Nawain/Logs/20260416

[The Gnautical Fortress, Cabin] (**)

In this oddly shaped room, the hull curves in on each side, meeting at the bow of the ship. A small table is bolted to the decking on one side of the room and a hammock is hung from the walls on the other side.

You also see a door.

Ship paths: none.

You are Enelne's Champion Nawain Augtaire, Sfarns del Dzive of Siksraja, a Rakash Cleric.

You have a high-cheekboned kite-shaped face with an inexorable streak of splaying black veins spreading along the neck, delicate ears accented by some Ilithic applewood-carved gatekeeper butterflies dangling upon leather cords, star-flecked abyssal black eyes and a freckled nose. Your abyssal black-streaked ginger hair is hip length and frizzy with Katamba-black tips, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. You have pale skin dusted with a constellation of freckles and a coltish figure.

You are tiny for a Rakash.

A luminous lavender butterfly graced by prismatic lilac moonsilver wings floats lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.

You appear to be an underdog.

Whimsical gnarled truegold branches are embellished with dozens of delicate filigree butterflies, each paper-thin form awash in a golden nimbus of light. The vibrant blue-green wings of a massive Enelne's Eye rest just above your eyes.

Your right palm has a tattoo of a stylized butterfly sketched in thick inky black lines.

A luminous orb formed by a starry murder of crows hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.

You are in good shape.

You are wearing a finely wrought truegold shoulder necklace flaunting a large Enelne's eye, a delicate abyssal tursa turinstil alight with burning scarlet goldfyre, a high-collared bitterweave longcoat lined with Katamba-black nightsilk, an hourglass corset of black scalene beaded with obsidian feather filigree, a grey leather armband adorned with onyx carvings, a substantial ka'hurst signet ring set with a goldenglow glaes intaglio crest, a polished asini oath ring graced with a large glittering avene, a layered skirt of shredded nightsilk wrapped in a trio of tursa hip chains and some low-heeled boots made of shadowed Katamba-black witchweft.

You sit down.

[General][Saph] I will head back to Crossing, to make sure this was no distraction for a surprise attack.

Knight of Chaos Davrion's group came out of a door.

Ophiliah smiles at you.

You smile.

It has been 456 years, 65 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

It is the 2nd month of Ka'len the Sea Drake in the year of the Bronze Wyvern.

It is currently spring and it is night.

You're positive it's 14 roisaen after the Anlas of Asketi's Hunt.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh, hullo!

Ophiliah says, Good morning.

Ophiliah says, Oh its night.

You giggle.

Ophiliah says, I just woke up myself.

Davrion quietly says, Ello ello.

Ophiliah says, Since the last time we saw each other.

You nod to Ophiliah.

You stand back up.

You rub your head.

You ask in a Rakash accent, How's the weather out there?

Davrion quietly says, Armor is not rusting so not raining at least.

Davrion appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Ophiliah says, Join up. we can go check.

You laugh!

You nod.

Ophiliah is already following Davrion!

You join Davrion's group.

You glance up at the sky.

The sky has a few scattered clouds in it.

Katamba is unobscured by clouds.

Xibar is below the horizon.

Yavash is unobscured by clouds.

Roundtime: 5 sec.

(Nawain's eyes unerringly find Katamba and she smiles.)

You say in a Rakash accent, Ohh, those stars. Gods above, I missed them.

Davrion begins to lecture Ophiliah on the proper use of the Brawling skill.

Ophiliah begins to listen to Davrion teach the Brawling skill.

You glance at Ophiliah. Her features are hard to make out.

You ask Davrion in a Rakash accent, She really does like brawling, hunh?

Davrion grins at you.

Davrion quietly says, Can't get enough of it.

Ophiliah says, I like it as much as i like stabbing things.

You giggle.

Ophiliah grins.

You stretch your arms. Feels great!

You say in a Rakash accent, Is it still winter..? I.. hunh. I really have no idea what day it is.

You frown.

Davrion quietly says, Spring now.

You nod.

Davrion quietly says, Or as I prefer to call it rusting armor season.

You grin at Davrion.

You ask Davrion in a Rakash accent, Surely an important Paladin like you has a squire to keep it oiled and dry?

Davrion chuckles.

You whisper to Davrion and Ophiliah, OOC: Cambin's on the dock

You leave the group.

Davrion quietly says, I don't take squires. none i've met who wish it are worthy.

Davrion quietly says, Be right back.

You nod.

The bandages binding Ophiliah's right hand soak through with blood as it begins bleeding again.

Knight of Chaos Davrion moves aft.

The bandages compressing Ophiliah's right hand fall apart, and the bruising and discoloration spreads.

You see Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah of Elanthia, an Elf.

You cannot make out all of her features with the clothing she is wearing.

She has a severely swollen and shattered right hand which appears completely useless compounded by an ugly stump for a right hand.

She is bleeding with widespread discoloration in the right hand and very badly from the right hand.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh! You're wounded!

Ophiliah says, Could you kindly tend me.

Ophiliah takes a seat.

Knight of Chaos Davrion's group just arrived.

You work carefully at tending her wounded right hand.

Doing your best, you are able to stop the bleeding.

Roundtime: 1 sec.

Cambin exclaims, Greetings!

You ask Ophiliah in a Rakash accent, Can I fix it for you?

You smile at Cambin.

You wave to Cambin.

Cambin smiles at you.

You ask in a Rakash accent, H'lo, vrali! You come from the bath house?

Cambin exclaims to you, Nice to see you, rasa. I swam the river!

Davrion quietly says, Armor's gonna rust.

Cambin gets a plush blue towel embroidered with the image of a duck from inside his onyx-hide haversack.

Davrion looks at Cambin, obviously trying not to grin.

Cambin vigorously rubs his body with a plush blue towel embroidered with the image of a duck, drying himself off as much as possible.

You say to Ophiliah in a Rakash accent, I promise, they're just remedies, not poisons...

You see Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah of Elanthia, an Elf.

She has a severely swollen and shattered right hand which appears completely useless compounded by an ugly stump for a right hand.

She is bleeding with widespread discoloration in the right hand.

You pinch a portion of jadice unguent from the case.

You rub some of the jadice unguent on Ophiliah.

That was the last of the unguent.

You pinch a portion of yelith tonic from the case.

You rub some of the yelith tonic on Ophiliah.

