Implementor Anume Posted June 24, 2020 Implementor Report Share Posted June 24, 2020 Posted for Ragnomar. Odd red clouds accumulate over Val Miran. ValMiran is [TRIBUNAL] controlled. Players near you: <PK> Ragnomar The Upper Platform [50 H-Orc Cle] <PK> [SAVANT] (Hourglass [E]) Ragnomar Wolfmaw the Re-Minder, Creator of Zombie Monsters [ Gnome ] <PK> Riija the Scourge of the Battlefield [ Zomb ] <PK> Dorvan the Imperator of the Ossein Players matched: 3 There are 3 characters on, the most on since startup was 20. The title of Master Questor of Aabahran is currently held by Ragnomar. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. (Charmed) (Dark Aura) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. A beautiful succubus is almost completely wrapped up in heavy chains here. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Ragnomar points towards his Zombie to stand next to the collection of Demons. ValMiran is [TRIBUNAL] controlled. Players near you: <PK> Ragnomar The Upper Platform <PK> Dorvan The Central Square of Val Miran You tell Dorvan 'Come bear witness..' Dorvan flies in. A flesh golem flies in. A zombie flies in. A stone golem flies in. A skeleton flies in. A ghoul flies in. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Translucent) Dorvan is here, sitting astride a terrible nightmare. (Charmed) (Dark Aura) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. A beautiful succubus is almost completely wrapped up in heavy chains here. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Dorvan limps in. You nod at Dorvan. The day has begun. The cheerful notes of the temple of light bell announce sunrise. Dorvan looks about, noticing you. Dorvan moans. 'Uggghh...uhhhhhh..... A zombie says 'Ughmm....?' Ragnomar examines Dorvans form and his limp. Dorvan looks at you. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stares for a moment at Dorvan and responds, 'Ughhhhhh...hhhh?' A zombie says 'Ughh...uhhhh..rargggh..' Skribus rides in. A steam golem slave walks in. A stone golem walks in. The red clouds over Val Miran start to swirl in an odd pattern. Dorvan utters. ' wut...al..tar...? Ragnomar extends his hands out as the Pentagram upon the floor begins to pulsate a little faster. ValMiran is [TRIBUNAL] controlled. Players near you: Skribus The Upper Platform <PK> Ragnomar The Upper Platform <PK> Riija Queen Isabeau Avenue <PK> Dorvan The Upper Platform [ Human ] Skribus Vindikar the Knight of Legion [ Drow ] <PK> Ulthas Dork the Doomblade [50 H-Orc Cle] <PK> [SAVANT] (Hourglass [E]) Ragnomar Wolfmaw the Re-Minder, Creator of Zombie Monsters [ Gnome ] <PK> Riija the Scourge of the Battlefield [ Zomb ] <PK> Dorvan the Imperator of the Ossein Players matched: 5 There are 5 characters on, the most on since startup was 20. The title of Master Questor of Aabahran is currently held by Ragnomar. Glancing about, Skribus runs a hand through his immaculately styled hair. Each lock falls perfectly back in place as his fingers pass. Ragnomar nods at Skribus, 'You come have to bear witness... welcome.' Skribus says 'You could say that.' [ Human ] [Male] Skribus Vindikar the Knight of Legion Players matched: 1 Dorvan tilts his head in question. Ringing with holy fervor the temple of light bell announces high noon. Lips curling in a slight smirk, Skribus shrugs. 'Or at least to make sure someone gets the story write. Get it? Write? Right?' You say 'For today.... the mighty Tower of Savant will leave this... holy city.. and find it's new home.' Ragnomar peers down at the digusting city of Val Miran... A zombie chuckles politely. Dorvan utters. ' oughhhh... 'New home? Not its old home, back in that garbage heap? Or its ancestral home south of that other garbage heap?' Skribus arches an eyebrow. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation peers at the other zombie and continues to groan, 'Arhhhhhhhhgg?' Dorvan scratches his head. 'Wheree....goo..? Ragnomar focuses for a moment to keep his composure, 'No. more... trash talk.' You peer intently at Skribus. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here, sitting astride a white stallion. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Translucent) Dorvan is here, sitting astride a terrible nightmare. (Charmed) (Dark Aura) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. A beautiful succubus is almost completely wrapped up in heavy chains here. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Ragnomar peers up into the sky, 'You will bear witness once I begin the ritual.' 