Granite Way intersecting Ruby Road. (road).
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A tall obelisk rises up here from the ground.
The beginning of Granite Way. (road).
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A dwarf sentry stands at
attention, his eyes searching for strangers. Playing with her dolls, a young dwarf girl sits here. Lisaera,
the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling crystal athame in
Her left hand.
You can see no further.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Lisaera...wtf."

Moving while talking ...

(Jhagar): You say, "Guards are gone?"

(Jhagar): You say, "Did Lisaera remove guards?"

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Guards are still here, they are at entrace."

(Jhagar): You say, "Oh."

(Jhagar): You say, "I missed a room, or they forested, then."

(Jhagar): Incabulos says, "Wait. Where's Lisaera?"

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Yeah you missed that room."

(Jhagar): You say, "Liseara was near entrace."

(Jhagar): You say, "Lisaera*."

More walking, Seren tries to kill us ...

I was attacked first, moved out to recover.

(Market): Sadhyra says, "Seeking cloth. Preferably in less life-defying alternatives to purchasing from
villages."

Moved back in ...

Intersection of tunnels in the iron mines. (Village of Rockholm.)
There is a maelstrom of rainbow colours whipping violently around. The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the
land. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling
crystal athame in Her left hand. A sickly black cloud of filth pollutes the air, buzzing with bloated green
flies. Siam Talnara is here, shrouded. He wields a forestal violin decorated with chimes in his left hand.
He is surrounded by four pale ancestral spirits. Iasmos is here, shrouded. He wields Phlogiston, a flail
surrounded by an arcane inferno in his left hand and Thunderhart, a flail sparking with eldritch energies in
his right. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron
maiden war hammer in each hand. Klia Praklin is here. He wields an imperial twilight-steel broadsword in
each hand. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here. He wields a chaotic viola in his
left hand. High Chief Rhaell Rhaal, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields an elfen katana of golden steel with
both hands.
You see exits leading east, south, southwest, and northwest.

Fighting ...

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Oh My."

I moved out to snipe ...

(Jhagar): You say, "Targets?"

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Anyone."

Raising your staff against Klia, it swells, rapidly discharging a torrent of poisonous fumes and sharp rocks
towards the north.
» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Klia)
You have slain Klia.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from the body of Klia, solidifying into the form of a skull. The
floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke shoots at you, melting the flesh from your bones.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Klia.
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(Jhagar): You say, "Eww, death domoth."

Intersection of tunnels in the iron mines.
There is a maelstrom of rainbow colours whipping violently around. The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the
land. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling
crystal athame in Her left hand. A sickly black cloud of filth pollutes the air, buzzing with bloated green
flies. There are 3 marjoram sprigs in 3 groups here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the
air here. Siam Talnara is here, shrouded. He wields a forestal violin decorated with chimes in his left
hand. He is surrounded by five pale ancestral spirits. High Chief Rhaell Rhaal, Jaguar Scout is here. He
wields an elfen katana of golden steel with both hands. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque
towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war hammer in each hand. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette,
Master of Disaster is here. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand. Iasmos is here, shrouded. He wields
Phlogiston, a flail surrounded by an arcane inferno in his left hand and Thunderhart, a flail sparking with
eldritch energies in his right. The soul of Klia roams the land, bodiless.
You can see no further.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Siam."

Raising your staff against Siam, it swells, rapidly discharging a torrent of poisonous fumes and sharp rocks
towards the north.
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» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Siam)
You have slain Siam.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Siam.
4366h, 4136m, 4236e, 10p, 19260en, 19204w sSixk- <02:18:41.292>

(Jhagar): You say, "How...?"

Intersection of tunnels in the iron mines.
There is a maelstrom of rainbow colours whipping violently around. The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the
land. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling
crystal athame in Her left hand. A sickly black cloud of filth pollutes the air, buzzing with bloated green
flies. There are 2 marjoram sprigs in 2 groups here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the
air here. The twisted remains of Siam lie here. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is
here. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand. The soul of Siam Talnara roams the land, bodiless. High
Chief Rhaell Rhaal, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields an elfen katana of golden steel with both hands.
Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war
hammer in each hand. Iasmos is here, shrouded. He wields Phlogiston, a flail surrounded by an arcane inferno
in his left hand and Thunderhart, a flail sparking with eldritch energies in his right.
You can see no further.