That was the last of the tonic.

Cambin squeezes a wet blue towel, wringing out a stream of water.

[General][Sheearyn] Locksmith Union healer off-duty. Thanks to everyone who came by, and to the defenders of the west gate.

Cambin puts his towel in his onyx-hide haversack.

You see Cambin, an Elf.

Cambin has an oval face, pointed ears, gold-flecked brown eyes and a straight nose. His brown hair is short and straight, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin and a lean build.

He is tall for an Elf.

He appears to be young.

He is clean shaven.

His left wrist has a tattoo of the words Trust No One beneath the image of a snake slithering out from a pair of lips.

He is radiating a holy golden aura marbled with indistinct shadows.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black great helm, a gwethdesuan, a hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain, a pitted heraldic knackstone set within loimic teardrops, an intricate steel cylinder seal wrought with a rosebud, a black cloak clasped with a fiercely clawed lions paw carved from ivory, a diamondique potato trinket, a palladium pilgrim's badge etched with the crest of the Paladins' Guild, a lumpy bundle bound by a braided bundling rope, a slouchy onyx-hide haversack secured with a glassy obsidian pinion feather slung over the shoulder, an embroidered nightmare black spidersilk tool bag with a tarnished dira clasp, a sturdy spidersilk armor pack supported by a steel frame, a long-sleeved black linen tunic, some blood-red field plate, a heavy cambrinth armband shaped like a charging mongoose, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a black tower shield, a small steel skinning knife with a leather-wrapped hilt, a gleaming steel armguard gilded with knotwork laurel, some steel spiked knuckles with a tempered finish, some black heavy plate sleeves, a smoky soulstone boggle ring, a gold ring, a deep black woolen gentleman's moneybelt clasped by a ruby dragon, a wide leather war belt with an agonite-inlaid gargoyle buckle, a red gem pouch, a hip pouch, a lockpick ring, a raven-black leather belt satchel with leather straps, a braided leather belt pack with a large cambrinth buckle stamped Defender of Justice, some straight-legged black leather pants, a thin black wicker basket with leather straps, a narrow faelight leather archer's quiver adorned with knarn fur, some weighted steel footwraps inlaid with golden scales and a pair of jet-black boots with low heels.

You see Knight of Chaos Davrion Van'dahurst, Joustmaster, a Human.

Davrion has an angular face, pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a straight nose. His brown hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn shaved on the sides and pulled back into a ponytail. He has tanned skin and a massive build.

He is tall for a Human.

He appears to be venerable.

He has a tattoo of a seven-sided snowflake on his neck.

He is in good shape.

He is holding an elegant diamond-hide almanac bearing a platinum Estate Holder's crest in his right hand.

He is wearing a jet black damite armet shaped like a howling wolf's head, some burnished everdusk damite full plate embellished with scorpion diamonds, an effervescent eddy of honey-hued light captured by a sungold frame, a pair of burnished everdusk damite gauntlets embellished with scorpion diamonds and a white silk surcoat with the crest of the Paladins' Guild on the front.

Cambin says, Armor is always in danger of rust. Constant upkeep.

Davrion clasps Ophiliah's hand tenderly.

You see Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah of Elanthia, an Elf.

You cannot make out all of her features with the clothing she is wearing.

She has a severely swollen and deeply bruised right hand with odd protrusions under the skin compounded by a broken right hand with gaping holes.

She is bleeding with discoloration in the right hand.

She is wearing a black gem pouch, an oak parry stick with various faces swirling across its surface, some bloodvine thorn handwraps, some niniam scale gloves, a lumium ring helm, a coarse onyx-hide mask sealed with protective wax, some shadowleaf assassin's leathers tinged somber black, a haizeebo-reinforced sandskin buckler decorated with a vibrant oasis spring, some polished thin-edged zills with silvered esoteric filigree, a pair of cloudlake leather ankle boots with high diamondwood heels, a magnificent darkstone tiara arrayed with night diamond starbursts, a lockpick ring, an ice-white misiumosette lootpouch secured by a howling rimestone wolf, a honeycomb opal pendant suspended from a braided onyx hide cord, a coiled dragon idol meticulously carved from sprite bone, a piece of abyssal-black foil, a dark grey keyblank pocket, a wispy faesilk wrist purse artfully intertwined with aurora opal luck charms, a silversteel elongated teardrop bracelet strung with jet and ebony dangles, an extravagant tyrium engagement ring flaunting a Dalaeji black sapphire encircled by voilynes, an everdusk damite survival knife with a smokewood hilt, a pale pocket of glacial blue misiumosette with an icethorn dragon clasp, a dainty wristlet dangling with razaksel hurricane charms, a chaotic eddy of foggy white light trapped in a black damite cage, a weathered selatila yiamura with crooked spines of tidal bloodstone, an embossed weapon harness, a burnished gold badge carved with You had me at 'We'll make it look like an accident', a burnished brass badge painted with If I throw a stick, will you leave?, a dark green gardener's apron studded with bronze rivets, a smooth cloudlake leather corset laced with moonspun silk cording, a blackberry-hued berrybomb bast beret bedecked in bumblebee jasper beads, a lustrous kadepa chain of openwork stars, a lustrous kadepa bracer pierced with openwork stars, an umbral sanowret crystal set within a damite nightstalker unyn, a light spidersilk hip pouch stitched with a dragon ouroboros, an embroidered sleek black spidersilk tool bag with a tarnished dira clasp, a crystalline kyanite gwethdesuan, a hook-bladed steel wrist knife, a long leather thigh sheath tooled with a sundered ship, a heavy iron aegis ring covered with shesegri etchings, an elegant cloudlake leather satchel adorned with a moon pearl clasp, an onyx-hide thighband studded with ka'hurst rivets, a frilly heartstring lace garter buckled with a honeycomb opal, a wooden crate with a dark plum interior and a twisted brass grate, a rugged heavy khaddar rucksack with cloth straps, a boxy persimmon canvas tote with cougar-hide handles, a demonsbane leather quiver secured by polished bone buckles, a raspberry-hued berrybomb bast skirt layered over white petticoats, a woven girdle formed from platinum wire with blackwater jet beads, a twisted hexwood ring braided with black hair, a blackened iron eyebrow ring scored with diagonal slashes, a ghost-white cloak fastened by a muracite claw clutching a spherical blood ruby, a heavy khaddar haversack, a morgawr leather armband tooled with severed tentacles, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a hand-tooled highwayman's belt of black morgawr leather and some blackened steel knee spikes.