'Trash talk,' Skribus snorts. 'I see what you did there. I like you, you seem alright.' A zombie shrugs helplessly. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation tilts his head towards the other zombie, he appears interested. Dorvan peers from left to right. 'Rit...u...al... You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Dorvan. A zombie smiles happily. Dorvan looks at A zombie. Dorvan looks at A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation. Staring blankly, Skribus turns his attention to Dorvan. 'Did she take your brain out when she...' He gestures toward the lead zombie's pale, dessicated body. Dorvan shakes his head. Ragnomar starts his prepartion collecting a few items from inside the Tower and returns after speaking briefly with a Goblin at the gates. Shrugging, Skribus snickers softly. He cups one hand his lips and whispers to you, 'Could have fooled me.' Wielding the powers of Time, you reverse its flow about yourself! Ragnomar stands beside the Altar and takes his position. Dorvan and friends gaze forward, a glazed look upon there expressions. Ragnomar peers around at the gathering audience, 'Do stand clear, I would not want one of you to... become collateral. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here, sitting astride a white stallion. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. Dorvan is here, sitting astride a terrible nightmare. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. A beautiful succubus is almost completely wrapped up in heavy chains here. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Ragnomar points his blackened finger at the Praetorian Guard holding the Demon still. Dorvan and the herd of Zombies slowly shuffle backward. 'Ughhhh.... The Praetorians shuffle their feet, clearly uncomfortable. Stretching his muscular arms into the air, and in doing so amplifying the definition of his well-defined chest, Skribus nods and takes a step back. He folds his arms across his chest, watching. The night is about to end. Ragnomar says with a commanding voice, 'Minion, seize the Demon and bring him to me. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation starts focusing on the Praetorian guard and starts marching towards him. The Praetorians hand over the demon who struggles against his bonds. Sure to stand behind his largest Zombie friend, Dorvan watches from behind his shoulder. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands infront of the Praetorian guard and takes control of the Demon firmly, he drags him towards Ragnomar and the Altar. Dorvan looks at a stunningly beautiful man. Dorvan looks at a beautiful succubus. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here, sitting astride a white stallion. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. Dorvan is here, sitting astride a terrible nightmare. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. A beautiful succubus is almost completely wrapped up in heavy chains here. An incubus is chained to the platform here. ValMiran is [TRIBUNAL] controlled. Players near you: Skribus The Upper Platform <PK> Ragnomar The Upper Platform <PK> Riija The Chamber of Alchemy <PK> Dorvan The Upper Platform [ Naga ] <PK> [WARMASTER] Vraka the Doomblade [ Human ] Skribus Vindikar the Knight of Legion [50 H-Orc Cle] <PK> [SAVANT] (Hourglass [E]) Ragnomar Wolfmaw the Re-Minder, Creator of Zombie Monsters [ Gnome ] <PK> Riija the Scourge of the Battlefield [ Zomb ] <PK> Dorvan the Imperator of the Ossein Players matched: 5 There are 5 characters on, the most on since startup was 20. The title of Master Questor of Aabahran is currently held by Ragnomar. You tell Vraka 'Savage! you best stay out of my way, I have work to complete!' A zombie points excitedly at a beautiful succubus! Vraka tells you 'Come now. I'm no savage. What work do you speak of?' Skribus snorts derisively. A zombie says 'Uhrghh?' You say 'The Succubus first...' A zombie smiles happily. The succubus starts pleading, whispering dark promises of lust and pleasure. Dorvan utters the words, 'summon'. A lost goblin arrives suddenly. Dorvan tears the corpse of a lost goblin to pieces, feeding hungrily! You say 'Your whispers will do nothing here...' A shadow's commanding presence stops all violence in the immediate vicinity. Ragnomar points towards the Altar as if instructing his minion to move towards it. 