"Ello ladies and gentelmen... and the rest of you. I'm Deer 'unter Aven, and taday we'll see tha mighty Slayer creepin up on a unsuspectin sucker. Hope you enjoy today's Stag Files"
"It's nearin dusk and 'er we see the mighty hunter stalking his prey! Holdin es sword at tha ready! Es poor prey won even see 'em comming!"
"Slowly, slowly, creepin behind tha well dressed sucker, who probably decided ta walk from tha hamlet by 'emself today..."
"With lightning quickness tha Mighty Slayer strikes!!!"
"Unfortunently for tha mighty hunter he dinna reccon on tha well dressed fop ta 'ave scale armor on under his coat... Or tha three guards trailing 'bout 50 meters down tha trail!!!"
"As soon as tha Mighty Slayer realized his mistake 'e dropped everythin and took off runnin down tha trail! Wow, look at em run!"
(side note)
"As you can probabbly see, tha brigand has excelent style in 'es running. Not only does 'e run fast but his armor is quite light, alowin him more speed... Now back to tha action as the hunter is now the hunted!"
(back to the action)
"Now as you can see, tha brigands persuers don't give up easy, and can run pretty fast themselves. But fortunently for tha mighty hunter of man the sun is now setting..."
(sun sets--side note)
"Now, as you can see, it is very dark. That means that it is much much harder for anyone to find anyone else... Now watch as the guards light torches and find him!"
(cut to the guards finding him)
"Now, here is his mistake. As you know, he is a fast runner; which is good for his escape. But our brigand has made one critical error... As we saw earlier, he dropped his pack, with his torch, so that he might get away easier... Now, we all know high speed, no light, and trees are a sure mixture for disaster!"
(brigand jumps from behind a tree after being discovered and sprints into the woods, just breaking the tree line and is closelined by a stout branch)
"Now that tha brigand is unconsious he will be dragged back to tha hamlet and killed. Well, thats tha world for ya, but 'e was indeed a fine specimine..."
You know, "craft imms" sounds like a bunch of imms basket weaving-or a new macaroni and cheese shape-
"NEW CRAFT IMMS MACARONI AND CHEESE!" "NOW CRAFT HAS YOUR FAVORITE MACARONI IN IMMORTAL SHAPES!'
"NOREEN, CECIL, REVUS AND REGINLEIF AND COMING SOON, THE WEBMASTER!!!!"
An ambitious young man travels many leagues to find a famous Sage. He eventually tracks him down in the warmth and comfort of a tavern in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere in particular.
"Great sage, I am so pleased to meet you at last" says the young man. "I have traveled far in the hope that you could teach me the Secret".
"The Secret hey? says the Sage. "How about you buy me a drink and I'll see what I can do for you".
The young man reluctantly digs up a few coins for a beer for the Sage, coins earned by endless killing of creatures and barbarians and selling their skins and loot. He is so close to that complete set of Khuzan armor her can almost taste it.
They settle down into a booth in the quiet corner of the tavern. "Can you teach me the Secret?" asks the young man.
"Exactly what secret is that" says the Sage, before draining the beer in one long, thirsty draft.
"Dee-Wield" says the young man, somewhat taken aback that the Sage needed to ask. He gives the Sage a disappointed look but does not give up hope.
The Sage ponders for a moment with the gravitas only a Sage can muster in cogitation. "I can teach you the Secret of the world, if you have ears to listen" he says.
The young man does not bother to conceal his disappointment or his contempt. "It will have to do. I should get something in return for my generous gift to you".
The Sage smiles gently and nods. "In this world, tis not the destination, but the journey that matters".
With that the Sage leans back in his booth with the satisfaction of a job well done. Very slick, very sage-like if he says so himself.
The young man nods knowingly for a moment then reaches over and slashes the Sage's throat from ear to ear. A quick rummage around the corpse reveals five shiny silver coins. "At last" he mutters as he quietly sidles from the booth, then out of the tavern into the night. "Just enough for that Khuzan armor".
Someone blinks.
>look
It is dark.