Iasmos has been finely pureed by the discordant notes of Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of
Disaster.

Moved back in ...

You blast the mind of Rhaell with a ferocious telepathic assault.
Gasping in pain, Rhaell's eyes bulge out and tear up with blood.
The music here inspires you to greater heights.
The wrathful canticle of Ashtorath incites your anger, filling you with unending hatred.
As his eyes explode within their sockets, Rhaell screams and drops dead to the ground.
» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Rhaell)
You have slain Rhaell.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from the body of Rhaell, solidifying into the form of a skull. The
floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke shoots at you, melting the flesh from your bones.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
Rhaell drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Rhaell drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Rhaell drops a sparkleberry.
Rhaell drops a bunch of pennyroyal.
Rhaell drops a bunch of pennyroyal.
A ghostly form rises from Rhaell's body followed by a bright flash. A new breathing body appears around the
form, restoring him from certain death.

Rhaell leaves to the south.

You say, "That HURTS."

Intersection of tunnels in the iron mines. (Village of Rockholm.)
There is a maelstrom of rainbow colours whipping violently around. The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the
land. The area is dimly lit by a flickering torch that hangs on the wall here. Cool air flows in from a
large ventilation shaft above, strategically located to allow fresh air into the many mine tunnels that
intersect here. The sounds of mining echo in from every direction, mixed with the cheerful sounds of dwarven
song. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling
crystal athame in Her left hand. A sickly black cloud of filth pollutes the air, buzzing with bloated green
flies. There are 2 marjoram sprigs in 2 groups here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the
air here. Spreading its majestic golden wings, a great eagle searches the ground with piercing eyes. There
are 2 faeleaf stalks in 2 groups here. A sparkleberry glistens darkly on the ground. There are 2 pennyroyal
bunches in 2 groups here. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He
wields an iron maiden war hammer in each hand. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is
here. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand.
You see exits leading east, south, southwest, and northwest.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess ponders the situation.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "You should leave now."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "You are making a mess of things."

Coldly, Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "We were trying."

"Shoo! Shoo!" Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says as she waves all those around her away.

You say, "Of course. Would you be so kind as to drop us somewhere outside Rockholm?"

A wry smile spreads across Thoros's face.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Would make things less...violent."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess creases her brow in a frown.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "You are being most uncooperative."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "We are pondering on how to make our grand exit."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "No need for grand. Just leave."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Easier said than done."

Movement ...

(Jhagar): You say, "They moving in?"

You blast the mind of Saran with a ferocious telepathic assault.
Gasping in pain, Saran's eyes bulge out and tear up with blood.
As his eyes explode within their sockets, Saran screams and drops dead to the ground.
» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Saran)
You have slain Saran.
You reach over to comfort Saran as he falls to the level of Archmortal.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
Saran drops kombu seaweed.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Saran.

Sorry, Saran! Hate levelloss.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Taint."

You say, "Can't."

You say, "Status on Saran."

Thoros thrusts his palm towards his forehead and hits it with a resounding *smack*!

Rockholm Silver Mines. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Twinkling silver runs through the walls of the tunnel in
wispy veins, mined out with the rock around it and deposited into one of the many mine carts that stand
ready. The lone torch on the wall makes weak attempts to permeate the darkness that stretches on into the
silver mine. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a
sparkling crystal athame in Her left hand. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here,
shrouded. He wields a formidable black waraxe with both hands. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of
Disaster is here, shrouded. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand.
You see exits leading north, southeast, and southwest.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "You know, you are being quite a nuisance."

(Jhagar): You say, "Lisaera is following us ."

Incabulos mutters and traces a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before him.

You say, "Why, it's much better this way!"

I've been retainting the parts that the druids have been reforesting.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess glares angrily at Thoros.

You say, "All those trees just get in the way of the mining work."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "You said to leave."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "They are blocking our escape rotue."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "And you aren't leaving."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Thus we cannot leave."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Tell them to leave and we will leave."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "If not then they will have to try and kill us."

Movement, and attempted summoning by Seren.

Rockholm Silver Mines. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Twinkling silver runs through the walls of the tunnel in
wispy veins, mined out with the rock around it and deposited into one of the many mine carts that stand
ready. The lone torch on the wall makes weak attempts to permeate the darkness that stretches on into the
silver mine. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess is here, sleeping soundly. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette,
Master of Disaster is here, shrouded. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand. Ur'Warlord Thoros
d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields a formidable black waraxe with both
hands.
You see exits leading northeast and northwest.