'This should be amusing, at least. I wonder if a Warmaster's drool will interrupt the ritual or serve as an augmenting reagent,' Skribus looks on with growing intrigue. Dorvan tilts his head in question. Dorvan says 'In...ter...rupt...' Ragnomar smirks at the comment, "Not this today, this day they will bear witness to the might of Savant!... let us continue." The succubus is roughly ushered towards the altar and fastened in place. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation places the Succubus upon the Altar and pins her down. ValMiran is [TRIBUNAL] controlled. Players near you: <PK> Vraka The Plains of Zrgdl'ght Skribus The Upper Platform <PK> Ragnomar The Upper Platform <PK> Riija The Central Square of Val Miran <PK> Dorvan The Upper Platform Vraka rides in. Ragnomar nods at his minion to execute his task. Riija walks in. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation grabs the Succubus around his neck and begins to squeeze! The succubus squirms and flails at the zombie. Dorvan looks at Vraka. Riija stumbles in and sits down lazily. Riija sits down. Dorvan utters. ' no...fight...Zom...bieszz.. Vraka says 'I'm here to watch, for now.' A glimmer of glee enters Ragnomar's eyes as the Succubus is in anguish. Sneering at the new arrival, Skribus' eyes glitter an icy blue. 'And here I'd hoped for a rousing speech.' Slowly, the succubus slows down its struggling... her arms falling to her side as she starts to lose consciousness. Riija stands up. You drink water from a barrel of milk. Ragnomar takes a small drink before continuing. Dorvan holds a finger up to his lip. 'Szzhhh...szhh... You say 'Do it now!' Dorvan looks at Riija. The zombie drools on the succubus. Riija goes to sleep. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation squeezes harder causing the Succubus's head to dismember from the body. The head falls down with a soft PLOP. <1168/1168hp 988/1005m 559/559mv> M 20 8476cps The blood! It spatters everywhere. On everyone, drenching you and the ground. Riija wakes and stands up. Unable to contain himself, Skribus barks a short, mirthful guffaw as the blood splatters everywhere. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation places the dismembered corpse upon the altar face as it's bloody vellum oozes into the cracks. The eyes of the warmonger demon get round and he starts to struggle with more power. Riija looks around with heavy eyelides. Slowly, the feet of the praetorian guards start to slide over the now slippery floor. Ragnomar extends his arms out as a swirling energy begins to form above him! Dorvan and friends begin scattering, slurping up the blood all around. 'Nonm....nomm.....nommm.... A lazy spiral appears over Val Miran, not yet a portal, but a clear abnormality. The Pentagram begins to pulsate even faster as Ragnomars focus begins to sharpen. Vraka whispers, 'Disgusting.' to himself. Vraka tightens his grip around 'Heartsbane' the Spear of War. Ragnomar peers down towards his Minion, 'Yes... more fuel... more fuel!' The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. Riija is here. (Translucent) Vraka is here, sitting astride a white stallion. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here, sitting astride a white stallion. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Translucent) Dorvan is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. (Golden Aura) A regiment of the Praetorian Guard is here, guarding the captured demons. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. An incubus is chained to the platform here. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation turns his gaze towards the Praetorian guards holding the other Demons and starts his march. One of the praetorians finally loses his footing and with a fading AAAHHHHHhhhhhhh falls down towards Val Miran. Dorvan looks up at Vraka innocently, then continues about his snacking. The warmonger is almost free now. You say 'Well crowd, you have come to witness, which of the Demons will go next!' Gracefully shrugging out of his silken shirt, Skribus tucks the garment into his waistband at the small of his back. He stretches exuberantly, blood dripping onto the rippling muscles of his now-shirtless torso. It starts to rain. Ragnomar peers at the warmonger for a moment and soon realizes one of the Praetorian's is missing... You say 'Minion, seize the Warmonger now!' The remaining praetorians double their efforts to control the panicking demon. 'Ooh, that one!' Skribus shouts with glee, pointing excitedly at the Praetorian Guardsman. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation starts to run towards the Warmonger and grabs hold of him. Vraka looks at a fierce horned demon. Riija looks at a fierce horned demon. After his snack, Dorvan's movements become sluggish as he continues gazing upon the ritual. