Alvedon and Sistina makes the ultimate t
posted by Fredde
2001-09-01 16:58:50
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Trappers! Watch and Learn! hehe...
The Perfect trap! learn from us you cz. and jon! hehe.. 



* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>norm
Ok.
Alvedon (a) says 'Jag drar up en portal till dvärghemmen'  <- i make portal to
                                                              dwarven homes.
* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon LEAVES S O U T H riding a warhorse.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>South
High Moors
Alvedon (a) is here trying to concentrate, riding a warhorse.
Exits: North East South West.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) utters the words 'locate life'

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>ds
Your stomach can't contain anymore!

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>norm
Ok.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>l
High Moors
Alvedon (a) is here, riding a warhorse.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>x
OB: 52%, DB: 72%, PB: 54%, Armour: 75%. Wimpy: 60. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 992,983 xp, 0 tp. Lauren: 97. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- stored spell fireball.
- stored spell fireball.
- strength
- bless
- shroud
- sense life
- shield
- armour

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>TARG: *troll* DOOR: thornbushes
167/167 hit, 109/133 mana, and 104/104 moves.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>where
Players in your zone
--------------------
Sistina              - High Moors
Alvedon              - High Moors

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>sq
You begin to search ...

You didn't find anyone.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) begins some strange incantations...

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>sq
You begin to search ...

You didn't find anyone.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) utters the words 'locate life'

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>sq
You begin to search ...

You didn't find anyone.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>ds
Your stomach can't contain anymore!

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>norm
Ok.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>l
High Moors
Alvedon (a) is here, riding a warhorse.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>sq
You begin to search ...

x
You didn't find anyone.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>OB: 52%, DB: 72%, PB: 54%, Armour: 75%. Wimpy: 60. Mood: wi
mpy.
Needed: 992,983 xp, 0 tp. Lauren: 97. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- stored spell fireball.
- stored spell fireball.
- strength
- bless
- shroud
- sense life
- shield
- armour

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>TARG: *troll* DOOR: thornbushes
167/167 hit, 115/133 mana, and 100/104 moves.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>where
Players in your zone
--------------------
Sistina              - High Moors
Alvedon              - High Moors

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>l
Alvedon (a) begins some strange incantations...
High Moors
Alvedon (a) is here trying to concentrate, riding a warhorse.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>sq
You begin to search ...

You didn't find anyone.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) utters the word 'safhar'
The exit up seems to blur for a while.
A shimmering wall of colours has appeared floating above the ground, giving
only hints to the other side of it.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) dismounts from a warhorse, and stops riding him.
A warhorse now follows Alvedon (a).

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon LEAVES U P.
A warhorse LEAVES U P.

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>#   $reply is now set to {Alvedon}.

Alvedon tells you 'safe'

* RIDER W C Mana:Burning>Lead
You stop riding a trained horse.
A trained horse starts following you.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Saving Sistina.

* W C Mana:Burning>enter portal
At a Caravanserai
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
Alvedon (a) is resting here.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Exits: [North] East.

* W C Mana:Burning>poke dwarf
You poke him in the ribs.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) says '40 mana kvar!'      <-- 40 mana left

* W C Mana:Burning>where
Players in your zone
--------------------
Sistina              - At a Caravanserai
Alvedon              - At a Caravanserai

* W C Mana:Burning>x
OB: 52%, DB: 72%, PB: 54%, Armour: 75%. Wimpy: 60. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 992,983 xp, 0 tp. Lauren: 97. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- stored spell fireball.
- stored spell fireball.
- strength
- bless
- shroud
- sense life
- shield
- armour

* W C Mana:Burning>TARG: *troll* DOOR: thornbushes
167/167 hit, 126/133 mana, and 104/104 moves.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) says 'efter 2 locates en portal'    <-- after 2 locates and 1 portal

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

* W C Mana:Burning>
Hurgi narrates 'gilded was sold bree :)'

* W C Mana:Burning>help portal
PORTAL

Syntax      : cast 'portal' <direction> <room key>
Type        : Long range
Accumulative: No
Duration    : Yes
Casting     : Extremely long
Position    : Standing
Level       : Level 18
Class       : Magic User
Min. Mana   : 90

Example:

  > cast 'portal' up yaleque

See also: TELEPORT, LOCATE, "LOCATE LIFE"

* W C Mana:Burning>
Aremir narrates 'mws sold tharbad'

* W C Mana:Burning>'ja spyor är ju inte överkraftiga iaf    <-- well pukes arent 
Ok.                                                             overpowerd!

* W C>
Alvedon (a) giggles.

* W C>ds
Your stomach can't contain anymore!

* W C>norm
Ok.