"Was that you?"
"Was what me?"
Someone blinks.
>look
It is dark.
"Will you stop blinking already? You're creeping me out."
"I wasn't blinking, you were."
Someone blinks.
>set run >e >e >e
"Dolithor, Dolithor I can't enter thee, For at the clashof swords I'm sure to flee. Balgashang, Balgashang have your maces for hire, But who wants to live in eternal burning fire? Talagaad, Talagaad so strong in frosty clime, I don't want to spend eternity getting killed all the time. Valon, Valon with your fields of fertile dream, Working in cow manuer is enough to make me scream. Araka-Kalai, Araka-Kalai on Harn you do dwell, Aye your close to us but what of the smell? Harsa-Navla, Harsa-Navla holy place of darkness deep, You can keep your city of shadows and its eternal sleep. Urbrath, Urbrath of the insane lord of darkness and dread, All of your minions spend forever as undead! Crimson Chamber, Crimson Chamber lovely with ladies bare, And I can ensure you you will find no danger there. Seven veils of lust and fun, My life though over has really just begun. Food and flesh and gold and song, Surrounded forever by smooth legs so soft and so long!" An unamed, but enthusiastic worshipper of (take a guess)
Shouldering his wooden round shield as the wood groans from another heavy blow from the weighty paw of an aklash, young Timis grins cockily over at his short statured friend. "I'm not sure which smells worse Gilis, this or that stew you made last night!" exclaimed Timis as he hits the aklash with a glancing blow with his shortsword. "Oiy lad, it be ya own pits ya smelling. Donnit ya hu-man folk eva take to tha water ta bathe?" said the heavily bearded Khuzan as he chopped the aklash a vicious blow with his battle axe. Dodging to the side, stabbing at the weakening aklash with firm thrusts Timis retorts, "You stew smelt like you bathed in it then fed me the water to drink!" Twisting in a sudden burst of speed, the Khuzan Gilis slipped under the aklash's reared head, swing his axe up to bite deep into the aklash's neck, almost severing the head, killing the best. Jumping back before the thing could land on him, he leaned on his large, two-handed battle axe grinning at Timis. "Ya keep spoutin' tha' lip boy, and it'll be aklash stew fer dinna tanight!". exclaimed the Khuzan, pointing at the dying aklash. Making a face, Timis turned to walk back towards the caravan, silent. Gilis with a grin trotted up to the young man to walk beside him. Looking down at the dwarf, Timis asked, "You staying on for the charity assignment in Olokand?" Gilis looking at Timis with a surprised expression, "Aye, but since when did ya botha ta stick around and help farma's rebuild dere farms?" Grinning, a mouth full of teeth, Timis replied, "Since I remember that farm the last time I went through, and the farmers two very cute daughters. Twins I believe." The last thing the aklash saw as it died was the man and the dwarf walking away from where it lie, laughing. Their black tabards covered in gore from the fight, but still plain as day could be seen the embroidered rose on the backs, marking them as men from The Company of the Black Rose. Not that the aklash knew any such thing.
