The Bunny Slayer

posted on 2013-05-14 00:21:55
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The air shimmers suddenly as Vanisse manifests before you.

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> You smile happily.

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> A small bunny arrives from a puff of smoke.

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> This bunny looks so adorable, you wished you had one just like this!
A small bunny is in excellent condition.

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> A Small Burnt Field
| You are standing in the middle of a small, open field surrounded
| by a picket fence that appears to be made from mahogany. The
| field is covered in lush grass which is scarred in various
| places by huge, black marks that cut their way through the
@ | glorious field, rife with large flowers, carrots, and fluffy
| | white bunnies. There is a distinct smell of sour ass in the
+-G | air, and charred fragments sometimes rain down around you.
| Looking up, the weather seems unstable above this field, as
| though many different forces are trying to make it do what
---------+ they command. This obviously is where the Invokers practice
their powerful magic, controlling the raw forces of the realm as only they
know how. The only apparent exit is south, into the guildhall.

[Exits: south]
A weapon rack has been setup against the wall.
A small bunny pokes from bush to bush.
(Glowing) An ethereal being hovers here, radiating warmth and goodwill.
(Charmed) A large, adolescent dragon is here, its scales changing colour every moment.
A gnomish city guard of Seringale stands watch here.
(White Aura) Jerold the invoker guildmaster is here displaying his pyrotechnics.

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> Vanisse says 'Can you flame arrow that bunny?'

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> You are already standing.

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> You create a flaming arrow and send it streaking towards a small bunny.
You are slightly attuned with fire.
Your flame arrow *** DEVASTATES *** a small bunny!
A small bunny's skin is burned badly by the flames!
A small bunny is DEAD!!
A small bunny's head is shattered, and his brains splash all over you.
Stryth gives you 2 gold coins for your sacrifice.

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Vanisse thanks you heartily.

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> A Small Burnt Field
| You are standing in the middle of a small, open field surrounded
| by a picket fence that appears to be made from mahogany. The
| field is covered in lush grass which is scarred in various
| places by huge, black marks that cut their way through the
@ | glorious field, rife with large flowers, carrots, and fluffy
| | white bunnies. There is a distinct smell of sour ass in the
+-G | air, and charred fragments sometimes rain down around you.
| Looking up, the weather seems unstable above this field, as
| though many different forces are trying to make it do what
---------+ they command. This obviously is where the Invokers practice
their powerful magic, controlling the raw forces of the realm as only they
know how. The only apparent exit is south, into the guildhall.

[Exits: south]
The splattered brains of a small bunny are lying here.
A weapon rack has been setup against the wall.
(Glowing) An ethereal being hovers here, radiating warmth and goodwill.
(Charmed) A large, adolescent dragon is here, its scales changing colour every moment.
A gnomish city guard of Seringale stands watch here.
(White Aura) Jerold the invoker guildmaster is here displaying his pyrotechnics.

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> You chuckle politely.

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Your weapon ward expires.
The town clock tolls twelve times as noon approaches.

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The world bends and quivers as Vanisse vanishes with a quiet >POP!<