begins to leak down across Uricharis' sashes. 'I'm going to have to clean up Uricharis looks down at herself, smiling wistfully almost oblivious to the pain. With a strange delicate, but precise movement, Bracad plucks the Maggot from your head and produces it before you. Bracad says 'Here' Bracad says 'Maybe this is the... voice?' Uricharis looks at you carefully, looking at what you're presenting, but not -seeing- it. The wiggling maggot says 'You know, she's not going to see us, right?' it says as it then chuckles at Uricharis. A frown shown on Bracads face. Bracad looks at the maggot. 'Hrmm. Are you... of the Nexian thing? Uricharis climbs off of the bucket and walks a few steps closer to you squinting her eyes at your hand and then looking at you strangely. The little maggot you plucked from Uricharis says 'Nexian? Please, don't insult us' Uricharis looks at you strangely as if you are talking to yourself. Uricharis tries to says 'Are you O.K.? Taking a moment, Bracad reflects on the situation. Glancing at you a flash of concern. Then back at the maggot, 'We mean no insult. *Just now understanding you chopped off a girl's ears, in public, right in front of the marshall in the forum?* Bracad nods at you in agreement. The wriggly little maggot suddenly pops out from your grasp in a puff a smoke and reappears resting on Uricharis' shoulder. The wiggly maggot says 'You've done your part. Now, shoo!' then begins crawling back towards Uricharis' head. Bracad nodding at Uricharis, 'Where do you come from. What... is your purpose here? The wiggly maggot stops for a moment and then turns to you saying 'Wouldn't you like to know?' then continues on its path back to Uricharis' blood earstump. Seating itself back inside Uricharis' ear, the wiggly maggot whispers 'I'm sure you'll find out' Bracad says 'We aided you. Yet you see no reason to give us this?' A little wriggly maggot appears in the bloody wound on the right side of Uricharis' head. 'Aided us? Please, you just entertained us' Uricharis' smile hasn't faded at all during this entire conversation. Bracad motions towards your ears. A finger gesture, moving along the ground in a worm-crawling fashion. Bracad stands upright. Gesturing a slice across its neck. Uricharis scrunches up her face, but maintains her smile and mouths the words -worm- before she asks 'A worm? Bracad nods at you in agreement. Bracad again gestures at your ear. Uricharis looks at you strangely for a moment. 'Are you alright?' she asks as she stands here bleeding from both earstumps with blood running down her sashes. Bracad sighs. Bracad nods. A little wriggly maggot appears in the bloody wound on the right side of Uricharis' head. 'You really think she's going to listen? That's hilarious' Bracad fishes around in its packs, producing a large amount of sterlized cloth. Uricharis looks at you oddly, perhaps she is woozy from the bloodloss. Picking up some of the cloth, Bracad looks at you, with a half outstreched hand filled with cloth. It asks, 'May We Help? Looking at your strangely, Uricharis asks 'Help? Why would I need help?' as she backs away from you slightly. A little wriggly maggot appears in the bloody wound on the right side of Uricharis' head. 'This is priceless! Priceless I tell you!' Extending one of its fingers down to the blood dripping from you, a drop formed on the tip, Bracad presents it to you. 'Help. You hear an odd munching sound coming from Uricharis. It sounds squishy and moist, almost as if something is eating something. Bracad gestures dabbing the cloth at its own ears. Uricharis looks down at the blood on the cloth and then wideyed stares back at you. 'What are you trying to do to me! Get away' she screams as she leaps over to the other side of the fountain. Uricharis shouts 'I'll' then stammers 'I'll call the guard you brute! Bracad stands, holding its hands up. 'We mean no harm. Bracad shakes its head. Uricharis glares at the Marshall with pinpoint eyes and says 'You see he's trying to hurt me, don't you! Look at him! Bracad says 'Friend... friend.' Uricharis cowers on the other side of the fountain, maintaining her distance from you. Bracad stops using a surgeon's knife. Bracad wields the Stormbringer. Uricharis now even backs away from the fountain further as you wield a large mace. Bracad looks down at the ground before you. Uricharis screams at the Marshall 'What good are you! You see he's menacing! A little wriggly maggot appears in the bloody wound on the right side of Uricharis' head. 'Just priceless! I'll have food for days!' Looking up at you,Bracad draws an ear forth from its chest plate. It whispers into it. 'Hear us you. Your enemies are not what you think. Bracad tucks the ear back into its place. Uricharis feels a drop of blood on her arm and looks down to see blood on her bracelets 'My god, what did you do to me!' almost oblivious to your explanation Bracad turns and stalks off. Bracad flies west. Uricharis points to the west and screams 'You're just going to let him get away!? Screaming again, Uricharis exclaims 'Useless. Every last one of you!