<578hp 430m 322mv city aggressive no opponent > l q
A face chiseled from brimstone rests in the shadowy
depths of his ebsidian-lined hood. His thick skin
pulsates a crimson glow from the several volcanic
cracks that adorn his skin like a spidery affect.
Onyx, blunt digits escape his sleeves to reveal a
pair of giant mitts. His boulder-like portrait is
kept underneath a mass of dark clerical robes.
He has done a fair amount of traveling.
Qelthurak is in excellent condition.
Qelthurak is using:
You peek at the inventory:
a large silver-tipped lance
(Glowing) a warded flail
(Humming) a balance beam
a Big Ol'Pack Sack
<578hp 430m 322mv city aggressive no opponent > bs q
Qelthurak yells 'Help! Tikuratis backstabbed me!'
Your backstab === OBLITERATES === Qelthurak!
Your second backstab *** DEMOLISHES *** Qelthurak!
Qelthurak has some big nasty wounds and scratches.
<578hp 430m 322mv city aggressive superior > trip
You dodge Qelthurak's thwack.
Your freezing bite MASSACRES Qelthurak!
Your freezing bite DISMEMBERS Qelthurak!
Qelthurak is in awful condition.
<578hp 430m 322mv city aggressive superior >
You manage to dodge Qelthurak's thwack with a lot of effort.
Your weapon advantage overcomes Qelthurak's parry attempt.
Your freezing bite DISMEMBERS Qelthurak!
Qelthurak is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
Your freezing bite MASSACRES Qelthurak!
Qelthurak is DEAD!!
Qelthurak's leg is dismembered from his dead body.
[cabal] an occultist: Worvaz has entered the Lacrosse temple or whatever its called...