(Jhagar): You say, "Lisaera was sleeping ."

(Jhagar): You say, "The God activating her must've buffed her some."

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Wish we could teleport out of here."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess begins to follow Thoros.

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says to Lisaera, the Silver Goddess, "If you want us to
leave, flick us to astral."

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "Or something."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess slowly wakens, looking fit and refreshed.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess makes a sudden gesture at Thoros and a bolt of black energy shoots out from her
outward stretched palm and shatters Thoros's magical shield of protection.

Eyes glittering, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess clenches her fists, causing a profusion of silver vines to
sprout up from the ground to bind and choke Thoros.

(Jhagar): You say, "*gasp*."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess steps up to Thoros and, in one smooth motion, backhands him viciously across the
face.

Closing her eyes, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess whispers a single soft word. She is suddenly surrounded by a
suffusion of silver light and a whipping tornado of wind that throws you off your feet and takes your breath
away.
Lacking air, all goes black before your eyes.
-

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Reflect me."
-

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Reflect me."
-

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Reflect me."
-

Your senses return in a rush.

You take a drink from a moonstone vial.
The allheale burns your throat and makes your eyes water.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess makes a sudden gesture at Thoros and a bolt of black energy shoots out from her
outward stretched palm and shatters Thoros's magical shield of protection.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess makes a sudden gesture at Thoros and a bolt of black energy shoots out from her
outward stretched palm and shatters Thoros's magical shield of protection.

Incabulos creates a sparkling cloud and then molds it until it appears like Thoros.

A reflection of Thoros blinks out of existence.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess rages, seeing her attack fall on Thoros's reflection.

Thoros's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Thoros swings a formidable black waraxe at Lisaera, the Silver Goddess. Thoros cuts her with a light wound.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess smiles mysteriously and lifts her athame into the air, tracing a dark, waning
moon that she pushes into Thoros's chest. Thoros's motions slow to a crawl.

Incabulos creates a sparkling cloud and then molds it until it appears like Thoros.

A reflection of Thoros blinks out of existence.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess rages, seeing her attack fall on Thoros's reflection.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess steps up to Thoros and, in one smooth motion, backhands him viciously across the
face.

You weave a glamour and mold it until it becomes a reflection of Thoros.

A reflection of Thoros blinks out of existence.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess rages, seeing her attack fall on Thoros's reflection.

Thoros closes his eyes for a moment, and then opens them smiling warmly.

Eyes glittering, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess clenches her fists, causing a profusion of silver vines to
sprout up from the ground to bind and choke Thoros.
Thoros swoons for a moment then rises again, flushed but strong.

Eyes glittering, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess clenches her fists, causing a profusion of silver vines to
sprout up from the ground to bind and choke Thoros.

Eyes glittering, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess clenches her fists, causing a profusion of silver vines to
sprout up from the ground to bind and choke Thoros.
Thoros has been slain by Lisaera, the Silver Goddess.
Thoros drops kombu seaweed.
Thoros drops a stalk of faeleaf.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess settles down in a corner to sleep.

You pick up the corpse of Thoros.

You say, "I think we're next."

You say, "Get close to the exit."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess slowly wakens, looking fit and refreshed.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Leave now."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Come to me."

Incabulos gives a pained sigh.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "I'm northish."

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "How?"

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Meliwen Glordak stands here, hands on her broad hips.
Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded.
You see a single exit leading south.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Come inc."

You say, "She told us to leave again."

Thoros sprinkles a circle of salt around himself, and a shimmering white orb springs up around him.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Shield up."

Incabulos mutters and traces a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before him.

Muttering words of power, you trace a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before you,
protecting against assault.

You weave a glamour and mold it until it becomes a reflection of Thoros.

You weave a glamour and mold it until it becomes a reflection of Incabulos.

(Jhagar): Incabulos says, "Why can't she just flick us out, damn it."

Blurred movements of incorporeal shapes coalesce into tendrils of crimson darkness and pierce the very fabric
of reality, heralding Fain, of the Red Masque.