Cambin says, A paladin's curse.

Davrion reaches over and holds hands with Cambin.

Davrion reaches over and holds your hand.

You grin.

Cambin nods.

You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.

Cambin asks you, And how are you feeling today?

(Nawain rubs at her left wrist, idly chewing on her lip.)

Cambin smiles at you.

You say to Cambin in a Rakash accent, Less dizzy! I really should drink less.

You ponder.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Or more?

Davrion chuckles.

Davrion quietly says, Hard not to drink good mead when you have it.

You nod in agreement.

Cambin nods in agreement.

You say in a Rakash accent, And really, what's the harm? I'm not going anywhere... Worse that happens is one of you needs to drag me back to the cabin.

You giggle.

Davrion grins at you.

Cambin grins at you.

Cambin says, Hardly drag. Throw you right over one shoulder.

You grin at Cambin.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Like a sack of potatoes? The indignity!

Cambin laughs!

You say in a Rakash accent, My fragile ego would never recover.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Cambin says, No, no. With much more...er..dignity. Somehow.

You snicker.

You nod at Cambin, in complete agreement with his views.

You solemnly say in a Rakash accent, Dignified potatoes. Got it.

Davrion quietly says, A sack of potatoes with all the dignity and decorum due a Lady of standing.

Davrion appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Ophiliah leaps to her feet!

You giggle.

Davrion wraps his arms lovingly around Ophiliah, snuggling close.

Ophiliah eats a pot of hisan salve.

Ophiliah snuggles up to Davrion.

You say in a Rakash accent, Hrmph. Clouds.

You frown.

Cambin glances up at the sky.

Cambin says, A spring storm brewing, perhaps.

You say in a Rakash accent, Oo! I do like a good storm.

(Nawain brightens considerably at the prospect.)

Davrion glances up at the sky.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, We could go out on the sea! Those waves are amazing!

Davrion quietly says, I'll pass on the storm thanks.

You say in a Rakash accent, Aww.

You fidget nervously.

Ophiliah says, We can sail.

Cambin says, The open sea can understandably make a paladin a bit nervous.

Ophiliah says, This is a sturdy boat.

Cambin says, Sink like a stone.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Umm.. Is there anything that needs to be done? I mean... Ropes tidied? Sails s-sewn?

You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.

Cambin holds his hand up before his mouth and begins to cough, his shoulders shaking. Hope it's not contagious!

Ophiliah asks, Would you like to part crew?

You say in a Rakash accent, I want to help! I know how to do things.

Ophiliah beams!

Davrion designates Ophiliah as the new leader of the group.

Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah's group moves aft.

[You are aboard the Gnautical Fortress which is afloat in The Faldesu River facing north and is moored to the Middle Desu pier.]

[The Gnautical Fortress, Quarterdeck] (**)

In the middle of the quarterdeck is the ship's wheel mounted on a slightly higher platform. Shrouds, running from mast to cleats on the bulwark, are ran overhead along with sheets from the ship's rigging.

You also see Pilot Trimboltz, a hatch, the gaff topsail, the upper spanker, the lower spanker, the spanker mast, the ship's bell and a large spoked wheel.

Also here: Knight of Chaos Davrion and Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah.

Ship paths: forward.

Nearby in the water you see: Serenity (close: south), the Maelstrom (adjacent), the Skegikmewr (close: south), Rolling Thunder (close: south), Dragon's Last Dance (very far: south), the Star's Grace (adjacent), Treasure Seeker (adjacent), Mazrian's Last Dance (adjacent), the Maiden's Kiss (adjacent), the Bloodworm Comet (close: south), the White Water Paladin (close: south), the Black Storm (close: south), a sleek dark-wood cutter with crimson sails named the Midnight Ruby (close: south), the North Road Ferry dock (very far: south), the south bank (adjacent: south), the north bank (adjacent: north), Riverhaven (somewhat far: north), the Greater Fist (just over the horizon: south), the Middle Desu pier (adjacent), the Desu pier (close: south).

You wave to Pilot Trimboltz.

Pilot Trimboltz says, Very well, Mate, I will pilot the Gnautical Fortress to the pier at Tiger Clan.

Pilot Trimboltz says, We launch in 2 minutes.

Ophiliah grabs the bell's clapper rope and pulls on it sharply.

You hear the ship's bell ring out loudly, humming with a sweet resonance.

Ophiliah exclaims, Get working on that sail!

You laugh!

You nod.

Cambin raises his hand in a quick salute.

Ophiliah points at the gaff topsail.

Ophiliah exclaims, Adjsut the Topsail!

(Nawain kicks off her boots and scampers up the mast and into the riggings gleefully, obviously used to the heights.)

You take some low-heeled boots made of shadowed Katamba-black witchweft off your feet.

You put your boots in your slender rugursora.

You cackle!

Pilot Trimboltz calls out, Cast off!

The Gnautical Fortress appears busy with activity as sailors begin hoisting in the tie-lines.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to starboard.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading east.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Ophiliah grabs the bell's clapper rope and pulls on it sharply.

You hear the ship's bell ring out loudly, humming with a sweet resonance.

Cambin says to you, You're part squirrel.

Ophiliah glances at the crossjack.

Ophiliah exclaims, Well trimmed sirs!

Ophiliah leans against the mizzen mast.

(Nawain helps a sailor haul on the ropes nearest her, scurring back and forth across the top of the sail, laughing gaily.)

Ophiliah grins at you.

Ophiliah pats the fore course.

Davrion kisses Ophiliah on the nose.

Ophiliah says, Tighten that jib.

Ophiliah just kissed Davrion.

You exclaim to Cambin in a Rakash accent, Fox, sir! I'm part fox! Same difference, just re.. Aye aye!

You laugh!

Ophiliah says, Was yelling for the other crew and the pilot.

Ophiliah says, Keep them on their toes.

Ophiliah says, Reminds me i wanna have races with the boats some day.

(Nawain dives into helping with the next task, her wild hair a vermillion flag as she dashes about.)

Davrion quietly says, I tend to just let them do their jobs. especially since i know nothing about how to do them.

Davrion grins.