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation takes the Warmonger with a large bear hug and strips him from the ground as it kicks and yells! Wielding the powers of Time, you reverse its flow about yourself! One hand finally freed, the warmonger punches the zombie right in the face, his powerful punch going through the zombies skull. Riija looks at a stunningly beautiful man. The zombie does not seem to notice. A zombie frowns. Ragnomar commands once more, 'March him to the Altar, time is of the essence!' A zombie says 'Arghhhh....gwrragghh!' Riija looks at A zombie. The praetorians whisper amongst themselves about their orders, then decide to help the effort though they clearly dislike it. A zombie points excitedly at a fierce horned demon! With the combined power of the zombie and the praetorians the warmonger is tied down to the altar. Ragnomar bears his lower fangs with a grin of delight. A zombie smiles happily. The leader of the praetorians nods, then spits on the ground and marches off, taking his men with him. A zombie beams broadly at nothing in particular. Ragnomar gives the nod towards his minion, 'A punch for a punch I would say....' and continues his focus on the swirling energies overhead. A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation brings back his fist and lines it up with the Warmongers face. Ragnomar voices his command, 'Do it...' The zombie drools a bit then notices it got a command. It stares at the head of the warmonger a moment, then at its hand, then right at you. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. A mirror image stands here. Riija is here. (Translucent) Vraka is here, sitting astride a white stallion. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Translucent) Dorvan is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. A huge warmonger demon is bound by four gigantic chains pulled into opposing directions. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Then it moves rather swiftly and punches right through the warmongers' head. Riija idly chews on a long stem of wheat. You get a second shower, this time blood and brain matters. Just lovely. You say 'Violent as always, well done.... make sure that blood is spread....' Vraka rides down. Rocking back on his heels, Skribus breathes a contented sigh as the gory shrapnel coats his body. Rivulets of blood stream down his face, dripping onto his chest as he grins wildly. Ragnomar keeps his arms out stretched as he focuses his energy and undivided attention towards the vortex in the sky. Excitedly, Dorvan and friends scatter to there snacks of blood and brainszz... The swirling vortex over Val Miran increases its speed and with an abysmal BOOOOOOOOMM a portal opens right overhead, strands of power trailing down towards the tower. A stunningly beautiful man swallows and starts to wiggle off... With the fresh splatter of vellum, the Pentagram below Ragnomar continues to pulsate even quicker... The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. A mirror image stands here. (Invisible) Riija is here. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Translucent) Dorvan is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Ragnomar peers around looking for the absent Praetorian guards and yells, 'Praetorian, Do not let it escape!' But the Praetorians are already gone. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. A mirror image stands here. (Invisible) Riija is here. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Translucent) Dorvan is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. An incubus is chained to the platform here. Ragnomar peers down and takes in the situation and considers his options. Snorting, Skribus moves with great speed to stand between the chains and the incubus. You say 'Dorvan! there is... brains if you stop it! we cannot let it escape!' 'Where do you think you're going,' Skribus grins, blood still dripping from his face. The pulsating of the portal over Val Miran starts to sync and match the pulsating of the pentagram of the Chron Master. Masculine, yet at the same time stunningly beautiful, a young man is here, gifting any passing woman with a wink or a smile. He's dressed in tight fitting black leather, which leaves very little to the imagination. A pair of silken grey wings are folded at his back. Two tiny horns peak through his luxurious hair. A stunningly beautiful man is in excellent condition. Ragnomar commands his zombie Minion to grab the last sacrifice from Skribus. Slowly, the incubus is dragged towards the altar. A stunningly beautiful man says 'I'll be back. You'll pay for this.. ' Ragnomar grins at the saying, 'You are paying for my ritual now....' Ragnomar nods at his minion to complete the task. Chuckling softly, Skribus tosses his head, flecks of blood and brain flying into the air as his hair flicks upward before settling back into place. 