Phear teh L1ght!

Yeah, every bard spec has a 3P targetted song effect in the MID slot.

Seren's does stun + blind + paralyse
Mag's does stun + shackles + blackout
Glom's does stun + (two random afflictions from a set of five, including confusion, stupidity, paralysis, paranoia)
Celest's does stun + aeon + blackout.

The blackout is actually worthless, since it lasts as long as it takes them to recover balance, and the timer on passive song effects resets every time you sing a new effect into the song (which the active skills technically count as).

Glom's is by far the weakest to spend 3P and a song slot on.

Seren's is also weak, because though you garuntee stun+paralyse which holds them down for a bit, you don't do much else. Because sixthsense stops the effect from working in the first place, you can garuntee that they are either blind already (because you stripped deafness before the effect, which leaves them blind), or neither blind nor deaf. The time it takes to put sixthsense back up from that point is 4 seconds, which is the same time as recovery from the skill, and during the time they are blind, the are paralysed as well, preventing it from being helpful at all.

Mag's is almost worth it, since it allows them to stack writhe cures, however, they have nothing to stop you from using Summer to cure all stacked writhes at once, unlike Nihilists who have crucify, ectoplasm, and epilepsy which combine to help keep the writhe cures stacked.

Celest's, however, is absurdly useful and powerful. Why? The counterbalancing factor to Aeon that makes up for the absurd strength of the affliction is quicksilver, which keeps you from being aeonwhored too badly. You get hit with an aeon effect, you sip quicksilver. You get hit with a second aeon effect asap (before quicksilver comes up), you sip phlegmatic, and then quicksilver comes up so it takes two more aeons to aeon you.

With Starhymn, you can aeon+stun, preventing the sipping of quicksilver. You can then aeon them before they can sip it with aeon tarot, forcing them to sip phlegmatic and then quicksilver, allowing you to aeon them a third time and have it cause aeon with no speed defence. All the while, your passive song effects are hitting.

You execute the Brainbash maneuver: SMITE DOWN MARLUCIA.
With a heavy overhand stroke, you slam a master blacksmith's hammer down upon Marlucia, but your swing hits his powerful aura and rebounds back into you. Your skull is smited with a numbing blow. You briefly realize the spray of gore and brains that
---HIT REBOUNDING, SUCKAAAHH!!! RAZZEEEEE!!!---
is filling your field of vision belongs to you before you die.
You have been slain by Ashteru.
You are OUT of the combat free-for-all!


I shall go and hide until I have a razescript. -.-

Dedicant Yeralih Carthan, of the Hart
Sex : Female Race : Human
Level : 63 (66%) Rank : Indomitable
Health : 3009/3009 Endurance : 13945/13945
Mana : 2584/3009 Willpower : 13945/13945
Ego : 2820/2820 Reserves : 0%
Karma : 100% Esteem : 0%
You are ranked 424th in Lusternia.
You stand tall as a proud member of the Forest of Glomdoring.
You have reached the rank of 'Shadow Warden' in your commune.
You are an aide to the Ambassador, and the Minister of Power.
You are the Keeper of the Black Nest in the Blacktalon.
The position of Guild Archivist in the Blacktalon is held by you.
You are a Seeker of Avechna in the Fellowship of Explorers.
You are a member of the clan called 'The Shadow Envoy.'
You are a member of the clan called 'The Aethercity of Deepnight.'
You are a member of the clan called 'The Shadow Court.'
You are a member of the clan called 'The Council of the Black Nest.'
You are a member of the clan called 'The Swarm.'
You are a member of the clan called 'House Carthan.'
You are the clan head of the clan called 'Children of Crow.'
You are able to take on proteges.
Your mentor is Citera.
You are 54 years old, having been born on the 6th of Urlachmar, 106 years after
the Coming of Estarra.

A colder bathing area. (Faethorn)
The runover from the larger waterway spills over into this smaller pool where
several bars of soap and mounds of robes lie awaiting an eager hand. The water
remains chilly although not quite as glacial as the northern pool whose icy
embrasure chills the very air. Fashioned as a communal bathing area, the
temperature is perfect for summer days when the sunlight sends everyone
scurrying for some way to cool off. A small changing area lies to the northeast
albeit it seems seldom used as the door creaks on its hinges. Breaking through
the dimensions, a planar rift slashes through the air here. A sigil in the shape
of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see exits leading northeast, east, and northwest.

You reach out to the planar gate and find the link to the prime material plane.
Pulsating energy flares throughout your field of vision, and you find yourself
tumbling through the aether pathways.
Carpet of ivy. (Prime Serenwilde)
A blood red mist flows across the ground here, indicating a war shrine of
Charune nearby. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving
warmth. A group of elegant trees stand here, passing beneath the boughs laden
with sweet sticky oak-apples. Ivy winds about the trunks, spreading out across
the forest floor to form a springy covering. Deeper into the area is dominated
by elm trees, trees of unusual form, their aged trunks bifurcated and hollowed
out, small recesses found all about their gnarled boles. Breaking through the
dimensions, a planar rift slashes through the air here. A sedge of galingale is
firmly planted in the forest floor. Sprays of chervil cover the forest floor. A
marjoram bush flourishes here, spreading its delicate scent. Reaching up as high
as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A mature
hornbeam tree stands proudly here. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls
about here.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.

You scent at the air, your skilled nose picking up the faint traces of others in
the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Galaphyrae coming from secluded grove by the river.
You make out the scent of Amavan coming from tangled thicket.
You make out the scent of Shorlen coming from secluded grove by the river.
You make out the scent of Hiriako coming from the Moonhart Mother Tree.
You make out the scent of Gaza coming from the Portals of Serenwilde.
You make out the scent of Gehn coming from the Moonhart Mother Tree.
You make out the scent of Sarrasri coming from the Moonhart Mother Tree.
You make out the scent of Kittari coming from the Portals of Serenwilde.
You make out the scent of Aeto coming from the Portals of Serenwilde.
You make out the scent of Anaria coming from secluded grove by the river.
You make out the scent of Everiine coming from approaching a white bridge.