"The night air was freezing, it blew by in gusts large enough to knock a war-horse over. Standing, in the trail to Coranan, in complete and utter darkness, she stood. Her blade was drawn and her buckler held in ready position. She stood like a toll guard on the route, the inky blackness surrounding her and she waited, quietly, motionless. She didn't feel the cold, her skin was as hard as rock, protected by the war-lord's pride. There was a small twitch, it was feeble at best but echoed through her ears like the dull bells that summon those to the balefire rituals. A warrior, some savage no doubt, with green clay streaked across his face, he moved silently across the route, trying to make his way into the forest across the way. But he was spotted, and he would pay. She moved through the darkness, not caring for the noise she created, her eyes piercing the dark with ease, her magical senses giving her the vision this tribal didn't, couldn't posses. This was her third night out on the trail, and every soul she sent to Balgashang was like a silver pence, paying her way to the reaper's side. The barbarian was quick to react to such movement, the clinking of her scale and ring moving quickly in his direction. He spun around thrusting his spear out into the darkness, she was still about three feet away from its tip, but she smiled at his judgment ability. Sidestepping the man's attack she moved quickly, before he had time to readjust her first blow had landed. It struck him hard across the back, leaving a trail of blood as she withdrew. The blood glowed like fire to her, glistening in a way only she could see. The tribal's assumptions now confirmed, he whistled loudly the shrill of his voice rising into the air and stretching far into the woods, she knew help would come for him, it was only a matter of time; time he didn't have. Her blows struck well and quickly, as his fell and missed. Soon he was down, dead on the route of salt. She could see the torches in the distance, tribals, about five of them banded together hunting for their comrade. It was too late. She quietly recited the bond, to take this soul to Agrik's palace, and as her soul vibrated with Agrik's holy word, the band of Tulwyn drew near. She stood after completion and sneered at them in disgust. They looked down at their brother, then at her, and rushed! That battle was a wonderful one, blade meets axe and spear, her scale glinting off the torch light, the high of battle was all about her as her heart raced and her blood burned. Soon she was surrounded by the glistening blood of her fallen, covered in the flow of crimson, some her's, some there's. The right of passage took a few minutes to perform but soon the souls were on their way to the city of war and she would join them, as a master of slaves. Oh yes, there would be many more hunts."
The Morgathian Priest slipped along the country side, warily looking about himself as he paced along. He had taken to hunting the little gargun warriors North of the Silver Way, and the tribesman who lived further of the North/South rod there off of it called Noron's Way. Wolves and other aggressive beasts also made their home here. This was a chaotic place, with death always around the corner, and nothing who had lived long here being unsuspecting. This was a good place for a Morgathian to quench his lust for blood and killing. Too much time amongst the moronic drivel in Tashal had wetted his desire for blood and murder for too long. The alley trash and the peonian priest he had murdered had made him feel good, but there was too much risk involved and he could not be caught as a Morgathian... *SNAP*
Head whirling around, the priest hunched low, looking for the beast that had snapped the twig taking him from his thoughtful ponderings. There, behind that tree was a red gargun watching him, a scout by the looks of it. Not waiting for it to alert any friends it may have, the priest charged sword high. Quickly removing the gargun from its life, he glanced about to determine if all was clear. Not seeing anything, he continued his way northward, a couple leagues east of the road. Just returning to his ponderings proved to be a mistake, as he unwittingly walked into a small pack of wolves, totaling four in number. Sword swinging, and curses flaring around him, the sound of the battle also called a gargun whom decided that it would be better to first attack the man before the wolves. The battle raged on for seemingly hours, the priests sword being lifted slower and swung with less strength with every blow he fell. Finally he stood before a pile of wolf and gargun bodies, looking down at the blood and carnage before him. Sitting in the middle of the bodies he rested, smiling down at his own wounds. Letting himself rest even deeper, he enjoyed the feeling of the pain that slowly coursed its way through his body. Unknowing the time was coming for his own ending. He was still in a deep daze when they wyern stomped in, lured by the smell of blood and death on the wind. The priest stood quickly, attempting run, knowing he would never be a match for the scaled beast. Not quick enough, slowed by his many wounds, he had just gotten to his feet when he felt the barbed tip of the beasts tail pierce through the back of his scale breastplate, placing its poison into his blood. Screaming a cure, the priest ripped himself off the beasts tail and ran for cover, taking a nasty blow from one of the beasts claws in the process. The wyvern chose not to pursue the man, and instead began to gorge itself on the mutilated bodies of the beasts the man had already fallen.
The priest ran several leagues and leaned against a tree to check to see if his retreat was successful. See that is was, he reached into his pack, pulling out a vial of smelly goo. The poison was racing through his veins, the fast pumping of his heart only speeding its process. With already numbing hands and arms, he ripped the breastplate from his back, and did hid best to smear the goo on the wound. He could feel the soothing cure work its way though his body, slowing the spread of the poison, but only slowing it. He needed more! scrambling back into his armor he began weakly trying to make it to Odo's. Perhaps someone there would be able to help him. Falling to his knees, then finally his belly he made it to the last turn in the road, dragging himself as his legs had stopped too function at all. And finally his arms did and with his last bit of strength, he rolled himself over and stared up at the sky. A black shape, like a curtain of deepest night, slowly clouded over his vision. His last thought, a maniacal one, was the wondering if there was ale in the place he was going to now...