* W C>
Alvedon (a) says 'nu borde vi watcha prästen'    <-- we should watch priest

* W C>
Natsuki narrates 'great, i lost about 16 maxmana for no reason :/'

* W C>
Siriala narrates 'Too bad this char is a caster, or I might consider
unretiring :/'

* W C>'haru key dit eller?        <-- got key there or?
Ok.

* W C>
Alvedon (a) says 'sitter 5 rum från prästen å watchar'  <-- we sit 5 rooms from 
                                                            priest and watch
* W C>where
Players in your zone
--------------------
Sistina              - At a Caravanserai
Alvedon              - At a Caravanserai

* W C>ds
You drink the water.

* W C>norm
Ok.

* W C>l
At a Caravanserai
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
Alvedon (a) is resting here.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A sturdy trained horse is standing here.

* W C>i
You are carrying:
a ticket for a warhorse

* W C>x
OB: 52%, DB: 72%, PB: 54%, Armour: 75%. Wimpy: 60. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 992,983 xp, 0 tp. Lauren: 97. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- stored spell fireball.
- stored spell fireball.
- strength
- bless
- shroud
- sense life
- shield
- armour

* W C>TARG: *troll* DOOR: thornbushes
167/167 hit, 133/133 mana, and 104/104 moves.

* W C>
Alvedon (a) says 'sen när nått går in tar vi'     <-- and when someone enters
                                                      we take em! 
* W C>x
OB: 52%, DB: 72%, PB: 54%, Armour: 75%. Wimpy: 60. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 992,983 xp, 0 tp. Lauren: 97. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- stored spell fireball.
- stored spell fireball.
- strength
- bless
- shroud
- sense life
- shield
- armour

* W C>TARG: *troll* DOOR: thornbushes
167/167 hit, 133/133 mana, and 104/104 moves.

* W C>
Alvedon (a) stops resting, and clambers on her feet.

* W C>
Hurgi narrates 'morholth sill tbad?'

* W C>
Alvedon (a) says 'eller?'          <-- or!

* W C>
Just narrates 'ok I rent for real'

* W C>nod
You nod solemnly.

* W C>x
OB: 52%, DB: 72%, PB: 54%, Armour: 75%. Wimpy: 60. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 992,983 xp, 0 tp. Lauren: 97. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- stored spell fireball.
- stored spell fireball.
- strength
- bless
- shroud
- sense life
- shield
- armour

* W C>TARG: *troll* DOOR: thornbushes
167/167 hit, 133/133 mana, and 104/104 moves.

* W C>eq
You are using:
<wielded>            a black runed dagger (brand new)
<used as shield>     a bejewelled oak staff; it has a soft glowing aura
<worn on head>       a white chain mail coif (brand new)
<worn on body>       a fine chain mail shirt (brand new)
<worn about body>    a fine grey cloak (brand new)
<worn on arms>       a fine pair of chain mail sleeves (brand new)
<worn on hands>      a thin pair of leather gloves (brand new)
<worn on legs>       a fine pair of chain mail leggings (brand new)
<worn on feet>       a pair of smooth, black boots
<worn around neck>   a necklace
<worn on wrist>      a keyring with a key and a set of lock picks
<worn on finger>     a silver wedding ring
<worn on finger>     an iron ring
<worn on back>       a leather backpack
<worn as belt>       a gleaming belt
<worn on belt>       a water skin
<worn on belt>       a sable pouch
<worn on belt>       the scalp of Magíca
<worn on belt>       the scalp of Hurolg

* W C>'jag har storade eldbollar så hoppas det är troll eller bns     
Ok.    i have 2 stored fireballs so lets hope its trolls or bns!   

* W C>
Alvedon (a) says 'hmm'

* W C>
Alvedon (a) giggles.

* W C>ds
Your stomach can't contain anymore!

* W C>norm
Ok.

* W C>l
At a Caravanserai
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
Alvedon (a) is standing here.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A sturdy trained horse is standing here.

* W C>
The light of Aman fades away from you.

* W C>copper
You get a copper ring from a sable pouch.

* W C>
You stop using an iron ring.

* W C>
You put an iron ring in a sable pouch.

* W C>
You aren't wearing a jewelled.

* W C>
You don't have a jewelled.

* W C>
You put a copper ring on your left finger.

* W C>bless
You start to concentrate...
Alvedon (a) says 'vi går te prästen typ'

*an Orc* has suddenly arrived.             <-- our trap succeeded!! =)
A hungry warg has suddenly arrived.

You begin to feel the light of Aman shine upon you.

* W C Mana:Burning>
* W C Mana:Burning>tt *man*
#   $targ is now set to {*man*}.

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Khàin the dwarf tries to pierce *an Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W C Mana:Burning>tt *troll*
#   $targ is now set to {*troll*}.
k $targ

Alvedon (a) begins some strange incantations...