'Idle threats. How droll.' The last demon is dragged towards the altar and bound firmly in place. You say 'You may feast on this one....' Suddenly, a wave ripples through the pentagram, repelling the minions and forcing them outside its boundaries. You hear a dark chuckle. An obsidian sacrificial dagger appears right over the altar, floating in a lazy circle. Dorvan peers around himself intently. Dorvan gazes at you, vacantly. Anume says 'Some things, require personal dedication.' Riija hands his head low and walks away. Ragnomar takes his place upon the altar and peers at the awaiting dagger... Riija walks down. Dropping to one knee, Skribus continues to look onward with both amusement and reverence. The incubus peers at everyone with pure hatred, as if committing them to memory. Ragnomar snatches the dagger the air infront of him, time freezes for a moment as he holds it above the Incubus. PULSE. A wave ripples through the power, rebounding off the pentagram and shooting up to the portal. With a pulse of temporal energy, Ragnomar accelerates time a few seconds as he drives the Obsidian dagger into the heart of the Incubus! A tfulza looks at the portal with interest and starts crawling up the tower to reach it. The incubus screams! Ragnomar peers up at the tfulza, 'Trespasser!' Blood spattering from the wound and his mouth, it takes a moment to die. Vraka walks in. Ragnomar extends his hands and a ray of dark energy is thrown towards the Tfulza! The tfulza has reached the roof of the tower now, trying to get into the portal. Crsssspppp. A nicely done tfulza falls off the tower. Wielding the powers of Time, you reverse its flow about yourself! It actually smells ... delicious. Grinning at the crispy corpse, Skribus nods to Dorvan. 'Dinner time.' Ragnomar peers at the portal to assume it is stable for travel. Dorvan looks on hungrily. Ragnomar gives a commanding order to the Goblins within the Tower! Blood fills the lines of the pentagram, the red swirling, turning to black slowly. The portal over Val Miran opens as the pentagram releases its power! You yell 'Goblins! release the anchors, release the chains!' Looking longingly at the blood floating through the air, Skribus inhales deeply. Ragnomar peers up into the sizzling image above him. Goblins hurry everywhere falling over each other and over you but still getting things done rather fast. The Savant Tower starts to float towards the portal, it's anchor chains releasing it from the ground. Ragnomar contines to keep his arms spread to focus on channeling the portals energy. With a whoooosh it is sucked inside the portal! Time stands still for a moment as you see... things that are hard to describe. Dorvan continues his vacant gaze. Ragnomar peers around slowly and takes in the spectacle. Watching with interest, Skribus stares intently at the scene unfolding overhead. Ragnomar peers around himself, 'For those you have not traveled between space and time before, I sincerely hope you did not have a big meal prior....' Vraka frowns. Things turn a bit weird. Dorvan looks guilty. A zombie smirks. The hundreds of zombies surrounding you nod slowly as they disintegrate only to put themselves back together. Licking a few flecks of blood off his lips, Skribus grins. 'Oh, I've not eaten. Famished, actually.' [ Human ] [Male] Skribus Vindikar the Knight of Legion Players matched: 1 The pink sun slowly sets in the water underneath you. A herd of tfulza grazes on your skin. Skribus turns into a blue apple. Ragnomar grins at the sight as he gauges the expressions in the room. Vraka says 'What is this magic!' You say 'Consider this an awakening....' You peer intently at Vraka. Vraka seems astonished, looking on. A zombie points excitedly! A zombie says 'Uhghhhh.....rrarrgghh...' A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands next to the other zombie... The zombies stand one piled on the other, wearing red clown noses. Dorvan looks about, confused. Vrakas' weapons turn into small rubber ducks. Players near you: <PK> Vraka Inside the Portal Skribus Inside the Portal <PK> Ragnomar Inside the Portal <PK> Dorvan Inside the Portal Inside the Portal All around you things happen that your mind does not manage to grasp. [Exits: none] (Glowing) (Humming) A Summoning Altar in the middle of a Pentagram is here. (Translucent) Vraka is here. A weird looking animal is here. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. Skribus is here. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. Dorvan is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. Ragnomar grows three different beards, one between his eyes. Vraka double grips his ducks. 'Squaaaak!' Vraka frowns. Ragnomar strokes all three beards with three arms. Grinning at the spectacle, Skribus bares his teeth at the sight of all the oddities. All the while infinity rushes by. Vraka yells 'Ragnomar! What have you done!' Inside you, another portal pops open. Or is it below you? An echo of deep laughter begins to resonate through the void as Ragnomar cackles with glee. Vraka seems to be taking great care to look everywhere at once. You hear the pentagram sorcerer scream like a girl as the Tower heads right towards him at abysmal speed. You get a very close look at the pentagram sorcerer. Apparently his pentagram and this one somehow interfered. Ragnomar graps hold of the nearest fixed object to brace himself. With insane speed, the Savant Tower heads right at the Pentagram's summoning altar! At the very last moment the screaming pentagram sorcerer throws up his hands and the tower is thrown back inside the portal. Ragnomar's eyes widden with fear for a moment. A zombie says 'Ohhhhh.' 'Oooh, are we hurtling toward impending calamity?' Skribus smiles faintly. Vraka coils himself into a tightly knit ball. Ragnomar peers around himself and tries to focus his energies to somewhat... control the speed. You are thrown sidewards. Or is it upwards. You say 'A minor hiccup!, I have this.....' Suddenly the portal opens and you.. fall out. Ragnomar peers around himself quickly to gain his bearings. Temple of Sreyb is [WARMASTER] controlled. Players near you: <PK> Vraka The Upper Platform Skribus The Upper Platform <PK> Ragnomar The Upper Platform <PK> Dorvan The Upper Platform Goblins rush all over the place trying to get in control of the tower before it splatters against the nearby mountain range. Vraka slams into a nearby wall. Ragnomar throws his hands up, 'Success!..... Ragnomar orders the Goblins, 'Anchors, anchors!!! A large vortex of temporal energies forms over you! With a POP the Savant Tower appears over the mountainrange north of Miruvhor! Peering about over the edge of the platform, Skribus chuckles. 'A monastery. How quaint.' More rushing goblins, throwing down the anchor chains. Xekhir tells you 'Ah, I just missed the details' Vraka coils himself, tending to his crash wound. Ragnomar runs from each side of the platform to get a view of where the Tower is moving, 'An Anchor this side!' Slowly, the tower settles hovering over a beautiful valley to the north of Miruvhor, its anchor chains going down to the ground. Ragnomar stops for a moment to take a breath... Goblins rush to and fro a few falling over the side. Not that anyone would care, really, including the other goblins. Ragnomar peers at the goblins tumbling to their death... You say 'A worthy sacrifice, they will be remembered.' Finally the anchor chain seems to be in place. Ragnomar appears drained from the energy expended however a sense of relief can be seen on his face. Xekhir flies in. Vraka says 'Such power you have, Ragnomar. Well done.' Xekhir sits down and rests. Dorvan looks at Xekhir. Ragnomar slumps a moment as he peers over the mountain range in bliss. A set of sharpened teeth appears beneath Xekhir's cowl in the form of a smile. Grinning as he runs his finger down his face, trailing a few dribbles of blood along the slender digit, Skribus nods in satisfaction. He pops the finger into his mouth, absent-mindedly sucking off the blood as he watches. Xekhir stands up. A wall of spinning bone surrounds Xekhir You feel a divine presence guide you to new found experiences! You earn 20 rp points! Ragnomar grabs hold of the nearest hard object to assist him to stand. Kadrel rides in. Xekhir says 'Quite a bit of a display of power.' Vraka offers a hand to Ragnomar in assistance. Ragnomar stands on his own and addresses the crowd, 'You have bear witness to our Power.... I hope now that Vraka has seen what is actually achievable and will embrace it...' The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] (Golden Aura) (Translucent) (White Aura) Kadrel is here, sitting astride a warhorse. Xekhir is resting here. (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) An evil phantom floats ominously, feeding on the dead. (Charmed) A dirty, old skeleton stands here with its master. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. (Charmed) A zombie, covered in rotted skin, stands here with its master. Dorvan is here. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. Skribus is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. (Translucent) Vraka is here. Dorvan peers intently at Vraka. 'Aww,' Skribus chuckles, watching the tender moment as the Naga offers his hand. Over the new location of the Tower, the Portal collapses in on itself, sending a wave of POWER downwards. Vraka says 'There is no love between us. I however give respect to one of such perfection.' A moment's notice, Xekhir quickly watches the power as it approaches. You feel the Time Elementals grow in power as they consume the dissipating Portal. 'Perfection,' Skribus muses softly. 'Perhaps on the way to it, indeed. Now wouldn't that be a thing to witness.' The power is absorbed completely by the time elementals. Xekhir says 'Quite a temptation, I must admit' Dorvan has left the lands. A zombie spills some items on the ground. A zombie slowly disappears. A stone golem spills some items on the ground. A stone golem slowly disappears. A skeleton spills some items on the ground. A skeleton slowly disappears. A ghoul spills some items on the ground. A ghoul slowly disappears. A flesh golem spills some items on the ground. A flesh golem slowly disappears. The Upper Platform You pass through the tower's barrier unharmed and find yourself standing upon a large platform. The platform itself creaks and pops as the tower lazily drifts at the end of its tether. Beneath you the chains descend to the ground far below. The powerful thrumming sound is absent here, as you are shielded by the tower's mass, and the odd glowing barrier. The platform is made of random sheets of metal. The Goblins have left crates and assorted tools scattered about. Above your head giant balloons are visible held fast to the tower by what must be hundreds of ropes and chains. Some are even tied off directly to the platform itself. Tiny figures can be seen climbing all over the tower's exterior. Goblins hard at work making sure everything is secure. An almost perfectly aligned five-pointed star is burned into the floor, it pulsates an icy blue glow and a crackling energy field can be seen sizzling above your head. In the middle of the Pentagram is a summoning altar made of jet-black obsidian. [Exits: east south down] ( 5) A heartseed has been dicarded here. (Golden Aura) (White Aura) Kadrel is here, sitting astride a warhorse. Xekhir is resting here. (Charmed) A steam golem slave stands here, joints noisily twirling. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. Skribus is here. (Charmed) A zombie of Traven, the Chieftain of Desolation stands here serving his master. Vraka is here. Xekhir gets a heartseed. Xekhir gets a heartseed. Xekhir gets a heartseed. Vraka smirks. Xekhir puts a heartseed in a portable hole. Xekhir puts a heartseed in a portable hole. You say 'A scavenger it seems.' Kadrel says 'Feedin ohf tha souls o' tha dead.' Kadrel spits three times, then spins in a circle. Ragnomar stands as he rights his robes and gains his composure once more. Xekhir hovers slightly, a grin etched beneath its cowl. Xekhir stands up. Grimacing faintly at the feeble effort at coherent speech, Skribus snorts and says to nobody in particular, 'And then there is imperfection of the highest order.' His eyes come to rest on Kadrel, and he smirks. 'There are many things that hold power' Xekhir says. 'Why withhold from one or another. Ragnomar peers towards the Tower gates for a moment. Kadrel says 'Correct me ifin ahm wrong now eh.' Skribus says 'You're wrong. Done.' Kadrel says 'But if ahm imperfection, wuts at make you?' You say 'I am glad you have bear witness to the might of Savant...' Vraka slithers to Ragnomar, 'You've done well. I am impressed.' Ragnomar scowls for a moment, 'But you are now trespassing.....' You say 'So leave now.' Vraka chuckles politely. Ragnomar turns around and retreats into his Tower slowly with his minion following suit. You have escaped from the Forsaken Lands. [TEMPORUM]: 'Chron Master Ragnomar has left the fray.' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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