You made a personal attack, however you look at it. And you are, basically, subjecting poor lil'Novinha to crass playground bullying tactics, which (however well deserved) make this forum look like a less pleasant environment (than it might otherwise be) to any new comer who might not be aware of the context. Save yer squishing for when the trolling is directly aimed at you. The grass is verdant on the high moral ground, and pet owners clean up after their pets.. so you can walk around bare-foot without that sinking feeling of luke-warm turd oozing between your toes.

ex>-touch me
Try as you might, you just cannot seem to inflict harm upon yourself.

Seems touching yourself is harmful...

You leap into the air and launch a flying kick at Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth.
You connect!
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
The final blow proves too much for Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth, who expires, pitifully.
You have slain Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth.
A large pile of sovereigns spill from the corpse.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth.

You leap into the air and launch a flying kick at Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth.
You connect!
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
The final blow proves too much for Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth, who expires, pitifully.
You have slain Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth.
A large pile of sovereigns spill from the corpse.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of Klaymech, Lord of the Soiled Earth.

(Serenwilde): You say, "Sweet. I finally managed to kill a rift gorgog."

(Serenwilde): Valaria says, "You did? nice."

(Serenwilde): Valaria says, "Good job."

You have been slain by an enormous gorgog.

(Serenwilde): Valaria says, "Ouch."

(Serenwilde): Tross says, "What?"

(Serenwilde): Valaria says, "Bad job."

(Serenwilde): Dylara says, "Aramel down."

(Serenwilde): Aia (from the Aetherways) says, "Aramel - 1; Gorgog - 1."

Eilia Helfarch Sarrasri Talnara, Memory of the Crone shouts, "I pledge myself
to the Moondance Coven. Five times this pledge I have spoken."

High Priestess, Accalia Caelicus echoes, "I pledge my heart to the Lunar Cry
and Mother Moon, so valiantly high."

Transmortal Valaria Parayshia, Moon Guide shouts, "I pledge my mind to the
Silver LIght That blesses me with the One true Sight."

Eilia Helfarch Sarrasri Talnara, Memory of the Crone shouts, "I pledge my soul
to the Guiding Spirit. I shall defeat all opposition and not fear it."

Destroyer of Minds, General Revan Xandul, Telepathic Tormentor shouts, "I
pledge my tainted staff to young nubile female Serens, so that I may taint them
thoroughly with its sticky goo when I twirl it thusly."

I endorse this one hundred percent,.

You steer The Silver Sickle to the east.
Sliding through the slipstream.
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An elegant iron-framed bed rests here, looking quite inviting. A great mahogany
writing desk rests here with its gilded drawers closed. A finely wrought
mahogany chair stands here.
The Silver Sickle floats here in aether.
Earth Plane is to the south.

So -that's- where the Divine hide their offices. Guess they all like the cities, psh.

(Ship): Avaerin says, "Fine fine, shut up Krellan. Krellan challenges you to a duel."

What the heck did you people do to Elryn's beautiful aether-forest?

Hijacked it for exploiting the Aetherfoal crew with!

EDIT: Untrue, Dylara, you definitely hit us back, it took Amavan like 6 heals to fix the shield up. I don't see how an empath is supposed to keep up in an actual battle.