You create a biofeedback loop within your mind to protect against magic.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. Meliwen Glordak
stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded by a crimson miasma of
wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in flames with both hands.
Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here, shrouded. He wields a chaotic viola in his
left hand. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red
Masque towers here, shrouded. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself.
You see a single exit leading south.

You grovel in the dirt before Fain, of the Red Masque.

You feel the Substratus channel has been fully locked.

Showers of silver light form a vortex of energy around the form of Lisaera as She shimmers into existence.

"Ahah!" Incabulos exclaims triumphantly.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess exclaims, "Leave!"

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess glares angrily at Thoros.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. Meliwen Glordak
stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded by a crimson miasma of
wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in flames with both hands.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling crystal
athame in Her left hand. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here, shrouded. He wields
a chaotic viola in his left hand. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani,
Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself.
You see a single exit leading south.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess glares angrily at Fain, of the Red Masque.

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "We lack the means."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "What are you doing here?"

Fain, of the Red Masque gasp 160109.

Thoros grovels in the dirt before Fain, of the Red Masque.

Incabulos grovels in the dirt before Fain, of the Red Masque.

A beam of moonlight comes down from the sky and bathes Iasmos in light.

A reflection of Thoros blinks out of existence.
Thoros moves over to block the south exit.

Fighting

You give a pained sigh.

You say, "Really?"

Laughing in triumph, you clench your fists as the earth yields to your will. The ground splits open beneath
Iasmos, releasing foul smelling vapour and a blast of fetid heat. He hovers momentarily over the gaping
earthen maw before being sucked screaming down into its darkness, his cries abruptly ending as the stinking
chasm rumbles shut.
» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Iasmos)
You have slain Iasmos.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from the body of Iasmos, solidifying into the form of a skull. The
floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke shoots at you, melting the flesh from your bones.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Iasmos.

(Jhagar): You say, "Out of health eww."

Fain, of the Red Masque grabs the corpse and begins to chew upon it.

(Jhagar): Incabulos says, "Can't attack. Suspect."

More fighting, durr. Thoros raisedead'd somewhere in here too.

You drop a monolith sigil.

Fain, of the Red Masque spits out the wight and stares angrily at you.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Ugh you are disgusting, Fain."

Sadhyra tells you, "You two are having fun..."

You tell Sadhyra, Rising Resonance, "We can't get out."

Iasmos tells you, "Yes, really. If you have business, take it elsewhere, please."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess glares angrily at Fain, of the Red Masque.

Fain, of the Red Masque says, "I am. Yes."

Sadhyra tells you, "Going to slaughter a path through?"

Fain, of the Red Masque says, "Are these your minions?"

Fain, of the Red Masque says, "My minions are better than yours. Yours are dying."

Sadhyra tells you, "Do you think milestones work through distortion field?"

You tell Sadhyra, Rising Resonance, "Nope."

You relax your mind and feel the Substratus channel opening again.

Sadhyra tells you, "Poor thing."

You shoot a single, deadly thought deep into the mind of Tandrin.
A vein on Tandrin's forehead begins to throb and blood pours down his nose. He puts his hands to his head and
screams just as his head explodes in a fountain of gore.
» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Tandrin)
You have slain Tandrin.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Tandrin.

(Jhagar): You say, "Saves time."

Fain, of the Red Masque says, "Esano, you would do well to attack Rhaell before Incabulos dies."

You say, "Ah, I thought the Avenger shielded him."

You blast the mind of Rhaell with a ferocious telepathic assault.
Gasping in pain, Rhaell's eyes bulge out and tear up with blood.
As his eyes explode within their sockets, Rhaell screams and drops dead to the ground.
» Kills: 2 Deaths: 0 (Rhaell)
You have slain Rhaell.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from the body of Rhaell, solidifying into the form of a skull. The
floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke shoots at you, melting the flesh from your bones.
Rhaell drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Rhaell drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Rhaell drops a stalk of faeleaf.
Rhaell drops a bunch of pennyroyal.
A ghostly form rises from Rhaell's body followed by a bright flash. A new breathing body appears around the
form, restoring him from certain death.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Rhaell.

Dylara raises her arms and hums deeply the note of the forest. Around you, the taint seeps out of the trees
and plant life, which start to look greener and healthier than before.

Dylara kneels down and touches her forehead to the earth, then whispers softly. A deep emerald glow ripples
across the ground and Dylara's eyes momentarily flash with a matching emerald light.

You say, "He does now."

