seriously, grow up
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As seen by Iluv. Posted under Imperian as a Combat log.not fun being a cleric anymore is it?
Submitted 8 Oct 2008. 1899 views in total, 0.33 per day.You slowly pull back a blackened warhammer, readying yourself for a devastating
strike.
<318/318h 322/340m 718e 1493w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his skin.
<318/318h 322/340m 718e 1493w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 322/340m 718e 1493w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
+++ RECOVERED BALANCE! +++
(B)<318/318h 315/340m 716e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
(BONE CRUNCHED!)
(BONE CRUNCHED!)
(BONE CRUNCHED!)
You strike the left leg of Adanedhel a mighty blow.
(((LEFT LEG MUTILATED AFTER 0 HITS!)))
Adanedhel's left leg has been mutilated.
<318/318h 315/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
[Trigger level set on 3.]
[All triggers, including affliction triggers, will have their suggestion sent.]
<318/318h 315/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> (drink mana) <(gor)>
You drink the last drop from a cedarwood vial.
------------- Mana elixir sipped: 120 sips remaining.
Your mind feels rejuvenated.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>unwield left
unwield right
wield tower
wield spear
secure wielded
trip adanedhel
You cease to wield a blackened warhammer.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You aren't wielding anything.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You are now holding a tower shield in your left hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You begin to wield a hunter's spear in your right hand. (secure wielded) (conceal weapons)
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> (wear cloak; conceal weapons) <(gor)>
You wrap thin strips of leather around your wrists and attach it to your (secure wielded)
wielded items.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel has already fallen to the ground.
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You are already wearing this item.
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You already have your weapons concealed. (conceal weapons)
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
(((Adanedhel SIPPED!)))
Adanedhel takes a drink from a wooden vial.
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>`s0
Chameleon off
Parry system is now offline.
unwield left
unwield right
wield tower
wield glaive
behead adanedhel
[Trigger level set on 0.]
[No trigger can cause anything to be sent.]
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Sacred Soldier, Adanedhel Askare, Holy Diver says, "Seriously, grow up."
Sacred Soldier, Adanedhel Askare, Holy Diver says, "Be more gay, I beg you."
You cease wielding a tower shield in your left hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You cease wielding a hunter's spear in your right hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You are now holding a tower shield in your left hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You begin to wield a black iron glaive in your right hand. (secure wielded) (conceal weapons)
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You raise a black iron glaive over your head and begin to swing it in a wide
circle, gaining speed as you go.
<318/318h 340/340m 696e 1491w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 340/340m 696e 1491w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
+++ RECOVERED BALANCE! +++
(B)<318/318h 340/340m 696e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You may drink another healing elixir.
<318/318h 326/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Arigon has been slain in the Coliseum by Lord-General Drongon Vuh'uni, Blade of
the White Lion.
<318/318h 322/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You begin to bear down on Adanedhel, preparing to destroy him.
<318/318h 322/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 322/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 315/340m 690e 1487w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel crackles with blue energy that wreathes itself about his limbs.
<318/318h 315/340m 690e 1487w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
A surge of elation rushes through you as you realize that Adanedhel's fate is
sealed. With a roar of triumph, you whip your glaive at Adanedhel's neck,
slicing his head from his shoulders in a veritable fountain of dark red blood.
(((Adanedhel. HAS BEEN SLAIN!)))
You have slain Adanedhel.
Adanedhel leaves to the ether, subdued in the shadows.
strike.
<318/318h 322/340m 718e 1493w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his skin.
<318/318h 322/340m 718e 1493w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 322/340m 718e 1493w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
+++ RECOVERED BALANCE! +++
(B)<318/318h 315/340m 716e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
(BONE CRUNCHED!)
(BONE CRUNCHED!)
(BONE CRUNCHED!)
You strike the left leg of Adanedhel a mighty blow.
(((LEFT LEG MUTILATED AFTER 0 HITS!)))
Adanedhel's left leg has been mutilated.
<318/318h 315/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
[Trigger level set on 3.]
[All triggers, including affliction triggers, will have their suggestion sent.]
<318/318h 315/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> (drink mana) <(gor)>
You drink the last drop from a cedarwood vial.
------------- Mana elixir sipped: 120 sips remaining.
Your mind feels rejuvenated.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>unwield left
unwield right
wield tower
wield spear
secure wielded
trip adanedhel
You cease to wield a blackened warhammer.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You aren't wielding anything.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You are now holding a tower shield in your left hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You begin to wield a hunter's spear in your right hand. (secure wielded) (conceal weapons)
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> (wear cloak; conceal weapons) <(gor)>
You wrap thin strips of leather around your wrists and attach it to your (secure wielded)
wielded items.
<318/318h 340/340m 711e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel has already fallen to the ground.
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You are already wearing this item.
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You already have your weapons concealed. (conceal weapons)
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
(((Adanedhel SIPPED!)))
Adanedhel takes a drink from a wooden vial.
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>`s0
Chameleon off
Parry system is now offline.
unwield left
unwield right
wield tower
wield glaive
behead adanedhel
[Trigger level set on 0.]
[No trigger can cause anything to be sent.]
<318/318h 340/340m 709e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Sacred Soldier, Adanedhel Askare, Holy Diver says, "Seriously, grow up."
Sacred Soldier, Adanedhel Askare, Holy Diver says, "Be more gay, I beg you."
You cease wielding a tower shield in your left hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You cease wielding a hunter's spear in your right hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You are now holding a tower shield in your left hand.
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You begin to wield a black iron glaive in your right hand. (secure wielded) (conceal weapons)
<318/318h 340/340m 710e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You raise a black iron glaive over your head and begin to swing it in a wide
circle, gaining speed as you go.
<318/318h 340/340m 696e 1491w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 340/340m 696e 1491w <e-> <bd>> <(gor)>
+++ RECOVERED BALANCE! +++
(B)<318/318h 340/340m 696e 1491w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You may drink another healing elixir.
<318/318h 326/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Arigon has been slain in the Coliseum by Lord-General Drongon Vuh'uni, Blade of
the White Lion.
<318/318h 322/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
You begin to bear down on Adanedhel, preparing to destroy him.
<318/318h 322/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 322/340m 693e 1489w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel rubs some salve on his legs.
<318/318h 315/340m 690e 1487w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
Adanedhel crackles with blue energy that wreathes itself about his limbs.
<318/318h 315/340m 690e 1487w <eb> <bd>> <(gor)>
A surge of elation rushes through you as you realize that Adanedhel's fate is
sealed. With a roar of triumph, you whip your glaive at Adanedhel's neck,
slicing his head from his shoulders in a veritable fountain of dark red blood.
(((Adanedhel. HAS BEEN SLAIN!)))
You have slain Adanedhel.
Adanedhel leaves to the ether, subdued in the shadows.