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Finally, what he deserved. He looked around the platform, the mob chanting, almost in a blind frenzy. He knew this day would one day come, but so soon?
He stood there between the three guards. A wiry man of average height wearing black pants and a loose black shirt, standing in the middle of three huge men, two flanking him and one behind. Of course he knew they were there almost purely for show, he knew that any determined persons could easily get past them and slit his throat or with some luck he could probably kill one and escape with his equipment, if he had his equipment. He turned his eyes toward the crowd, peering out of a face so scarred with burns and cuts even an aklash would find revolting.
The man named Drax stood before the gallows, a slight smirk on his face.
He began to speak, the noise from the crowd quickly died down. "Listen to me, Kaldor will no longer live in fear! The common man may now walk the roads in peace and assurance that they will not become a victim! No longer will the wealthy live off the misfortune and suffering of the poor!" The scrawny disfigured man raised his arms high, holding up his index and middle fingers on each hand. "People of Kaldor I pledge to you, NO NEW TAXES!"
The crowd roared, cheering his name. Drax then stepped to the side of the gallows and motioned for the crowd to quite down. "But now, as my first duty as newly elected president we must deal with some..." Drax seemed cough as he put his fist in front of his mouth for a moment. "Unpleasant business. Bring forth the first batch of prisoners!"
Chained and shackled five rag clad people were shoved onto the platform, one woman the rest were men. The first a short man with a gimpy leg followed by the tall, strongly built woman. Behind her an athletically built man who was followed closely by a bald headed man and a man with red braids. The wiry man looked each prisoner in the eye. "For crimes against the Kingdom. For inciting riots and revolt against the Kingdom of Kaldor... FOR TREASON! I sentence you all to death!" The crowd roared wildly, chanting for the execution to commence...
...............................Three month later..............................
Drax sat at a large hardwood desk pondering as he toyed with a sharply pointed knife with the handle set at a ninety degree angle from the blade. He sighed putting the blade away and looking toward his new trophy wall and began to examine the embalmed heads of various people. Just as he was begging to relax a knock came at the door, followed by a gruff voice asking for admittance. Drax quickly slipped out of his seat drawing one of his katars and headed for the door.
Opening the door he discovered his two guards frowning at a fairly well beaten man wear the tabard of a Kaldorian soldier. Drax quickly ushered them in and the man began to speak weakly. "Sir I apologize! We lost the tax money we collected in Kiban! It was the fop and his men sir! He was dressed in red... Like an apple!" The man began to sob and before Drax could respond another soldier ran in.
The soldier spoke frantically, "Sir! Tha tax monies frem Flamberg sir! They were stole by tha fop! He was dressed in bright red... Like a cherry! He had more then tw--" Before the soldier could finish another soldier burst covered with blood.
The third soldier spoke quickly, "Sir! The taxes from Elesunda was stolen by the fop Sir! He was dressed in dark red... Like a raspberry!"
Drax hollered at the soldiers, "WHAT!? RED LIKE AN APPLE? A CHERRY?? A RASPBERRY?!?! WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME???? YOU WERE ROBBED BY A FRUIT!? IS THAT IT? IS THAT WHAT YOUR TELLING ME!?"
The soldiers looked quietly at each other, terror in their eyes.
Drax continued on, "And where is the rest of your patrols?" All three soldiers said "Dead" at the same time. He frowned and turned to his personal guards, "Have them debriefed by the witc-- err... priestess. And bring me my election manager, and tell Mel to--" Suddenly everything began to become blury, slowly fading to blackness...