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "The Avenger does."

You give a pained sigh.

You declare your intent to bear arms against Dylara.

The presence of your Deity's avatar soothes you.
Thoros begins to chant in a deep and baleful voice, and an iron cross rises up from the ground before Rhaell.
Vicious spikes slam into his flesh and nail him to the cross. He screams in pain and agony as blood is
splattered in all directions.
Rhaell can take no more of the spikes ripping apart his flesh, and he dies horribly on the iron cross.
Rhaell has been slain by Thoros.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from the body of Rhaell, solidifying into the form of a skull. The
floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke shoots at Thoros, melting the flesh from his
bones.

Thick, oily smoke pours out of your mouth and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the
smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.
You feel the magics of Dylara release their grip upon this location.

(Jhagar): You say, "Lend me health please."

Thoros closes his eyes and bows his head. There is a small shudder around you, and the tainted constructed
underground environment melts away, revealing itself as truly constructed underground.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Taint."

(Jhagar): Incabulos says, "I need health too."

You say, "I had."

Thick, oily smoke pours out of your mouth and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the
smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.

You shoot a single, deadly thought deep into the mind of Dylara.
A vein on Dylara's forehead begins to throb and blood pours down her nose. She puts her hands to her head and
screams just as her head explodes in a fountain of gore.
» Kills: 1 Deaths: 0 (Dylara)
You have slain Dylara.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Dylara.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. Meliwen Glordak
stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded by a crimson miasma of
wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in flames with both hands.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling crystal
athame in Her left hand. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is
on the ground. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here, shrouded. He wields a chaotic
viola in his left hand. The soul of Dylara roams the land, bodiless. Siam Talnara is here, shrouded. He
wields a forestal violin decorated with chimes in his left hand. He is surrounded by five pale ancestral
spirits. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron
maiden war hammer in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess points accusingly at Siam.

(Jhagar): You say, "Can't hit Siam."

(Jhagar): You say, "Status."

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "Doesn't the Avenger make us unable to defend
ourselves?"

"Eh?" Siam says curiously to Lisaera, the Silver Goddess.

Fain, of the Red Masque points accusingly at Siam.

Siam Talnara asks Lisaera, the Silver Goddess, "Yes, Lady?"

Fain, of the Red Masque says, "I will slay that one."

Siam places some iridescent spores on the back of his hand and snorts them up his nose.
Siam suddenly lets out a sneeze of tremendous force.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Olol."

In a voice of cold precision, Fain, of the Red Masque incants words of dark potency and a shimmering gateway
forms, through which vast mucous laden tentacles thrust, thrashing mindlessly at you before the gateway
snaps shut.
Siam has been slain by Fain, of the Red Masque.
Thoros shakes his head and glares about hatefully.
1221h, 4236m, 3697e, 10p, 19260en, 17400w esSixkd- <02:34:40.762> <-3145H>

You rush about in a state of utter panic.
Thoros stops you from moving that way.
compose

There is nothing to fear but fear itself.

You weave a glamour and mold it until it becomes a reflection of yourself.

Incabulos ponders the situation.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Rofl holy crap."

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Then I will slay this one."

Thoros sprinkles a circle of salt around himself, and a shimmering white orb springs up around him.

Fain, of the Red Masque exclaims, "Then I will slay you!"

Muttering words of power, you trace a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before you,
protecting against assault.

Incabulos mutters and traces a cobalt blue pentagram in the air that remains hovering before him.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess makes a sudden gesture at Incabulos and a bolt of black energy shoots out from
her outward stretched palm and shatters Incabulos's magical shield of protection.

Closing her eyes, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess whispers a single soft word. She is suddenly surrounded by a
suffusion of silver light and a whipping tornado of wind that throws you off your feet and takes your breath
away.
Lacking air, all goes black before your eyes.
One of your reflections has been destroyed! You have 0 left.
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~~~~~~~ REFLECTION GONE ~~~~~~~
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Lisaera, the Silver Goddess steps up to Incabulos and, in one smooth motion, backhands him viciously across
the face.
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weave reflection at incabulos
stand
You must first raise yourself from the floor and stand up.
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weave reflection at incabulos
You cannot see that being here.
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weave reflection at incabulos

The presence of your Deity's avatar soothes you.
Your senses return in a rush.
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I do not recognize anything called that here.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. Meliwen Glordak
stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded by a crimson miasma of
wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in flames with both hands.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling crystal
athame in Her left hand. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is
on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm here. A gleaming opal glitters on
the ground. There are 5 faeleaf stalks in 5 groups here. A sprig of marjoram has been thrown to the ground.
The soul of Incabulos Oubliette roams the land, bodiless. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red
Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war hammer in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess rolls her eyes at Fain, of the Red Masque.