Ophiliah says, Me thinks Nawain likes the life of a Scalleywag.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Ophiliah squints at Pilot Trimboltz.

(Nawain hangs from the ropes, gazing towards the path of the ship, her grin huge even at a distance.)

Davrion gestures at Ophiliah.

Davrion stares intently at Ophiliah, stopping her in her tracks with his gaze.

Davrion hums to himself.

You giggle at Davrion.

Ophiliah is able to move again.

Cambin smirks.

Davrion grins at you.

Ophiliah glances at Davrion.

Cambin says, Don't see that one used very often.

Davrion quietly says, Gotta either IP or halt her daily.

Ophiliah says, He loves me.

You giggle.

Ophiliah wraps her arms lovingly around Davrion, snuggling close.

Davrion nods at Ophiliah, obviously agreeing with her views.

Ophiliah grins.

Ophiliah gets a sleek ka'hurst meteor hammer with twin star-shaped heads from inside her leather quiver.

Ophiliah whips her meteor hammer at Davrion. Davrion deftly sidesteps Ophiliah's meteor hammer.

Ophiliah snaps her fingers.

Davrion brushes his lips against Ophiliah's in a loving kiss.

Ophiliah says, One day.

Ophiliah puts her hammer in her leather quiver.

Davrion grins at Ophiliah.

Davrion quietly says, But not today.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oo! Violence!

Ophiliah grins.

You observe Ophiliah with fascination.

Cambin says, I hate Ice Patch with a fiery hatred. Those dratted ice hags.

You observe Davrion with fascination.

Ophiliah says, Love taps.

Davrion grins at Cambin.

You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.

Ophiliah grins at Cambin.

(Nawain gets a sly grin and begins tracing her tattoo.)

Ophiliah exclaims, Cambin!

Closing your eyes, you carefully bend some mana streams through the tattoo on your right palm.

The saturated tunnels in the tattoo form the foundation of a spell pattern. With this template in place, you begin preparing the Ice Patch spell.

That won't affect your current attunement very much.

Ophiliah asks, Is this your first sail with us?

You feel fully prepared to cast your spell.

Davrion quietly says, I find it immensely pleasurable to use a mages main spell against them.

Cambin exclaims, It is!

Ophiliah lets out a loud Huzzah!

You tap into the mana from sixty of the surrounding streams and attempt to keep it channeling in a stream around you.

Cambin asks, Will I be hazed?

Ophiliah says, We need booze.

You gesture at Cambin.

You contribute your harnessed streams to increase the pattern's potential.

A sheet of slippery ice forms beneath Cambin!

Cambin slips and falls forward, slamming his face on the ice.

Emotional pain and exhaustion lingers in your mind, even after you regain rational control.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to starboard.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading south.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You hum to yourself.

Ophiliah is giggling at you.

Davrion grins at you.

(Nawain whistles innocently.)

Ophiliah says, Consider you hazed with ice.

Cambin says, Oof.

Cambin gasps and regains control of his breathing.

Davrion quietly says, I saw nuthin....he tripped.

Cambin sits up.

Ophiliah says, A refreshing drink.

You giggle.

Davrion touches the tattoo on his neck and closes his eyes in concentration.

Davrion gestures at Ophiliah.

A sheet of slippery ice forms beneath Ophiliah!

Ophiliah slips and falls forward, slamming her face on the ice.

Davrion studies his diamond-hide almanac closely.

Cambin says, I've been waiting for the order to splice the mainbrace.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Davrion puts his almanac in his carryall.

Cambin says, Sun over the yardarm and all.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Davrion hums to himself.

Ophiliah gasps and regains control of her breathing.

Ophiliah leaps to her feet!

You giggle at Cambin.

Cambin kneels.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Cambin stands up.

Davrion gets a strange look on his face and glances about suspiciously.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

You tickle Cambin.

You duck your head.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Cambin laughs!

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to starboard.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading west.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Cambin says, Stop. I'm ticklish.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to port.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading southwest.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Oo, really?

You grin at Cambin.

You tickle Cambin.

Cambin squirms.

You tickle Cambin.

Cambin exclaims, Eek!

You cackle!

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Davrion quietly says, Love the revelation spell.

Davrion appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

You hear a voice exclaim, Revelation is overpowered!

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Ophiliah sticks out her tongue and lets loose with a loud, Thbtbtbt from her lips!

Davrion grins at Ophiliah.

Cambin smirks.

(Nawain leans against the mast near Cambin, staying out of the way of the sparring couple.)

Ophiliah exclaims, 1966 stealth currently !!

Ophiliah says, Brat.

Davrion quietly says, 2100 perception.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Davrion appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Cambin says, Those are both impressive numbers.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

You ask Cambin in a Rakash accent, Do they do this often?

Ophiliah nods to you.

Davrion grins at you.

Cambin nods to you.

Davrion quietly says, All the time.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to port.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading south.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Cambin says to you, Constantly.

You laugh!

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Ophiliah squints.

Davrion hums to himself.

Davrion quietly says, Ok i'll pretend i'm blind.

Davrion appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Ophiliah clouts Davrion solidly across the temple in a single precise stroke! Davrion doesn't seem fazed by the strike.

Ophiliah leaps out of nowhere and makes a powerful lunge through the air with her serrated parazonium.

Davrion grabs hold of Ophiliah in a tight grip.

Davrion sweeps a foot at Ophiliah, knocking her off her feet!

Ophiliah stands up.

Davrion gestures at Ophiliah.

Davrion stares intently at Ophiliah, stopping her in her tracks with his gaze.

Ophiliah is able to move once again.

Davrion sweeps a foot at Ophiliah, knocking her off her feet!

Ophiliah gouges her fingers at Davrion.

Davrion's gauntlets ignite, sending a icy-blue frigid blast towards Ophiliah!

Davrion's frigid blast lands a cold strike to Ophiliah's neck!

Ophiliah gouges her fingers at Davrion.

Ophiliah is able to move again.

Ophiliah gouges her fingers at Davrion.

Davrion leans back and hoists Ophiliah into the air!

Davrion's suplex smashes Ophiliah into the ground, landing a solid hit (4/23) to her right arm!

Ophiliah stands up.

Davrion leaps to his feet!

Ophiliah leaps from hiding and ambushes Davrion!

Ophiliah gouges her fingers at Davrion.