Beithe arrives from the northeast.
She is followed by a pixie, a pixie, and a pixie.
Beithe leaves to the southeast.
She is followed by a pixie, a pixie, and a pixie.

Amavan arrives following Druidess Dylara Mes'ard.
Dylara arrives from the southeast.
Amavan leaves, following Druidess Dylara Mes'ard.
Dylara leaves to the west.

Cladius arrives from the west.
Cladius leaves to the southeast.

Twelve minutes after Yeralih's arrival.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Sarrasri emerging from the undergrowth.
You smile and say, "Ah. Finally."
High Priestess Sarrasri Talnara, Hornbearer of Charune says, "Leave."
You incline your head politely to those around you.
You reach out to the planar gate and find the link to the ethereal plane.
Pulsating energy flares throughout your field of vision, and you find yourself
tumbling through the aether pathways.



I wasn't shrouded or skunked. In fact, I'm a bum so I usually only put up Wolf. Of course, Yera died a little while later, but she deserved that. It was fun, though! So thanks for putting up with me and not enemying her (even if some of you may think she deserves it). I don't get to do more than edit guild help scrolls these days, so the change of pace was nice.

It never ceases to amuse me how people try to make wild generalizations about skills apparently without even having experienced them.

Bashara is a cross-dresser!

Through the holly.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly here. Plain grey trousers have been left here. A plain grey tunic has been left here. Satiny slippers have been dropped here, one fallen to its side. A lacy bra of smoky blue has been left here. A fancy pair of panties has been dropped here. Glistening faintly in the available light, a translucent butterfly-shaped diary lies here. Lying forlornly on the ground is a deck of Tarot cards. In danger of being tarnished, a delicate golden lyre lies forgotten here. A silvery hoop set with sapphires lies here forgotten. There are 2 golden hoop inlaid with garnets here. There are 2 silver rose and pearl nipple studs here. A ruffled skirt of lavender gossamer lies here. A soft bodice of silk and leather has been discarded here. A simple ring of amethyst lies here, forgotten. A small jade friendship ring lies here forgotten. A green eyelash viper is slithering about here.

(Glomdoring): You say, "Whoever left their clothes and other things in the holly bushes might want to come get them if you're around. Incidentally, holly bushes? A bit prickly for taking my clothes off in, in my opinion." - typo of sorts, sposed to be 'taking clothes' >.>

Bashara tells you, "Those are mine!"
You tell Keeper of the Blackened Bones, Bashara Blackmane, "Go get them then!"
Bashara tells you, "Can't."
Bashara tells you, "A bit tied up "
You tell Keeper of the Blackened Bones, Bashara Blackmane, "((o.O.""

(Celest): Narsrim says, "Le'omgstfu."
(Celest): Narsrim says, "Miss."

You have an alt in Celest?

I was posting on behalf of someone experiencing computer issues

You close your eyes, curl up in a ball, and fall asleep.
You tumble off of a leather chair.

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I forgot I was seated. And it made me laugh for some reason.

Do you still fall off beds when you go to sleep?

I thought the extra 0.00000004768372 tons was a nice tip! Honest!

.15% of an oz, nice

Wow, yesterday was special?

Edited log for spam and such.
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You have recovered equilibrium.
Focusing on his chest, you strike at Tervic with a exquisitely crafted draconic broadsword. You
strike into his chest and blood foams up from his mouth.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elxkdb<>-
Focusing on his chest, you strike at Tervic with a exquisitely crafted draconic broadsword. You
strike into his chest and blood foams up from his mouth.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
Tervic takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his arms.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-

Estrig, Aqua Spout says, "I reached circletwenty two."
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
Tervic takes a drink from a diamond vial.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
You move in to engage Tervic.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p xkdb<>- (M- 50)
Tervic takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his arms.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p xkdb<>-
You lash out at Tervic as he turns to flee.
The ground suddenly falls away from beneath Tervic and he goes tumbling into a pit.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
You have recovered equilibrium.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
You must regain balance first.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
You have recovered balance on your right arm.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p erxkdb<>-
Focusing on his chest, you strike at Tervic with a exquisitely crafted draconic broadsword. You
strike powerfully into his chest, and blood sprays out of his nose and mouth.
The point of the blade thrusts through Tervic's body and emerges from his back, jolting him upright
as an expression of horror crosses his face. He finally slides off the blade, dropping to the
ground with a thud.
You have slain Tervic.
Tervic drops stuff.
6319h, 5616m, 5666e, 10p exkdb<>-
You have recovered balance on your left arm.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elxkdb<>- (M+ 50)
You have recovered balance on your right arm.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
Estrig, Aqua Spout says, "Just playing."
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
You pick up a bit of light essence.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
The soul of Tervic swirls in the air like a sparkling whirlwind, then vanishes in a flash of
chromatic colours.
Grand Templar Tervic Aristata, Silent Wing has left the area.
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
Estrig, Aqua Spout says, "I reached circle twenty five."
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
Estrig, Aqua Spout says, "Im growing so fast."
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
You say, "Good!"
6319h, 5666m, 5666e, 10p elrxkdb<>-
Estrig's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
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Did the novice.... not even notice I killed the person leading, conglut, pick up what he dropped, and then continue on talking like nothing happened?

That may be my favorite quote ever.

I want to be that oblivious. Seriously.

I laughed out loud at that, which I don't normally.

Is that how they powerlevel novices in wherever Ixion happens to be now? O_o sign me up