Third Floor Hallway                                    -      N      -
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S      -

This is the third floor hallway of Winterborn Mansion, decorated in dark
pastel colors. Mahogany wood paneling runs the length of the wall, with
strange carved ornamental pictures set about two feet apart. A beautifully
carved marble archway leads west into a gallery of some kind, and there are
doorways to the north and south. The hall continues to the east.
Some drops of blood are on the ground.
Surrounding the area is an intense wall of flames, smoking and sparking.
The bloody, severed head of Latem is lying here.
<1965hp 2429sp 1588st> where
You are currently in: Winterborn Mansion

Visible player(s) near you:
None.
<1965hp 2429sp 1588st>
AUCTION: Tassia bids 1,000 gp on an astral bauble.
<1965hp 2429sp 1588st>
AUCTION: Abysse bids 1,234 gp on an astral bauble.
<1965hp 2429sp 1588st>
Duende has transferred you.

 Chaord                                                 -      -      -
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      -      -

The fear of death is the fear of failure; the fear of Duende. Something
for the intellectuals, for the poets, for the artists. To truly exist, you
must abandon fear of Duende, by abandoning the glory of being just settling
down in the muck of your own mind. Duende, existence, life and all the
artifices created within occur within the boundaries of order and chaos.
When we look too deeply into chaos for inspiration, we find only nonsense
when we look too deeply into order for completion and closure, we find only
the botfly of boredom and the disease he carries: failure and deathlike
morphology. Such an interesting place is the border between order and
chaos; Chaord. Limited only by the mind, this is a place to explore, and
truly exist.
(Gold Aura) Duende is here.
**Frank.
[LOST LINK] Borges IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN! PH'NGLUI MGLW'NAFH CTHULHU R'LYEH WGAH'NNAGL FHTAGN!|X is here.
<1965hp 2429sp 1588st>
AUCTION: An astral bauble: going once for 1,234 gp to Abysse.
The dust cloud whirling about you thins and dissipates.
<1965hp 2593sp 1693st> {+0hp +164sp +105st}

AUCTION: Tassia bids 1,357 gp on an astral bauble.
<1965hp 2593sp 1693st>
Duende says, 'i notice you're being a pain in the ass.'
<1965hp 2593sp 1693st>
The shade of Latem tells you '<3'
<1965hp 2593sp 1693st> l

 Chaord                                                 -      -      -
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      -      -

The fear of death is the fear of failure; the fear of Duende. Something
for the intellectuals, for the poets, for the artists. To truly exist, you
must abandon fear of Duende, by abandoning the glory of being just settling
down in the muck of your own mind. Duende, existence, life and all the
artifices created within occur within the boundaries of order and chaos.
When we look too deeply into chaos for inspiration, we find only nonsense
when we look too deeply into order for completion and closure, we find only
the botfly of boredom and the disease he carries: failure and deathlike
morphology. Such an interesting place is the border between order and
chaos; Chaord. Limited only by the mind, this is a place to explore, and
truly exist.
(Gold Aura) Duende is here.
**Frank.
[LOST LINK] Borges IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN! PH'NGLUI MGLW'NAFH CTHULHU R'LYEH WGAH'NNAGL FHTAGN!|X is here.
<1965hp 2593sp 1693st>
AUCTION: Abysse bids 1,500 gp on an astral bauble.
<1965hp 2593sp 1693st>
AUCTION: An astral bauble: going once for 1,500 gp to Abysse.
<1965hp 2683sp 1740st> {+0hp +90sp +47st}
say how so?
You ask, 'How so?'
<1965hp 2683sp 1740st> say i'm not breaking any rules
'I'm not breaking any rules' you say.
<1965hp 2683sp 1740st>
AUCTION: An astral bauble: going twice for 1,500 gp to Abysse.
<1965hp 2732sp 1760st> {+0hp +49sp +20st}
say why don't you leave me alone
'Why don't you leave me alone' you say.
<1965hp 2732sp 1760st> l