Drax awoke on his back looking up into the sky, his head throbbing. He muttered quietly as he began to sit up. A half burned torch laying at his side, he began to look around into the darkness. Where was he... Where were his guards??? It all began to come back to him, and he cursed Larani under his breath. This would be the last time he went bear hunting near a cliff at night. He began to remember his delusion blinking slowly he muttered, "What is a 'president'... And who's Mel???" Drax shook his head, and began limping his way back to his hideout.
MuHAHAHA!!!!
A group of tribesmen went down to Trobridge to meet someone. The meeting took place and the group decided to walk back home. A certain individual led the group. Not really slow minded he thought, that it would be of advantage to hide his face, so if some bad guy comes 'round he couldn't be recognized - wear cowl - you wear a wolf headed cowl on your head. About an hour or two (IC) he spots a lone wolf close to the road, a victim ! He tells his friends and they decide to kill the wolf - hell what a fight will this be !! They enter the square and the wolf attacks.... the next thing I realize is that 2 out of five of my friends attack me !!! ooc Hey don't use 'attack wolf' I'm wearing a wolf headed cowl !!! The strongest PC in the group starts attacking the first PC who attacked me - looks like someone had a guard on my buddy ... A *pc*'s eyes dart around looking for a chance to escape - successful the second pc flees, took some good hits from his friends, too....BTW fighting - Where's the wolf? The wolf sat down and watched the fight, really enjoying the show. Finally all of the remaining players were able to coordinate their actions and slew the wolf. Some time later their two friends who fled came back. one of them REALLY close to death. Afterwards I threw my wolf cowl away.
Oh yes, been afraid. Been very afraid! Once I was helping a certain someone and got separated. That someone was headed towards an alley. I arrived later and after much debate headed down the alley to see if they needed help. They were not there. But the 3 men who were hiding were there. Well, fight, fight, flee, flee. I got out fairly unharmed and decided to try to run in and see if they were there. I didn't make it out that time so easy. I was hurt real bad (man those knives were sharp!) but finally fled. One of the alley thugs followed me out into the street! I was not safe as I had thought! Slashes you, slashes you. You miss. I'm in Awful shape, get milky potion pouch. Slash slash. You miss. Quaff mil... Slashes you in the body and you fall unconscious. you are bleeding and will die soon if not aided. "*7**7*&^&^%"! Beseech "Ilvir heal my wounds!" Suddenly my bleeding stops. You hear someone's death cry. A guard hauls you off your feet. "That was stupid!" he says. Nods. Am tossed in gaol. I'm not sure if an Imm was just in a good mood or responding to my beseech, but it was divine enough for ol' Keat! Aye, my heart was beating real good on that one.. By the way, said person I was helping had been and gone already. Say le` Keat.
I remember that once, in other incarnation, I was with certain auburn-haired mercenary of some repute, hunting gargun in Noron's way. We were buff guys, you know, we killed about twenty gargs before heading back to the city. Well, the pair of hardened vets were treading back to the well-earned ale when they stumble upon a corpse of a soldier. Corpse wasn't looted, so we found it rather strange. Anyway, the guys keep walking and they find another corpse. They think this is pretty strange and start walking with more haste to inform such happening. They stop to get mv's back and suddenly:
A huge winged lizard with a barbed sting enters from the north.
Both hardened guys panic and one begins typing "s" like crazy. Ten rooms away they OOC about how scared they were. Both of them almost pissed their pants : )
Once...my first character, decided it was time again to wander out of the city to forage for berries to sell. It was a morning in the game, a lazy boring Sunday afternoon for me. She would go find stuff, sell it and buy bread for the beggars. It was just what she did. On the way out, she came across Baeran, and returned a key she found. So she happily skips out the north gate with her basket. Going east into the nice peaceful Kald Valley, she stops to look around....never know when some mean wolf might be close by. Scan north. Nearby you see the corpse of a dead fawn, far away you see a wolf-cowled person.... Uh oh... This isn't a good thing... set run...oops typed wrong... E... E... A wolf cowled man prays to morgath... E..EE..EE you fall into a deep sleep. Wake ..Wake ..Wake...you wake up..it is pitch black...uh oh...this can't be happening...why would anyone want to hurt me?....E..E..E.. remove bnid..oops...remove blind...S..S.. you fall into a deep sleep... hp 70....wake...Beseech peoni please help me..wake..wake.. hp 52...wake..hp 23..wake... beseech peoni Help!!!...wake.. hp 2... beseech peoni Please Help!!...you cannot beseech while you are unconscious...The dead room pops up.
peace
Then there was the time that I discovered that you CANNOT abbreviate the command to hitch a horse and started a fight with my mare right outside the danged Lion....
