You have completed your casting.
A warm, blue aura surrounds you for a moment, then softly fades.
You feel better!
Grisloir, the Archon Hunter is at 60%

[AWAY][*]<1154hp 1086sp 2537st> {+90hp -34sp +0st}

Grisloir, the Archon Hunter has completed his casting.
There is a resounding CRACK as two lightning bolts fork from the sky towards you.
Your muscles stop responding.
You are electrocuted on the arm by Grisloir, the Archon Hunter's lightning causing extensive damage.
Your muscles stop responding.
You are electrocuted on the head by Grisloir, the Archon Hunter's lightning arrow causing heavy damage.
Your muscles stop responding.
You are electrocuted on the head by Grisloir, the Archon Hunter's lightning arrow causing great damage.
Grisloir, the Archon Hunter bashes you over the head with his clenched fist.
You are smashed on the head by Grisloir, the Archon Hunter's bash causing incredible damage.
You are electrocuted on the torso by Grisloir, the Archon Hunter's lightning arrow causing tremendous damage.
Grisloir, the Archon Hunter is burned on the head with your sunlight causing slight damage.
You fail to hit Grisloir, the Archon Hunter with your second attack.
Grisloir, the Archon Hunter is at 60%

[AWAY][*]<120hp 1086sp 2534st> {-1034hp +0sp -3st}

f e

'Before I was trained in the arts, creatures like you would have frightened me...' Grisloir, the Archon Hunter says.
You are electrocuted on the arm by Grisloir, the Archon Hunter's lightning arrow causing tremendous damage.
Grisloir, the Archon Hunter is burned on the torso with your sunlight causing trifling damage.
Grisloir, the Archon Hunter is at 60%

[AWAY][*]<61hp 1086sp 2531st> {-59hp +0sp -3st}


Grisloir, the Archon Hunter begins muttering an incantation...
You have been slain!
Your formation has been disbanded.
[CLAN] Dredon has been slain!
Your disembodied soul rises from your ravaged corpse.
'Ah, Dredon.' the incarnation of death says. 'We meet again.'
The incarnation of death swings a Scythe of Soul Rending in a long, lazy arc...
A haze of crimson and gold sparks flit across your field of vision.
You feel a sharp prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
Your feet rise a few inches off the ground.
You feel a prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
You feel a soft prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
You turn translucent.

 Ethereal Void                                          -      N      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <-U-(M)-D-> E
 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.
(Gold Aura) **The undead shade of Mordred is floating here...