 Chaord                                                 -      -      -
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      -      -

The fear of death is the fear of failure; the fear of Duende. Something
for the intellectuals, for the poets, for the artists. To truly exist, you
must abandon fear of Duende, by abandoning the glory of being just settling
down in the muck of your own mind. Duende, existence, life and all the
artifices created within occur within the boundaries of order and chaos.
When we look too deeply into chaos for inspiration, we find only nonsense
when we look too deeply into order for completion and closure, we find only
the botfly of boredom and the disease he carries: failure and deathlike
morphology. Such an interesting place is the border between order and
chaos; Chaord. Limited only by the mind, this is a place to explore, and
truly exist.
(Gold Aura) Duende is here.
**Frank.
[LOST LINK] Borges IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN! PH'NGLUI MGLW'NAFH CTHULHU R'LYEH WGAH'NNAGL FHTAGN!|X is here.
<1965hp 2732sp 1760st>
Duende says, 'so i want to make it crystal clear that if you waste my motherfucking time, i will make a mental note that i do not like you.'
<1965hp 2732sp 1760st>
AUCTION: An astral bauble has been sold to Abysse for 1,500 gp.
<1965hp 2759sp 1771st> {+0hp +27sp +11st}
chuckle
You chuckle politely.
<1965hp 2759sp 1771st> say chill out
'Chill out' you say.
<1965hp 2759sp 1771st>
'that includes stupid emails, illogical conclusions, and breaking the rules for no reason whatsoever.' Duende says.
<1965hp 2773sp 1777st> {+0hp +14sp +6st}

Duende asks, 'am i clear?'
<1965hp 2773sp 1777st> say are you threatening me?
You ask, 'Are you threatening me?'
<1965hp 2782sp 1779st> {+0hp +9sp +2st}
say because this is absolute bullshit
'Because this is absolute bullshit' you say.
<1965hp 2786sp 1781st> {+0hp +4sp +2st}
l

 Chaord                                                 -      -      -
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      -      -

The fear of death is the fear of failure; the fear of Duende. Something
for the intellectuals, for the poets, for the artists. To truly exist, you
must abandon fear of Duende, by abandoning the glory of being just settling
down in the muck of your own mind. Duende, existence, life and all the
artifices created within occur within the boundaries of order and chaos.
When we look too deeply into chaos for inspiration, we find only nonsense
when we look too deeply into order for completion and closure, we find only
the botfly of boredom and the disease he carries: failure and deathlike
morphology. Such an interesting place is the border between order and
chaos; Chaord. Limited only by the mind, this is a place to explore, and
truly exist.
(Gold Aura) Duende is here.
**Frank.
[LOST LINK] Borges IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN! PH'NGLUI MGLW'NAFH CTHULHU R'LYEH WGAH'NNAGL FHTAGN!|X is here.
<1965hp 2786sp 1781st>
Duende says, 'i'm making sure that you know.'
<1965hp 2786sp 1778st> {+0hp +0sp -3st}

[CLAN] Yankee: 'boug hows it goin'
<1965hp 2786sp 1778st>
'because if i have to spend ten seconds more of my life answering stupid and intentionally obfuscatory emails.' Duende says.
<1965hp 2786sp 1780st> {+0hp +0sp +2st}

'that's going to make me displeased.' Duende says.
<1965hp 2786sp 1780st> say you're the one that worded my babdoy contradictory to the rules
You say, 'You're the one that worded my babdoy contradictory to the rules'
<1965hp 2786sp 1777st> {+0hp +0sp -3st}
say not me
'Not me' you say.
<1965hp 2786sp 1779st> {+0hp +0sp +2st}

Duende says, 'no.'
<1965hp 2786sp 1779st>
Duende says, 'you just fail to logically comprehend things.'
<1965hp 2786sp 1779st>
'failure: yours.' Duende says.
<1965hp 2786sp 1781st> {+0hp +0sp +2st}
say riiight
'Riiight' you say.
<1965hp 2786sp 1781st> say who else is that suppose to be interpreted?
'Who else is that suppose to be interpreted?' you ask.
<1965hp 2786sp 1781st>
Duende says, 'get out of my sight and suffer the consequences if you come back into it.'
<1965hp 2786sp 1778st> {+0hp +0sp -3st}
say how*
'How*' you say.
<1965hp 2786sp 1778st>
Duende has transferred you.