>hit horse
Uh.. And then had the nerve to be completely bewildered when an imm finally showed up, unarrested me, and peaced out the room. And then I did the exact same thing a second time, as I still hadn't figured it out. At least I figured it out after the same imm showed up and fixed everything AGAIN. I'm not that quick on the uptake sometimes...
Yanna's typist
Here is a good one....
The exploring tribesman enters a cave, lights his torch and behold, garguns everywhere! Put out that torch and run! OK... out... whew... now sneak back into the cave, now hide. Sneak, hide... what's in here anyway? Hey this is a mine shaft, I'll just step a little further in and.... d'oh! Didn't see that hole.. I'm falling... still falling... still falling... oh look the ground isn't it.... -THUMP-. A little later he wakes up, looks around bleary eyed, his head pounding. What the... hey those spiders look kind of big, poisonous I bet. I'll just sneak out of here. Ooo.. a river, I can swim out to safety. This cave is really dark you know, and ain't know way I could climb back out. Ok I'll swim to the... hrmm.. right...swimming, swimming. swimming... dead end. Well no big deal I can swim back and rest and try the other way. Ok resting.. any of those spiders coming this way? No? Cool! Ok... Hey look whats this, a funny looking sword. The damn metal skins leave their trash in the funniest places. Well I am swimming and don't need it weighing me down, thin blade or not. Ok lets swim... swimming swimming swimming... almost out of breath... uh oh... WHEW! AIR!!! d'oh! its the sewage shaft for the gargun settlement above! This stinks! Ok got lungs full of dirty air lets go. Ok swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming... I'm going to die soon... lungs aching, can't turn back never make it. Swimming, swimming... DEAD END!
Another time a a couple of companions and I were exploring. We had decided that we wanted a bear skin, LOL. Well we found one bear, and near buy were two others... that was a bit of a shock.. but being intrepid lads we thought this year we could get this bear. So Boldly we advanced.
The fight with the bear was going fine, then my companions needed to withdraw. As the fight continued we had reduced the bear so that he looked pretty awful. It was at that time that a band of gargun decided they wanted both the bear and me for dinner. I met back up with one of my companions to find one companion was missing.. and we could hear him calling. So quaffing one of them healing drafts we set off to help our friend. killed many many gargun before I was forced again to withdraw to the agreed meeting place.
Our companion was found dead and we, well we were mighty cut up and lucky to be alive. Ahh, it is a harsh land.
How about a trajedy?
A certain armored individual is walking along the road one day when said person notes a place in the river where he can cross. Curious he scans across the river and notes nothing on the other side, but thinks there may be something further along to explore. Being a bright lad he takes off his armor and all heavy items, because you can't swim with those on, right? Correct, any idiot knows that. He safely stows them on this side of the river in a bag.
Prepared now to swim he leaps into the water and is informed that he is swimming desperately. Better get a move on to the other side I guess. Gets a ways along and sees his movs are almost gone and the river is desperately trying to kill him. Not very sporting. Dragging himself, barely alive, out of the river this good lad gets a brief moment to look back across the river that nearly killed him, when he sees he has three strangers on this side of the bank to greet him.
Three wolves. Needless to say, this poor lad could not flee with no movs and could not fight the wolves with no weapons or armor. He died quite terribly. Harshlands claims another curious young person ...
Lets go talk with that other tribe over there, spark relations and friendships... went great lets go home...