You catch sight of Ophiliah as she approaches Davrion from behind with a determined expression. After getting into position, she suddenly strikes, catching Davrion by surprise and landing a solid blow to the back of his skull. Davrion seems stunned by the impact, wincing and shaking him head repeatedly.

Ophiliah leaps from hiding and ambushes Davrion!

Ophiliah thrust at Davrion.

Ophiliah leaps from hiding and ambushes Davrion!

Ophiliah thrust at Davrion. The parazonium lands a light hit (1/23) to his chest!

Davrion grabs hold of Ophiliah in a tight grip.

Ophiliah exclaims, Aha!

Ophiliah says, Oh oh.

Cambin exclaims, Hey, she hit him!

Ophiliah sweeps a foot at Davrion, but completely misses his feet.

Davrion grins at Cambin.

Ophiliah stands up.

Ophiliah struggles vainly against Davrion's grip, failing to shift off to one side.

Davrion sweeps a foot at Ophiliah, knocking her off her feet!

Ophiliah stands up.

Davrion touches the tattoo on his neck and closes his eyes in concentration.

Davrion sweeps a foot at Ophiliah, but she stubbornly stays on her feet.

Ophiliah puts her parazonium in her hip pouch.

Ophiliah leans back and hoists Davrion into the air!

You hear a sharp cling as Davrion rolls away from Ophiliah's suplex unharmed.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to starboard.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading west.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oo!

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

You giggle.

Davrion gestures at Ophiliah.

A sheet of slippery ice forms beneath Ophiliah!

Ophiliah slips and falls backward, slamming her head on the ice.

Ophiliah is able to move once again.

Davrion hums to himself.

Ophiliah stands up.

Ophiliah loosens the straps securing her sandskin buckler and removes it.

Davrion grabs hold of Ophiliah in a tight grip.

Davrion sweeps a foot at Ophiliah, knocking her off her feet!

Ophiliah slams a sandskin buckler at Davrion.

Davrion hums to himself.

You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.

Ophiliah gasps and regains control of her breathing.

Ophiliah stands up.

Ophiliah slams a sandskin buckler at Davrion.

Ophiliah takes a full step back and plants her feet firmly.

Davrion slams an uthamar heater shield at Ophiliah. The shield lands a good strike (3/23) that painfully mashes the right arm!

Ophiliah bites her teeth at Davrion.

Davrion sweeps a foot at Ophiliah, knocking her off her feet!

Ophiliah bites her teeth at Davrion.

Ophiliah punches her thorn handwrap at Davrion.

Ophiliah stands up.

Davrion quietly says, First blood, I win.

Davrion grins at Ophiliah.

Cambin says to you, Quite a show, isn't it? Usually have to buy a ticket for a fight like that.

Ophiliah leans back and hoists Davrion into the air!

You hear a sharp cling as Davrion rolls away from Ophiliah's suplex unharmed.

Davrion leaps to his feet!

Ophiliah angles her sandskin buckler at Davrion and charges forwards!

Davrion deftly avoids Ophiliah's rush.

(Nawain pays a great deal of attention to the deck surface, poking at nails with her toes while peering surreptitiously at Cambin.)

Ophiliah retreats from combat.

You giggle at Cambin.

You nod.

Ophiliah retreats from combat.

Ophiliah takes a seat.

Davrion loosens the straps securing his heater shield and removes it.

Davrion angles his heater shield at Ophiliah and charges forwards!

Davrion's heater shield lands a good hit (2/23) to Ophiliah's right leg!

Ophiliah slides her left arm through the straps on her sandskin buckler and flexes.

Davrion works carefully at tending Ophiliah's wounded right arm.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Davrion slides his left arm through the straps on his heater shield and flexes.

You hear someone humming from the shadows.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Cambin asks you, Something bothering you, rasa?

You quietly say to Cambin in a Rakash accent, Bad dreams. They happen when Tek isn't around.

Ophiliah fades into view.

You rub your neck.

Cambin nods to you.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Ophiliah fades into view.

Davrion works carefully at binding Ophiliah's wounded right arm.

Cambin says to you, I can imagine. Must be pretty tough.

Cambin asks you, Were you able to send a message yet?

(Nawain wraps one hand around her opposite wrist in an oddly tight grip.)

You shake your head at Cambin.

You say in a Rakash accent, Not yet. Trying to figure out what to say.

You frown.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Cambin nods to you.

You say in a Rakash accent, I don't want him to worry. But he will, no matter what I say.

You sigh.

Cambin asks you, Is your wrist hurt? May I see?

You say in a Rakash accent, I can feel it. He's frantic.

You say in a Rakash accent, Somewhere.

You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.

(Nawain seems oddly reluctant to offer Cambin her hand, but does so with another frown.)

Cambin says to you, And we'll make sure that message gets to him when you're ready.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

(Cambin looks at Nawains wrist carefully.)

Cambin says to you, Looks fine. Not a mark on it.

Cambin nods to you.

You nibble on your lip.

You give a slight nod.

Ophiliah says, Id keep it simple.

Ophiliah says, And short.

You say in a Rakash accent, Yeah. It's fine.

You nod to Cambin.

You nod to Ophiliah.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Ophiliah says, Ive asked an empath to meet at dock to heal me.

You say in a Rakash accent, But I shouldn't mention the Baron. It might put him in danger, right away, even if I'm not there.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I can fix you!

Ophiliah says, She can check you.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh!

You nod.

You say in a Rakash accent, I mean. I use herbs. Don't really like people hurting themselves for me.

You chuckle.

You say in a Rakash accent, But I don't mind empaths.

Davrion growls low in the back of his throat.

You glance at Davrion, a male Human.

You pass into the Segoltha estuary.

Davrion quietly says, Sorry inherent reaction to hearing the coward brought up.

Cambin nods.

You give a slight nod.

Cambin says, Understandable.

Ophiliah rubs Davrion gently, massaging his muscles.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You hopefully say in a Rakash accent, Could I maybe send a message to Siendra, too? She'll be so very worried...

Davrion quietly says, I don't see why not.

You beam!

Davrion quietly says, Your family and friends should know you're safe.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You nod to Davrion.

Ophiliah says, Be cautious what you say. so they dong get target. but i agree let them know your safe.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, And with friends!

Davrion nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Ophiliah smiles.

Ophiliah nods.