 A Plateau Atop Hellbent Mountain                       -      -      -
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                                                        -      -      -

Sweating, you pull yourself up onto the top of the cliff. As you look
around, you realize that you won't be able to climb any higher on the
mountain, since the pinnacle is too steep and smooth to scale. However, the
small plateau that you are now standing on offers an incredible view of the
surrounding ocean, and you can see for many miles in the distance. The
branches of a tree are visible below the cliff's edge, and you should be
able to climb back down safely.
<1965hp 2786sp 1778st> recall
You're too far away from that recall point for the magic to work...
<1965hp 2786sp 1762st> {+0hp +0sp -16st}
where
You are currently in: Hellbent Mountain

Visible player(s) near you:
None.
<1965hp 2786sp 1762st> who immortal

MATERIA MAGICA: Search Players Online
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[249:249 M Immortal Office] Duende [Building]
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Total matches: 1.
<1965hp 2786sp 1737st> {+0hp +0sp -25st}
tell duende put me back where i was
You tell Duende 'put me back where i was'
<1965hp 2786sp 1727st> {+0hp +0sp -10st}
l

 A Plateau Atop Hellbent Mountain                       -      -      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)-D-> -
                                                        -      -      -

Sweating, you pull yourself up onto the top of the cliff. As you look
around, you realize that you won't be able to climb any higher on the
mountain, since the pinnacle is too steep and smooth to scale. However, the
small plateau that you are now standing on offers an incredible view of the
surrounding ocean, and you can see for many miles in the distance. The
branches of a tree are visible below the cliff's edge, and you should be
able to climb back down safely.
<1965hp 2786sp 1727st>
KABOOM! There is an earth-shattering explosion as a fiery meteor streaks down from the sky and smites you!
[CLAN] Apex has been slain!
You feel different as your senses become less heightened.
You slowly settle back to the ground.
Your disembodied soul rises from your ravaged corpse.
'Ah, Apex.' the incarnation of death says. 'Your time is at hand.'
The incarnation of death swings a Scythe of Soul Rending in a long, lazy arc...
You turn translucent.
You feel a soft prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
You feel a prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
Your feet rise a few inches off the ground.
You feel a sharp prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
A haze of crimson and gold sparks flit across your field of vision.

 Ethereal Void                                          -      N      -
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 WARNING: You are in a CHAOTIC PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S      -