Hey watch out for that aklash! d'oh!... ok you all run I'll hold him until you are out... no don't stay and fight, run! Run.. no don't come back run away! run awargh..... *drops to the ground dead after the last vicious blow from the aklash* (side note: everyone else did finally run and live to see another day)
Must hold off Aklash while friend flees! Ouch, this hurts a lot! flee This is really starting to hurt bad! Why won't I flee? You drop your sword. You flee. Ugh! No sword, 3HP. get amber pouch; quaff amber set run rest That should be far enough away. Must get up and find friend. stand get knife pouch; wield knife Only have a sharp knife. scan, move, scan, move, etc. Ack! I didn't see that vlasta. You finish off a vlasta. You hear a vlasta's death cry. Look for friend some more. Friend finds me. Friend has my sword. BDFT finds us and asks what's the matter. Tell BDFT there's an aklash. BDFT goes after aklash. We get back to city. I was in pain for a great number of days.
BDFT <big dumb fighter type>
Hmmm. . . not many good ones. *L* There was the time a certain ex Sindar took a certain intrepid bard out to see the sights and it got dark. He suggested she put her lamp out and walk a certain way, assuring her it was safe. Being the intrepid bard she was, she did it, heck, he could see where she was going, well, she did as he said. . .walked a few and the next thing she knew was regaining consciousness at the bottom of a cliff! *L* Not so bad except she'd fallen into a family of vlasta, normally not a problem, but they had started to try and get dinner while she was dead to the world. Luckily she was hell on wheels with her daggers and by the time the ex Sindar got there they were dead. *L* Good thing seeing as how he wasn't much use in a fight. *L*
Why can't someone tell a good Hl memory? I like to read those while the lag is bugging me. I got one for you here, not to funny, but I sure will remember it:
We where to leave this town, we had been living in for a little while. At the appointed time for leaving one of the members in the group sat link dead in a tavern. We waited for a while, got sick of it after a few hours and after a few more we decided that he was drunk and needed help...-subdue-
To minimize the trouble we trick the patrolling city guards into our room and locks em inside there. Then we subdue the bouncer, I get to stay and hold him while the others take the drunkard north. I give the key for our room to the inn keeper and apologize for the trouble, and then I let his guard go and run like a north.. From there we dodge our way through guards out from the town. We were now kind of *wanted* there. Anyways, half way home I type 'inv' and realize I gave the inn keeper the wrong key, I gave him the one to our home, our only key. *cackle* ; Say can I borrow your cloak? ; hood ; sneak ; sneak ; sneak ; hide , sneak ; hide; steal key inn keeper: You fail! Bouncer - May the law rain down on you criminal! buries his club in your head! flee hood ; hood ; sneak s ; hide; steal key innkeeper. You pilfer a key! A surly bouncer stares at you - criminal! Splatt tjong gjoff Flee flee flee set sprint.
Well, my blood pressure and my shaking knees made the little thief speak strange for a few hours, as the keys did things I didn't need to order them to. But what the hell, a few typos is nothing if you get away with 5 hp and are ready to meet a new morning sun with the same old char.
My best memory is from way back, long ago. HL was the first mud I played and this was before my imming time. I and several others were supposed to investigate the sewers of Tashal in search of a evil temple said to be there. We enter the sewers, me the thief, a knight, a khuzdul and two or three other fighters and a few guard mobs. We sneak around in the darkness, and wouldn't you know, evil priests don't like it when people sneak around in their sewers. Specially not when you are champions of good...well, sort of. So, in a short while the party gets split up by several attacks and I get separated from my friends. I gets an idea. "Hmmm. If I put out this torch, they cant see me, and I can still feel my way around the sewers..", well, I soon found out that priests around these parts know magic. Now, they could see me perfectly but I couldn't see them. So, they corner me in a dead end and I reccon I am done for. I have a long, and quite scary, conversation with one of them and I am then given a message to bring back to the others. I think this chase through the sewers is the only time I have been really, truley, totally into a MUD like that. There was nothing else, just the chase, my beating heart and the smell off...well...you know. I remember a few other hunts, battles and chases, but none were as good as that.