Davrion quietly says, Could let them know as well you have 2 paladins as personal guards.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Davrion grins at you.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You grin at Davrion.

Cambin says, Perfectly safe with paladin guards.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I am pretty safe, hunh? Probably safer than wading through void moths every anlas!

Cambin says, Almost certainly.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Davrion quietly says, Void moths are fun. swarm like crazy.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You nod.

You say in a Rakash accent, Not so fond of the dark. Or how they go for your eyes.

You shudder.

Ophiliah says, Theres no danger here.

Ophiliah says, Is why we are on a fortress.

Davrion chuckles.

You nod to Ophiliah.

Davrion quietly says, My brother the Barbarian practically lives in void moths.

You say in a Rakash accent, I only just wandered in. I've been underhunting quite a bit, it seems.

You chuckle.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You pass into the Segoltha River.

Davrion grins at you.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Davrion quietly says, Void moths are great for overhunting too since they hit so lightly.

You nod.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You say in a Rakash accent, And they burn so thoroughly.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Davrion grins at you.

Davrion quietly says, I like to hunt in scavenger giants. if you can avoid the lightning bolts lots of coin to be made in there.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Lightning? Ouch!

Davrion quietly says, Aye, they hurt if they hit for sure.

Cambin says, Not pleasant when you wear a bunch of metal.

You get a glowing truegold writing slate encased in an icethorn frame from inside your uzil pack.

Sailors quickly tie the Gnautical Fortress to the pier.

You nod in agreement.

Davrion quietly says, I'm at the point where they can't touch me anymore but a Cleric friend loves it in there as well. Harsh rarely hunts anywhere else.

You say in a Rakash accent, Alpha is easier. I know what to say to her.

You say in a Rakash accent, Harsh hunts there? For some reason I didn't think he was all that combat capable.

Cambin laughs!

Cambin says, That's what he wants everyone to think.

Davrion quietly says, He collects boxies in there constant.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, He's doing a good job!

You laugh!

Ophiliah leaps to her feet!

Davrion quietly says, He is very combat competent vrs critters. people not so much.

Davrion grins at you.

Ophiliah designates Davrion as the new leader of the group.

Ophiliah says, Brb.

You leave the group.

Ophiliah assesses her combat situation.

Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah moves forward.

You join Davrion's group.

Davrion quietly says, That spell of his where he stomps his foot is devestating in there.

You nod to Davrion.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Lava!

(Nawain stomps her foot demonstratively.)

Davrion quietly asks, Yep FoU i think it is?

Cambin frowns.

You nod.

You say in a Rakash accent, Ushnish. It's not my favorite.

Davrion stops teaching.

Davrion stops you from following him.

You say in a Rakash accent, It's sort of... I don't know.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Impersonal?

Cambin asks you, Impersonal? Not up close?

Davrion grins at you.

You nod to Cambin.

You beam at Cambin!

Cambin says, Jinx.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Yeah!

You laugh!

You elbow Cambin in the ribs in a playful sort of way.

You giggle.

Shadow of Chaos Ophiliah's group just arrived.

Malorna says, Hi guys.

Malorna rests her hand on Ophiliah's arm with a soft smile.

Davrion quietly says, He learned using it in combat against another person doesn't work so well.

(Nawain waves a little at Malorna.)

Cambin says, Greetings, Malorna. Nice to see you.

Malorna smiles.

Your body feels at full strength.

Your spirit feels full of life.

You have no significant injuries.

Malorna rests her hand on your arm with a soft smile.

You feel a warmth radiate from Malorna's touch.

You have a brief sensation that leaves your wounds tingling.

You blush a bright red color.

Bacon Bandit Malorna moves forward.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Hullo! I think I'm.. Okay bye!

You nod.

Davrion grins at you.

You say in a Rakash accent, Empaths. Strange people.

You say in a Rakash accent, Not as strange as moon mages, though.

Ophiliah says, Hah.

Ophiliah says, She said she was in a hurry.

You say in a Rakash accent, Ahhh.

You nod.

Cambin says, I remember Harsh telling me about his combat with people. Seems Zfora was a problem for him for a while. which I feel she should pay for.

You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.

Davrion quietly says, I like moonies. they break so easy with a few good hurls of a spear.

Cambin says to you, And they are very strange people.

Davrion lets out a sigh of contentment.

You nod in agreement.

Ophiliah chuckles at Davrion.

Pilot Trimboltz says, Very well, Master, I will pilot the Gnautical Fortress to the port of Riverhaven.

Pilot Trimboltz says, We launch in 2 minutes.

Ophiliah says, So many dang boxes.

Davrion quietly says, Both Zfora and Zehira run if i'm in the room.

(Nawain plucks the stylus from the side of the slate and scrawls in somewhat rushed handwriting, Alpha, I am alive and with friends. Please don't look for me. There is danger if you do. Please keep Tek safe. I love you all. Enelne bless. She makes no attempts to conceal the message.)

Ophiliah says, Only sofina attacks me.

Cambin says to Davrion, Good.

Cambin nods to Davrion.

You say in a Rakash accent, Zehira attacks me when I annoy her enough. She's not very good at it.

(Nawain sniffs disdainfully.)

You say in a Rakash accent, I had to sit down so she could hit me last time.

You roll your eyes.

Cambin says, She's threatened me I don't know how many times. Yet to carry through.

Pilot Trimboltz calls out, Cast off!

The Gnautical Fortress appears busy with activity as sailors begin hoisting in the tie-lines.

Davrion quietly says, She refuses to fight me anymore after i destroyed her in front of a lot of people.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You praise Davrion.

Ophiliah says, Won me.

Ophiliah winks at Davrion.

You grin at Ophiliah.

Cambin says, One of her minions has killed me a couple times while I just stood and laughed. Took so very long.

Davrion quietly says to Ophiliah, Hence why I quit playing nice with her.

(Nawain gazes at her second writing slate with much less confidence, chewing on her lip.)

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Davrion quietly says, Last time i saw her I was fully unbuffed and her pets were all attacking me and couldn't touch me. soon as i started buffing up she ran away.

Cambin smirks.

Cambin says, Sounds about right.

You snort, loudly.

You nod.

You say in a Rakash accent, I'm glad I'm not just underestimating her, then.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You say in a Rakash accent, Totally accurately estimating her, apparently.

You make a grunting noise.

