#MOBILES
#80250
first mob~
a newly created first mob~
Some god abandoned a newly created first mob here.
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#80251
keeper illithid~
the Illithid Gate-Keeper~
A humanoid in a purple robe eyes you warily.
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> all_greet_prog 100~
bow $n
say I assume you want passage into the city behind me.. Thats why
say you've come no doubt.
heh $n
say Answer me this question. Then I shall grant you passage...
emote gets a devious grin on his face as he ponders the question.
say AHA!.. Finish this sentence for me.
say Only the insane have strength enough to prosper.
say Only the prosperous may truly judge what is sane.
say What is the difference between heresy and treachery?
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> speech_prog 'ignorance'~
say Ahh.. very good. You may enter the city.
bow $n
mptransfer $n 80262
mpat $n mea $n You are unshackled from the binding spell and dropped
mpat $n mea $n haphazardly onto the ground. Nobody seems to notice..
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#80350
last mob~
a newly created last mob~
Some god abandoned a newly created last mob here.
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#OBJECTS
#80250
First object~
a newly created First object~
Some god dropped a newly created First object here.~
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#80251
A cracked slab stone~
A cracked slab of stone.~
A cracked slab of stone is firmly placed into the ground here.~
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#80252
chest blackened~
a blackened chest~
A blackened chest with an engraving of a portal and another plane lies here glowing a dull blue.~
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chest~
This chest appears to be as old as Ashenstaff himself.
Engravings adorn its blackened exterior and you can make out a
design of a sword plunging into a portal and all of it being inside
the gaping maw of this blackened chest.
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blackened~
This chest appears to be as old as Ashenstaff himself.
engravings adorn its blackened exterior and you make out a design
of a sword plunging into a portal and all of it being inside the
gaping maw of this blackened chest.
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#80253
shimmering vortex~
a shimmering vortex of energy~
A shimmering vortex of energy has formed here.~
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#80254
key~
a key~
A dark key lies on the floor here.~
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#80350
last object~
a newly created last object~
Some god dropped a newly created last object here.~
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#ROOMS
#80250
first room~
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#80251
A strange awakening.~
&YThe sound of Crows cawing and leaves rustling are the first things
you hear as you come to your senses.
&WA light fog covers the ground and you can hardly see your feet.
The ground seems to tremble with remnants of unstable energy all
around you. You are in an open field with a few trees sparsely
populating the ground at irregular intervals. The very air around
seems thick with a substance you cant recognize and it makes it
hard to think.. Let alone breathe.
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#80252
A fresh breath of air.~
The ground now falls away as you fly up and hover in a still foggy
but not stifling pocket of air.
Looking around its almost impossible to get a sense of direction.
You wonder to yourself what the hell kind of place is this that
impedes your spellcasting.
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#80253
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction.
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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#80254
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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#80255
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction.
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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#80256
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction.
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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#80257
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction.
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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#80258
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction.
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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> death_prog 100~
mez The violent screams of a victim being torn to shreds
mez quickly snaps you back to reality. A chill runs down your spine.
mppurge
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#80259
Hovering in a fog.~
You begin to lose any sense of coordination and direction.
Which way is up and down is confused, and you begin to second-guess
your judgement. Further still any attempts at magic are utterly
useless.
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D0
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#80260
Senses returned!~
As you descend downwards, your senses readjust to the lack of fog
and your difficulty breathing eases. It seems the worst is over.
Before you now stands a colossal gate made of a shifting silver
substance. It seems to reshape itself into different sizes and forms
every few seconds.
Fog blocks every direction but towards the gate.
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gate~
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#80261
The molten crevasse.~
&R As you fail to keep yourself afloat in the air, you plummet down
for seconds.. then minutes.. and seemingly you are falling for the
better part of three days.
&Y You wake up midflight and are startled when you look down and see
the core of the earth split open like a gaping wound, ready to
swallow you whole. Your only saving grace is that your nerves
are scorched so quickly that you die a painless death before you even
get within a kilometer of the magma below.
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#80262
Floating in a void~
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gate~
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#80265
Floating in a void~
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#80350
last room~
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