// Checking the tortoise treecastle with Norima and Ahman. Griffin, who
// was resting below because his climb skill was too low, suddenly told
// about guildline that a necromancer arrived below the oaktree.
// So we went down...
In a beautiful mixed forest near a huge oak.
You are wandering in a picturesque, mixed forest. Leaves rustle under
your feet. The branches of several kinds of trees move with the wind.
The earthy, fruitful ground provides nutrition for the small animals
that inhabit the forest. A big oak is standing here. To the south you
see a small path.
There are six obvious exits: east, north, northeast, south, southeast, west.
Two floating discs.
Ahman, Griffin is resting here, Koriam, Norima, a red-scaled batlike imp, a
twentyone Zombies and a twentysix Ghouls.
// Just 47 undeads? Give me 10 RL-minutes and Lee kills them all.
// Too bad Koriam just needs a few RL-seconds to kill Leeland... ;)
There is no obvious exit down.
// Yes, the teamleader went already down. Good Lee noticed, too.
> Griffin sits up and clambers to his feet.
< Satais> Salamander: coming
Koriam points his wand at you and shouts: gnadalur.
The red-scaled batlike imp points its wand at you and shouts: lurablur.
// This is NOT good.
Koriam quickly moves his hands, creating a glowing pattern in the air.
The red-scaled batlike imp performs some gestures with its hands.
Koriam casts an inferno at you. *CRASH*
You are protected by your magical resistance.
The red-scaled batlike imp casts an inferno at you. *CRASH*
You are protected by your magical resistance.
Koriam casts an energy cloud at you. *ZZZZZZZ*
The red-scaled batlike imp casts an energy cloud at you. *ZZZZZZZ*
// Oerks, incoming enemy fire... this hurts a bit...
// And this was just the two inferno-wands and spellbound energy clouds.
// Those two spells Koriam and his imp are casting are still 'incoming' ;)
You turn to attack Ghoul.
// Hello ghoul. How's life, eehh, death?
Damned! Your enemy is fast and blocks your way.
Try again!
// No, Lee doesn't want to wait until those two spells are finished.
> Griffin says: invite!
< Satais> Norima: Koriam here, hurry up.
Damned! Your enemy is fast and blocks your way.
Try again!
// Legs, out!
> Ahman draws a blacksilver tschekal from its large scabbard.
Ahman wields a blacksilver tschekal in his right hand and left hand.
// Going to hack through his 47 undeads? cool plan. ;)
It's Night.
On a small path in a mixed forest.
You are wandering in a picturesque, mixed forest. Leaves rustle under
your feet. The branches of several kinds of trees move with the wind.
The earthy, fruitful ground provides nutrition for the small animals
that inhabit the forest. The path leads further to the northeast and
There is a small gravestone here.
There are eight obvious exits: east, north, northeast, northwest, south,
southeast, southwest, west.
> > > > It's Night.
In a beautiful, mixed forest.
You are wandering in a picturesque, mixed forest. Leaves rustle under
your feet. The branches of several kinds of trees move with the wind.
The earthy, fruitful ground provides nutrition for the small animals
that inhabit the forest. To the south you see the shore of a blue lake
and to the north and west a small path leads through the forest.
You can `enter' the `lake south'.
There are five obvious exits: east, north, northeast, northwest, west.
There is no obvious exit south.
// Lee's usual tactic when he meets Koriam: RUN ;)
[...]
// Thanks Koriam, I'm fully awake again. A coffee would have been
// enough, though. ;)
> < Satais> Gallant: coming
< Satais> Leeland: leave!
> < Satais> Ahman: flee
< Satais> Ahman: too many in front row
// Satais quickly agreed upon a common tactic...
[...]
// A bit later...
A crack opens under your feet and a putrescent hand comes up to you...
as the hand crawls up a smell of rotting flesh makes you gag.
The hand holds a bloody paper and you read the words:
From Koriam
nu und wo isser?
after you read the note the hand and the paper decay to dust.
// "now and where is he?" (well, hard to translate german slang)
// Bit confused, hmm? Should have been a tell to one of your
// 'friends', eh? ;)
A crack opens under your feet and a putrescent hand comes up to you...
as the hand crawls up a smell of rotting flesh makes you gag.
The hand holds a bloody paper and you read the words:
From Koriam
oopsi :) vergiss das :)
after you read the note the hand and the paper decay to dust.
// "oops :) Forget that :)"
// Noticed your mistake? ;)
[...]
// "It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it
// happens." Woody Allen.
// Christian, po Leeland