You are floating in a featureless gray mist. Sights and sounds from
other dimensions flit about you in a confusing tangle.
A strange-looking flower grows here, seemingly out of nothing.
A nondescript glass vial has been dropped here.
[Clan 37] (Red Aura) *The shade of Akkarin is floating here...
(Gold Aura) **The undead shade of Mordred is floating here...
The world turns blue as you are temporarily shrouded by a strange nimbus of energy.
The reason for this event: :( :( :(
<1750hp 2500sp 1750st> {-215hp -286sp +23st}
sc
Player Information for: Apex - just killin' time, until time kills me
Hours Played: 3,976 Age: 29 years (Born 10/10/1420)
Class Level: 60 Total Level: 240
Race: elf Gender: female
Class: bard Alignment: -306 (mean)
Hit Points: 1752/1753 Practices: 38
Spell Points: 2503/2503 Quest Points: 13,136 (2765 quests)
Stamina: 1752/1752 Reputation: 100 (Saint)
Strength: 17/17 Vitality: 17/17
Knowledge: 23/23 Luck: 22/22
Wisdom: 21/21 Courage: 21/21
Agility: 21/21 Sanity: 25/25
Personality: 20/20
Spell Complexity Comprehension: 97%
Proficiency Complexity Comprehension:
Wea: 93% Def: 100% Com: 81% Tek: 100% Mys: 100%
* You have 381,000,000 experience points and need 0 to advance.
* You have killed 32,392 creatures and 255 players in combat.
* You have been killed 133 times, 206 in player kill combat.
* You have defeated 163 players and lost 75 times in arena combat.
* You are carrying 4 items weighing 40 stones and 40 pebbles.
* You have attained 69 marks, 0 honors, and 0 relationships.
* You are currently encumbered. You may move slower than normal.
* You will remain a shade for 7 more minutes.
* You have the 'badboy' restriction, placed on Thu Jan 22 21:05:01 2009
by Sueno. Expires in approximately 302 hour(s).
Reason: See previous reason was removed to test out an issue with backstab.
<1752hp 2503sp 1752st> {+2hp +3sp +2st}

An ear-splitting organ chord sounds, and Akkarin disappears in a shimmering silver mist.
The Powers take pity on you and restore your soul to your body.

 In the Midst of the Inferno                            -      -      NE
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        SW     -      -

It is hard to get your bearings at first, but you quickly realize that
this room is somehow suspended in the middle of an incedible plume of fire.
The flames dance about wildly, and you imagine that they reach up from the
very bottom of the volcano. This area seems to be a temple of some kind,
probably devoted to Gath, the Power of fire. Although the Dark Power's hold
on Hellbent Mountain is strong, even he is not able to drive Gath's presence
from such an amazing natural heat source.
A janitor's broom handle is here.
(Gold Aura) **A living pillar of fire is here, embodying the spirit of Gath.
You feel new life and energy entering your form, as if some greater power had passed through you.
[*][SAFE]<1753hp 2503sp 1752st> {+1hp +0sp +0st}
wear all
You wield the flail of destruction in your right hand.
You hold a swirling black potion in your left hand.
You wear the Medallion of Alyria around your neck.
You wear a sigil of restraint around your neck.
You wear an Uzbaki cloak about your body.
You wear a white shield of the holy as a shield.
You wear a tooth bracelet around your left wrist.
You wear a pair of steel gloves on your hands.
You wear a seashell-covered helm on your head.
You wear a seashell bracelet around your right wrist.
You hold the crystal of power.
You wear might of the baldrics on your arms.
You feel a sharp prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
You wear a ring of spell turning on your left finger.
You wear a ring of spell turning on your right finger.
You wear the boots of the wizard of Focault on your feet.
Your feet rise a few inches off the ground.
You wear a breastplate of life on your body.
You wear a belt of the Red Hand about your waist.
You wear a spectral aura about your body.
You wear an amulet of spell delivery around your neck.
[*][SAFE]<1753hp 2503sp 1752st> wear all
You wear leggings of yeti's hide on your legs.
Your form shimmers and waves, becoming transluscent.
[*][SAFE]<1753hp 2503sp 1752st> l

 In the Midst of the Inferno                            -      -      NE
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        SW     -      -

It is hard to get your bearings at first, but you quickly realize that
this room is somehow suspended in the middle of an incedible plume of fire.
The flames dance about wildly, and you imagine that they reach up from the
very bottom of the volcano. This area seems to be a temple of some kind,
probably devoted to Gath, the Power of fire. Although the Dark Power's hold
on Hellbent Mountain is strong, even he is not able to drive Gath's presence
from such an amazing natural heat source.
A janitor's broom handle is here.
(Gold Aura) **A living pillar of fire is here, embodying the spirit of Gath.
[*][SAFE]<1753hp 2503sp 1752st> stanr
For a list of acceptable commands, type ?.
[*][SAFE]<1753hp 2503sp 1752st> stand
You scramble to your feet.
[*][SAFE]<1779hp 2591sp 1779st> {+26hp +88sp +27st}
recall
You're too far away from that recall point for the magic to work...
[*][SAFE]<1779hp 2591sp 1779st> l