The presence of your Deity's avatar soothes you.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Leave the village."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Leave the village."

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. Meliwen Glordak
stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded by a crimson miasma of
wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in flames with both hands.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She wields a sparkling crystal
athame in Her left hand. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is
on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm here. A gleaming opal glitters on
the ground. There are 3 faeleaf stalks in 3 groups here. A sprig of marjoram has been thrown to the ground.
Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war
hammer in each hand. The soul of Incabulos Oubliette roams the land, bodiless.
You see a single exit leading south.

The ghost of Incabulos turns to a dark, murky miasma, which slowly solidifies into a foul, undead creature.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "DAMNIT INC."

Fain, of the Red Masque slashes at Lisaera, the Silver Goddess with a katana wreathed in flame.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "You could have left."

"meliwen1832" Meliwen Glordak
"fain50768" Fain, of the Red Masque
"lisaera160109" Lisaera, the Silver Goddess
"wight57003" a wight
"monolith sigil22137" a monolith sigil
"wight152111" a wight
"horse180476" a hulking, golden stallion with a white mane
Number of objects: 7

Incabulos quickly dusts himself off.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess squeezes Her fingers together, and vines sprout up to bind Fain.

(Jhagar): Incabulos says, "GOD FIGHT."

Fain, of the Red Masque clenches His fists and flames burst about Him, consuming the vines.

Iphigeneia tells you, "Sir, I see many deaths at the Rockholm Gate. Is there anything I can do to assist you?"

Forks of flame lick against your skin, melting away your protection against fire.

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Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. The area is
ablaze! Meliwen Glordak stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded
by a crimson miasma of wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in
flames with both hands. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She
wields a sparkling crystal athame in Her left hand. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm here.
Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand.
Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war
hammer in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

The roaring inferno engulfs you as you fight to find a way out.

That happens a lot.

Fain, of the Red Masque holds out an iron gauntlet and a ball of purple flames bursts into light within it.

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "Bloody shite."

Thoros sprinkles a circle of salt around himself, and a shimmering white orb springs up around him.

The presence of your Deity's avatar soothes you.
The raging fire about your skin goes out.

(Jhagar): You say, "I can get rid of fire, but Fain might kill me for it."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Yeah dont."

Violet flames crash about you, as Fain throws a scalding orb of purple flame at Lisaera.

You tell Sister Iphigeneia, Student of Malice, "Hm. Do you have Thoros, Incabulos or I lusted?"

I forgot Rockholm's protections would stop it, even if it would have gone through distort.

Saran's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Saran raises his arms and hums deeply the note of the forest. Around you, the taint seeps out of the trees
and plant life, which start to look greener and healthier than before.

Lisaera, the Silver Goddess cups Her hands together, and a shimmering wave of silver light repels the orb
then surrounds Fain, quenching His flames.

Iphigeneia tells you, "Nay, I do not."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Taint."

Your action causes the nearly invisible magical shield around you to fade away.
Thick, oily smoke pours out of your mouth and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the
smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Taint."

Saran leaps majestically to the south.

You weave a large illusion across the terrain, forming it to appear as chaos.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. The area is
ablaze! Meliwen Glordak stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded
by a crimson miasma of wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in
flames with both hands. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She
wields a sparkling crystal athame in Her left hand. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm here.
Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war
hammer in each hand. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here. He wields a chaotic
viola in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "They are gone."

He was referring to defenders, not the Gods.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Let's leave."

(Jhagar): You say, "They're reforesting."

Thoros grovels in the dirt before Fain, of the Red Masque.

You grovel in the dirt before Fain, of the Red Masque.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Slice Her down, My Lord."

Movement

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Damnit."

(Jhagar): Incabulos says, "Shouldn't of left. Might have been some arghpee planned."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Iasmos is blocking."

You heave an almighty groan.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Ok follow me."

Movement

Thoros's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Thoros moves over to block the south exit.

