Phuth 44 vs. Mordain 38

posted on 2008-08-03 23:32:37
* * * Had been looking for him for a while, and wanted his skin of an elven princess. Not my proudest moment,
but it's amusing to me none the less. * * *


- 663/663hp 811/867m 353mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - Players near you:
<PK> Phuth Second Floor of the Inn
<PK> Mordain East End of Common Room

- 663/663hp 811/867m 353mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - w
- 663/663hp 811/867m 353mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - Outside Common Room

[Exits: east south west]

- 663/663hp 811/867m 352mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - sca a
- 663/663hp 811/867m 352mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - You scan all around.
You scan east.
You scan south.
*** Range 1 (south) ***
(Charmed) A large wolf with razor sharp fangs dripping blood is here.
(Invis) Mordain is sleeping in a sleeping bag.
There is a tired adventurer resting here.
A youthful female cleric rests her tired feet here.
A tough looking warrior rests here after a long journey.
An old thief rests here, looking very sleepy.
A wise looking mage rests here with a drink in his hand.
You scan west.

- 663/663hp 811/867m 352mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - s
- 663/663hp 811/867m 352mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - East End of Common Room

[Exits: north west]
A large sleeping bag lies on the ground, rumpled as if it has been used.
(Charmed) A large wolf with razor sharp fangs dripping blood is here.
(Invis) Mordain is sleeping in a sleeping bag.
There is a tired adventurer resting here.
A youthful female cleric rests her tired feet here.
A tough looking warrior rests here after a long journey.
An old thief rests here, looking very sleepy.
A wise looking mage rests here with a drink in his hand.

- 663/663hp 811/867m 351mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - l mor
- 663/663hp 811/867m 351mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - Standing nearly six feet tall, his jaw is locked, and a deadly look grips you.
Large orbs, shaded a deep velvet are sucken into his oval head. Clean-cut, there
is not a single hair growing on his face. Black, well-groomed hair is fastened
into a ponytail. His ears are piereced many times over with a variety of stones
and metals. A deep scar is apparent from cheekbone to cheekbone, crossing over
his nose. Arms are tattooed from his shoulders to the tips of his fingers with
cryptic symbols and images, none of which remind you of anything in particular.
He has begun to do some traveling.
Mordain has some big nasty wounds and scratches.

Mordain is using:
(Glowing) a mortuary lamp
an opal ring
an opal ring
a skin of an elven princess
(Glowing) a flame red cape
a helm of the black-tear
(Glowing) (Humming) a diamond earring
a set of crimson-tinged armor
a pair of segmented steel armplates
a pair of spiked gauntlets
a pair of thick steel legplates
a pair of black-tear boots
a black knight's shield
a thick animal hide
a leather bandit belt
a bracer of dark thorns
(Humming) a titanium bracer
a Hell-Blade
a deep red stone

- 663/663hp 811/867m 351mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm -
A mage says 'Well I don't think I'm going to try killing the red dragon again for a while.'
A cleric says 'Really ... why's that? It never gave me any trouble.'
A mage says 'The damned thing nearly killed me, that's why.'
A warrior says 'Maybe next time you should take me along. Of course, I will want pay.'
A thief smirks sarcastically.

- 663/663hp 811/867m 351mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - 1
- 663/663hp 811/867m 351mv 17696tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn calm - Mordain yells 'Help! Phuth is hellstreaming me!'
You bow your head as you call forth the full power of the arcane.
The ground erupts as Mordain is caught in a searing beam of arcane light.
You fade into existence.
Your hellstream === OBLITERATES === Mordain!
Mordain is in awful condition.

- 663/663hp 766/867m 351mv 17696tnl - blade defensive - dawn aggressive -
You deflect a blood fanged wolf's bite aside in an ungraceful parry.
You have become better at parry!
You parry a blood fanged wolf's bite with an easy flourish.
Mordain fades into existence.
Mordain's slash mauls you.
Your stab MUTILATES Mordain!
Mordain is in awful condition.

- 640/663hp 773/867m 358mv 17694tnl - blade defensive - dawn aggressive -
You parry a blood fanged wolf's bite.
You parry a blood fanged wolf's bite with an easy flourish.
Mordain's slash mauls you.
Mordain's shield wobbles and barely deflects your stab.
Your stab devastates Mordain!
Mordain is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
Mordain is in awful condition.

- 618/663hp 773/867m 358mv 17694tnl - blade defensive - dawn aggressive - 1
- 618/663hp 773/867m 358mv 17694tnl - blade defensive - dawn aggressive - You bow your head as you call forth the full power of the arcane.
The ground erupts as Mordain is caught in a searing beam of arcane light.
Your hellstream MANGLES Mordain!
Mordain is hurled up and then slammed into the ground with deadly force.
Mordain is DEAD!!
You hear Mordain's death cry.

- 618/663hp 728/867m 358mv 17694tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn aggressive -
Jhen the farmer yells 'Three cauliflowers for fifteen gold!'

- 618/663hp 728/867m 358mv 17694tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn aggressive - l in cor
- 618/663hp 728/867m 358mv 17694tnl - no opponent no opponent - dawn aggressive - The corpse of Mordain holds:
a set of crimson-tinged armor
a pair of thick steel legplates
a pair of segmented steel armplates
a helm of the black-tear
(Glowing) (Humming) a diamond earring
a pair of spiked gauntlets
a pair of black-tear boots
a leather bandit belt
(Humming) a titanium bracer
(Glowing) a flame red cape
(Glowing) a mortuary lamp
a thick animal hide
a skin of an elven princess
a bracer of dark thorns
a deep red stone
a leather satchel
a tin canteen
a Hell-Blade
a black knight's shield
a vial of crimson blood
a green potion
( 2) an opal ring
[Hit Return to continue]


(Humming) a coiled whip of lion taming
a purple potion
32110 gold coins
  1. Caehed Damn! -
    Who the hell walks around with 32K on them? That blows. For him.