 In the Midst of the Inferno                            -      -      NE
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        SW     -      -

It is hard to get your bearings at first, but you quickly realize that
this room is somehow suspended in the middle of an incedible plume of fire.
The flames dance about wildly, and you imagine that they reach up from the
very bottom of the volcano. This area seems to be a temple of some kind,
probably devoted to Gath, the Power of fire. Although the Dark Power's hold
on Hellbent Mountain is strong, even he is not able to drive Gath's presence
from such an amazing natural heat source.
A janitor's broom handle is here.
(Gold Aura) **A living pillar of fire is here, embodying the spirit of Gath.
[*][SAFE]<1779hp 2591sp 1779st> tell duende this is still not where i was
He is ignoring you.
[*][SAFE]<1779hp 2591sp 1779st> pray this is still not where i was
[1] active Guides and [0] visible Immortals heard you pray 'this is still not where i was'
[*][SAFE]<1790hp 2623sp 1797st> {+11hp +32sp +18st}
l

 In the Midst of the Inferno                            -      -      NE
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        SW     -      -

It is hard to get your bearings at first, but you quickly realize that
this room is somehow suspended in the middle of an incedible plume of fire.
The flames dance about wildly, and you imagine that they reach up from the
very bottom of the volcano. This area seems to be a temple of some kind,
probably devoted to Gath, the Power of fire. Although the Dark Power's hold
on Hellbent Mountain is strong, even he is not able to drive Gath's presence
from such an amazing natural heat source.
A janitor's broom handle is here.
(Gold Aura) **A living pillar of fire is here, embodying the spirit of Gath.
[*][SAFE]<1790hp 2623sp 1797st> eq
You are using:
<used as light> the crystal of power (damaged) (lit)
<worn on finger> a ring of spell turning (new)
<worn on finger> a ring of spell turning (new)
<worn around neck> the Medallion of Alyria
<worn around neck> a sigil of restraint (slightly worn)
<worn around neck> an amulet of spell delivery (new)
<worn on body> (Gold Aura) a breastplate of life (slightly worn)
<worn on head> (Gold Aura) a seashell-covered helm (new)
<worn on legs> (Invisible) leggings of yeti's hide (new)
<worn on feet> the boots of the wizard of Focault (new)
<worn on hands> (Gold Aura) a pair of steel gloves (heavily worn)
<worn on arms> (Gold Aura) might of the baldrics (used)
<worn as shield> (Gold Aura) a white shield of the holy (used)
<worn about body> (Red Aura) an Uzbaki cloak (damaged)
<worn around body> a spectral aura
<worn about waist> a belt of the Red Hand (slightly worn)
<worn around wrist> a tooth bracelet (slightly worn)
<worn around wrist> a seashell bracelet (new)
<right hand> the flail of destruction (new)
<left hand> a swirling black potion (new)

Current Armor Resistance (AR):
(Head ) Pierce: 75 Bash: 75 Slash: 75 Exotic: 75
(Torso ) Pierce: 69 Bash: 67 Slash: 69 Exotic: 68
(Arms ) Pierce: 73 Bash: 73 Slash: 73 Exotic: 72
(Legs ) Pierce: 71 Bash: 67 Slash: 68 Exotic: 67

Equipped weapon damage:
With your knowledge of 'flail', the flail of destruction can cause up to 294 points of damage against 0 ar.
Excepting defenses and dynamic modifiers, you will hit 82% of the time.
[*][SAFE]<1790hp 2623sp 1797st> hold vio
You stop using a swirling black potion.
You hold a well-crafted violin in your left hand.
[*][SAFE]<1790hp 2623sp 1797st>