* W C Mana:Burning>They aren't here.
Kônn the dwarf says 'YOU! Devil! 
You will die before your time.'
Kônn the dwarf cleaves *an Orc*'s body and tickles it.

* W C Mana:Burning>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* LEAVES E A S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon LEAVES E A S T.
A warhorse LEAVES E A S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>gr self
Group disbanded.

* W C Mana:Burning>ra
*an Orc* has arrived from the east.
You raise your hand.
* W C Mana:Burning>East
An Antechamber
Alvedon (a) is standing here.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Exits: [South] West.
A trained horse has arrived from the west.
Alvedon LEAVES W E S T.
A warhorse LEAVES W E S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>West

*an Orc* has arrived from the west.
A hungry warg has arrived from the west.

* W C Mana:Burning>k $targ
At a Caravanserai
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
Alvedon (a) is standing here.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Exits: [North] East.
A trained horse has arrived from the east.

* W C Mana:Burning>They aren't here.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon LEAVES E A S T.
A warhorse LEAVES E A S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>ra
You raise your hand.

* W C Mana:Burning>narr gruppa
Ok.

* W C Mana:Burning>East
An Antechamber
*an Orc* is here, fighting Alvedon (a).
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Alvedon (a) is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Exits: [South] West.
A trained horse has arrived from the west.

* W C Mana:Burning>k $targ
They aren't here.

* W C Mana:Burning>
*an Orc* ops :)

* W C Mana:Burning>k $targ
They aren't here.
Alvedon (a) utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*an Orc* staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by Alvedon (a) hits him.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) begins some strange incantations...

* W C Mana:Burning>ra
You raise your hand.

* W C Mana:Burning>k $targ
They aren't here.

* W C Mana:Burning>tt *orc*
#   $targ is now set to {*orc*}.
cast 'colour spray' $targ
You start to concentrate...
Alvedon (a) utters the words 'colour spray'
Alvedon (a) sprays *an Orc* with painfully bright, concentrated rays of light.

You are now a member of Alvedon (a)'s group.

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Your victim has disappeared!
*an Orc* LEAVES W E S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>West
Alvedon LEAVES W E S T.
A warhorse LEAVES W E S T.
At a Caravanserai
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
Kônn the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Kônn the dwarf.
Alvedon (a) is standing here.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Exits: [North] East.
A trained horse has arrived from the east.

* W C Mana:Burning>k $targ
* W C Mana:Burning>
Alas! 
You failed to reach him through the melee.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) pierces *an Orc*'s body hard and shatters it.

cast 'colour spray' $targ
* W C Mana:Burning>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* LEAVES E A S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon LEAVES E A S T.
A warhorse LEAVES E A S T.

* W C Mana:Burning>Nobody here by that name.

* W C Mana:Burning>East
An Antechamber
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
Alvedon (a) is standing here trying to concentrate.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Exits: [South] West.
A trained horse has arrived from the west.

* W C Mana:Burning>gr alvedon
Alvedon (a) is a group leader!
Alvedon (a) utters the words 'colour spray'
Alvedon (a) sprays *an Orc* with painfully bright, concentrated rays of light.
*an Orc* is mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) begins some strange incantations...

* W C Mana:Burning>cast 'colour spray' $targ
You start to concentrate...

k $targ
Alvedon (a) pierces *an Orc*'s left leg extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel more experienced.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *an Orc*'s death cry.
*an Orc* has drawn his last breath! R.I.P.
Your victim has disappeared!

* W C Mana:Burning>k $targ
They aren't here.

* W C Mana:Burning>They aren't here.

* W C Mana:Burning>
Alvedon (a) gets a pile of coins from the corpse of *an Orc*.


Now thats one great trap! or something.
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Natash2001-09-01 18:06:29
hihi
gnuttan2001-09-01 18:51:11
ehumm last time i entered a portal i ended up getting last hit on sistina and leveled =).
maybe orc tried same thing.
Unknown2001-09-01 19:26:28
thanks for sharing
Fredde to Gnutt2001-09-01 19:31:46
YOU BASTARD! YOU WILL DIE! hehe.. well orcie was Devil lvl 27 shaman. cackle
*yawn*2001-09-01 22:43:29
no comment
Murogor2001-09-01 23:13:06
Hehe...this is the most hillarious log i have ever read here...COOL
Nog2001-09-01 23:41:24
After all the boring stuff at start and middle, kinda hoped for a better ending.
Stor2001-09-02 01:28:21
Well I had to check it :)
Shimmer2001-09-02 02:44:09
:/
bombaata2001-09-02 22:23:11
hm like irght after we portaled there and killed you, THATS the good part that you dont show in the log
Fredde2001-09-02 22:31:56
right after my ass! this was like an 1h before you portalled in!
Lahnborg2001-09-03 14:56:03
skratt, fan va rolig du är Stor.
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