Davrion quietly says, She has multiple personalities i think. nice sometimes then complete lunatic others.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You say in a Rakash accent, Well. Broken minds seek to break others, I suppose. Explains some things about her.

Cambin nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

Cambin says, Indeed.

You gaze at your slate.

You nibble on your lip.

You ask in a Rakash accent, I don't know what to say! There's so many things, how do I..?

Davrion quietly says, Just tell him you're safe and you miss him.

Davrion quietly says, You can explain in more detail in person when the time comes.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to port.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading north.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Cambin grumbles.

Cambin says, Awww. Unfortunately I can't show off my banner. No chance of casting it with this group.

Cambin laughs!

Davrion grins at Cambin.

Davrion quietly says, Was just testing to see if ophi had got to the point she could stop me from casting it yet.

(Nawain writes on her ka'hurst slate, again not concealing her words. Rans ugun, I know you are suffering, and so am I, without you. I am safe. Remember we are one. You are with me and I am with you, always. I love you so much. I will see you soon.)

Davrion pats you on the back.

You gaze at your slate.

You nod.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Cambin asks you, Getting that written to your satisfaction?

You give a slight nod.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You say in a Rakash accent, There's so much more I want to say. But... There's so much that won't make sense.

You frown.

Davrion quietly says to Cambin, Next time you face a necro in combat don't forget you have 4 best friends. rebuke, shatter, smite horde, and weapon smite empowered by SiS.

Davrion grins at Cambin.

Cambin grins at Davrion.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You glance at Davrion, a male Human.

Cambin says, SiS is one of my favorite things ever.

Davrion quietly says, The SiS empowered smite will melt them fast.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel, making a course correction.

The Fortress turns slowly as it changes its heading.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You pass into the Faldesu delta.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to port.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading southwest.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

Davrion quietly says, Empaths as well funnily enough.

Cambin says, Well worth the small fortune paid for it.

Davrion quietly says, I wonder if there's a connection there.

Davrion ponders.

Cambin ponders.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Empaths and necromancers?

Davrion nods to you.

You say in a Rakash accent, Surely not. Empaths are good people.

Davrion quietly says, I find it interesting that the same ability is most effective against both those guilds.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You say in a Rakash accent, That's like saying necromancers and paladins are the same.

You scoff.

Pilot Trimboltz turns the wheel hard to starboard.

The Fortress turns slowly until it is heading west.

Pilot Trimboltz centers the wheel.

You say in a Rakash accent, Well. I mean, I have plenty of abilities that are effective against both of those guilds.

You grin.

You say in a Rakash accent, A really strong Aesrela Everild, for example.

Cambin says, Clerics and all their wonderful magic.

You beam!

You nod in agreement.

Davrion quietly says, I meant in the sense that SiS empowered smite is the ONLY ability that can melt an empath quickly. does same against necros but no other guild.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

You nod to Davrion.

Cambin says, I think it's the multiple hits. Drains an empath's mana pretty quickly, then they're done.

Davrion quietly says, A barbarian axis empowered whirlwind an empath laughs at.

Cambin says, Hmm.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Cambin says, Further on the empath and necromancer connection. I've been touched by Icutu Zaharenela. Unpleasant as a necro spell any day.

Cambin shudders.

Davrion quietly says, Axis WW will melt a thief in 13 seconds but SiS smite doesn't bother them.

You ask Cambin in a Rakash accent, What's that?

Cambin says, A spell for shocked empaths. Turns their healing touch into a harming touch.

You shudder.

Cambin nods to you.

You say in a Rakash accent, Oh, that sounds awful.

Davrion quietly says, Never been on recieving end of that. doesn't sound fun.

Cambin says, Fortunately I don't tihnk there are many shocked empaths. Relatively speaking.

You say in a Rakash accent, Seems like an even better to rely on herbs.

Cambin nods to you.

Davrion grins at you.

You squint at Davrion.

Ophiliah says, Never melt a thief.

Cambin says, I'm slightly wary of empaths myself, actually. Always seemed to me that those who can heal can also harm. IZ shows it to be true.

Ophiliah nods to Davrion.

You say to Davrion in a Rakash accent, I wonder...

Davrion quietly says, I used to rely on herbs solely but Malorna threatened to tie my boot laces together if i didn't stop.

You laugh!

Davrion grins at Ophiliah.

Ophiliah grins at Davrion.

Cambin laughs!

Ophiliah says, She is an odd one.

Davrion wraps his arms lovingly around Ophiliah, snuggling close.

Ophiliah brushes her hand against her ankle boots.

You ask Davrion in a Rakash accent, Can I try to hit you with a spell? Like, really try?

Ophiliah wraps her arms lovingly around Davrion, snuggling close.

Davrion quietly says, Please do.

You say in a Rakash accent, Give me a minute.

You nod.

Ophiliah says, Can move to better mana rooms if needed.

You say in a Rakash accent, This is fine.

Davrion quietly says, I'm unbuffed so we can test buffed as well if needed.

The Gnautical Fortress plows strongly through the water.

Cambin says, This reminds me. I'm supposed to be studying.

Cambin begins to listen to you teach the Attunement skill.

Your class is currently open. You may close it to all students by using TEACH CLOSE.

Cambin beams at you! What a warm feeling!

Cambin says, Then I won't need this after all. <puts runestone away>

Davrion quietly says, Cast away whenever ready.

Davrion grins at you.

You blush a bright red color.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I gotta buff!

Davrion gets an elegant diamond-hide almanac bearing a platinum Estate Holder's crest from inside his carryall.

You say in a Rakash accent, I think I have zero hope of hitting you without all my spells up.

You grin.

You say in a Rakash accent, Even then.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Davrion quietly says, You might be surprised. defensively i'm geared to reflex to avoid IP.

Davrion quietly says, Pulsing red aura. nice.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Whose?

Davrion quietly says, Yours.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh!

You ask in a Rakash accent, I've never asked! Pulsing red? Err. That's... neat?

Davrion quietly asks, Do you want to test on me unbuffed or buffed?

You ask in a Rakash accent, Probably unbuffed to start?

Davrion quietly says, Okies.

You say in a Rakash accent, I honestly don't think it'll land.

Davrion quietly says, I enjoy helping people test combat stuff.

Davrion grins.

Ophiliah asks, Nawain? are you making us lucky??

You nod.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, It's not cheating!

