*>pray You kneel down and worship the Dark Lord. You are frozen to death by the might of the unnamable power you summoned. *> Saving Daekeon. *> In response to your plea, you feel your soul probed by a scrutinising Red Eye. At once your body is engulfed within the Black Lord's will and there is nothing left but a consuming darkness... *> The pain stops, your vision clears and you realize that you are elsewhere. High Plains *>where Players in your zone -------------------- Daekeon - High Plains *>map Map of Nearby Zones ----------------------------- | F | | * | | : ^ ^| | : W ~*~^^| | ~~ :*%%: ****:*~ | |:::=**B:::~:::X:=:~***~R:* | <---Yay! |*:::*~: ?^ | | : ?: | | :: ~^ | | * * | | * ~ | | : ^ | | :: ~^^^ ?| | *~: *^MM^? ???| | ::%:: ~~~ ^:*???| ----------------------------- *> *a Dwarf* has arrived from the east riding a pony. <---YAY! *> *a Dwarf* leaves west riding a pony. *> *a Dwarf* has arrived from the west riding a pony. *>yell level one :P Ok. *> *a Dwarf* cleaves your body extremely hard and shatters it. That really HURT! * HP:Wounded *a Dwarf*:Healthy> Your attempt to hit *a Dwarf* fails. * HP:Wounded *a Dwarf*:Healthy> You try to hit *a Dwarf*, but she parries successfully. * HP:Wounded *a Dwarf*:Healthy> *a Dwarf* says 'oh' <--- hehe * HP:Wounded *a Dwarf*:Healthy> *a Dwarf* cleaves your right hand very hard and shatters it. You are incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided. * HP:Dying *a Dwarf*:Healthy> You are dead! Sorry... o HP:Awful> Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Numenor has been lost... Despair settles on you. * HP:Awful> Your heart feels lighter. * HP:Awful Mana:Burning>sc 3/31 hit, 107/128 mana, and 105/105 moves.