The roaring inferno engulfs you as you fight to find a way out.
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Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. The area is
ablaze! Meliwen Glordak stands here, hands on her broad hips. Fain, of the Red Masque stands here surrounded
by a crimson miasma of wailing souls. He wields a sleek katana forged of blackened steel and wreathed in
flames with both hands. Lisaera, the Silver Goddess stands here amidst a vortex of ethereal energy. She
wields a sparkling crystal athame in Her left hand. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm here.
Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand.
Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war
hammer in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

Incabulos peers about himself unscrupulously.

With an expression of extreme anger, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess slaps Fain, of the Red Masque really hard
across the face.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Don't let him taint this room."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Erm forest."

(Jhagar): You say, "Want me to stonewall?"

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Yes."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Wait no."

Had already sent the command ....

Your action causes the nearly invisible magical shield around you to fade away.
You face south and sharply clap your hands together, the sound of which is like two bricks being slammed
against each other.
The earth erupts and pushes up a massive wall of stone.

(Jhagar): You say, "I can crumble it away."

Forks of flame lick against your skin, melting away your protection against fire.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Well now we're really stuck D:."

Thoros's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Thoros crashes to the south and slams into a large wall of stone, which cracks but does not fall.

Columns of flame burst out of Rockholm as two tiny figures of red and white duel into the skies.

Cracks spread across the surface of a wall as you touch it, and the heavy stone settles closer to the ground.

Thoros's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Thoros crashes to the south and slams into a large wall of stone, which cracks but does not fall.

Forks of flame lick against your skin, melting away your protection against fire.

Cracks spread across the surface of a wall as you touch it, and the heavy stone settles closer to the ground.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. The area is
ablaze! Meliwen Glordak stands here, hands on her broad hips. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape
of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm
here. A large wall of stone stands here, blocking passage to the south. Iasmos is here, shrouded. He wields
Phlogiston, a flail surrounded by an arcane inferno in his left hand and Thunderhart, a flail sparking with
eldritch energies in his right. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is here. He wields a
chaotic viola in his left hand. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque towers here, shrouded.
He wields an iron maiden war hammer in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

Forks of flame lick against your skin, melting away your protection against fire.

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "Whoa WOOT."

Thoros's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Thoros crashes to the south and slams into a large wall of stone, which cracks but does not fall.

You say, "Oh. They left."

(Jhagar): Thoros says, "KILL HER, FAIN."

You raise a hand and blast incredibly cold air at the ground, putting out the fire that raged there.

Thoros crashes to the south and slams into a large wall of stone, which crumbles upon impact.

Rockholm Silver Station. (Village of Rockholm.)
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A pile of rock in the corner has been separated from the
silver ore on a large table that stands in the centre of the room. Bright torchlight illuminates the chunks
of silver and rock that stand half-separated on the table. A cart is full to the brim with the silver that
has been removed from the rock, waiting to be sent to the village for further processing. Meliwen Glordak
stands here, hands on her broad hips. There are 2 wights here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular
monolith is on the ground. A hulking, golden stallion with a white mane stands firm here. Iasmos is here,
shrouded. He wields Phlogiston, a flail surrounded by an arcane inferno in his left hand and Thunderhart, a
flail sparking with eldritch energies in his right. Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster is
here. He wields a chaotic viola in his left hand. Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque
towers here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden war hammer in each hand.
You see a single exit leading south.

You say, "Hello, Iasmos."

Iasmos says, "Hello. Now, please go home."

Iasmos gives a pained sigh.

You say, "We would if we could."

Iasmos says, "Stop your heart?"

Saran arrives from the south.

Saran begins to tumble towards the south.

Eschatologist Incabulos Oubliette, Master of Disaster says, "Start your brain?"

Saran tumbles out to the south.

Thoros makes a ridiculous face as he snorts and snuffles at the air.

Saran arrives from the south.

Saran's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Saran squints his eyes and looks around.
An illusion of a chaos environment melts away.

Saran's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Saran raises his arms and hums deeply the note of the forest. Around you, the taint seeps out of the trees
and plant life, which start to look greener and healthier than before.

Thick, oily smoke pours out of your mouth and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the
smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.

Thoros peers at Saran unscrupulously.

You weave a large illusion across the terrain, forming it to appear as chaos.

Ur'Warlord Thoros d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque says, "Let's try and get out of here."

Movement

You say, "Again."

We escape, with only a single death to guards.