Davrion grins at you.

Davrion quietly says, If you're not cheating you're not trying.

You giggle at Davrion.

Davrion quietly says, Is what Thanator always says.

You say in a Rakash accent, Alright. Hold still.

Davrion grins at you.

tar ae 100 at davrion

That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement.

Inhaling deeply, you adopt a cyclical rhythm in your breaths to reflect the ebb and flow of the natural world and steel yourself to prepare the Aesrela Everild spell.

You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around Davrion.

Your formation of a targeting pattern around Davrion has completed.

You close your eyes, drawing your closed fist toward your chest.

Seconds later you swing your arm outward, pointing at Davrion as your eyes fix on him in a vehement stare.

Your spirit flows into waves of translucent energy that enwreathe Davrion, swarming around him malignantly.

Several bolts of flashing silver flame flare into view, churning around Davrion. With surprising speed, they swirl upward into the sky with a wailing shriek!

Streamers of glistening silver light trail in the air as bolts of flame begin to fall from the sky like miniature comets!

A billowing aura reinforces the spell.

A bolt of holy fire strikes Davrion's heater shield and slams into his abdomen, scorching his flesh.

Davrion is lightly stunned!

A billowing aura reinforces the spell.

A bolt of holy fire strikes Davrion's heater shield and slams into his chest, scorching his flesh.

A billowing aura reinforces the spell.

A bolt of holy fire strikes Davrion's heater shield and slams into his right hand, scorching his flesh.

A billowing aura reinforces the spell.

A bolt of holy fire strikes Davrion's heater shield and slams into his chest, scorching his flesh.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Oh, it actually did?

You see Knight of Chaos Davrion Van'dahurst, Joustmaster, a Human.

Davrion has an angular face, pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a straight nose. His brown hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn shaved on the sides and pulled back into a ponytail. He has tanned skin and a massive build.

He is tall for a Human.

He appears to be venerable.

He has a tattoo of a seven-sided snowflake on his neck.

He has minor swelling and bruising around the right hand compounded by cuts and bruises about the right hand, severely swollen and bruised chest area compounded by deep cuts across the chest area, minor swelling and bruising in the abdomen compounded by cuts and bruises about the abdomen.

He is bleeding with discoloration in the chest and lightly from the chest.

He is wearing a jet black damite armet shaped like a howling wolf's head, some burnished everdusk damite full plate embellished with scorpion diamonds, an effervescent eddy of honey-hued light captured by a sungold frame, a pair of burnished everdusk damite gauntlets embellished with scorpion diamonds and a white silk surcoat with the crest of the Paladins' Guild on the front.

You wince.

Davrion quietly says, Nice hit.

Davrion quietly says, Did 52% vit.

Cambin looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

You ask in a Rakash accent, Excellent! Would it have hit at all if you were buffed, do you think?

You ask in a Rakash accent, And do you want herbs?

Davrion quietly says, Let's find out.

You giggle.

Bacon Bandit Malorna just arrived.

Malorna rests her hand on Davrion's arm with a soft smile.

You let out a hearty cheer for Malorna!

Malorna rests her hand on Davrion's arm with a soft smile.

Cambin says, Clerics are ridiculously overpowered. That's my stance.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Bleed and they appear!

Malorna exclaims, Mine!

Malorna chuckles.

Davrion quietly says, Clerics hit hard when they hit.

You say to Cambin in a Rakash accent, Pfft. We have to wrestle demons. We're just enough powered.

Cambin nods to Davrion.

Cambin exclaims to you, I wrestle demons too!

You grin at Cambin.

Davrion quietly says, I don't think even rakkor has ever hit me that hard.

You blink at Davrion.

You blush a bright red color.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Neat!

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her attempt to hide.

Ophiliah scowls.

Ophiliah leaps from hiding and ambushes Malorna!

Malorna's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Ophiliah thrusts a wickedly edged thrusting blade dangling a blizzard-white crystalline shard at Malorna. The blade flashes silver, zapping with a electrifying tendrils and lands a strong hit (6/23) to her back!

Malorna says, Tsk.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her hiding place.

Ophiliah closes to melee range on Malorna.

You wince.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her attempt to hide.

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oo, careful!

You wince.

Ophiliah kicks Davrion!

You pull Malorna towards you!

Davrion laughs!

Ophiliah clouts Malorna solidly across the temple in a single precise stroke! Malorna staggers before shaking her head wildly. Malorna's eyes drift unfocused as she tries to regain her bearings!

You babble unintelligibly for a while.

Ophiliah leaps from hiding and ambushes Malorna!

Malorna's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Malorna does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Ophiliah thrusts a wickedly edged thrusting blade dangling a blizzard-white crystalline shard at Malorna. The blade lands a good strike (3/23) to her back!

Malorna says, Im fine.

You ask Cambin in a Rakash accent, She's going to kill the emp.. Oh?

You glance at Malorna, a female Human.

Malorna exudes life and vitality, rutilant sparks dancing around her.

Malorna says, Ya im healed.

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her attempt to hide.

Davrion quietly says, Malorna could laugh at her attacks all day.

Ophiliah exclaims, Would you stop thsst!

Davrion points at Ophiliah, ruining her attempt to hide.

Davrion grins at Ophiliah.

Cambin says, Worst thing about empaths is that blasted Compel.

Cambin mutters to himself.

Davrion quietly says, Ok all buffed up.

You beam!

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Okay!

You raise the staff up, and an orange glow surrounds it.

Roundtime: 5 sec.

Ophiliah slips out of the shadows behind Malorna! Displaying controlled ferocity, she draws back before smoothly slicing Malorna's leg with swift and elegant precision.

A shriek of pain follows an abruptly terminated attempt to nurse her injured limb, and Malorna collapses to one knee!

With a quick flick of her wrist, Ophiliah flings the gore from her blade.

tar ae 100 at davr

That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement.

Inhaling deeply, you adopt a cyclical rhythm in your breaths to reflect the ebb and flow of the natural world and steel yourself to prepare the Aesrela Everild spell.

You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around Davrion.

Davrion traces a complex glyph in the space above his right arm.

Malorna shakes her head violently, and seems suddenly more focused.

Your formation of a targeting pattern around Davrion has completed.

Ophiliah leaps from hiding and ambushes Malorna!

Malorna's skin gleams with an adamantine sheen!

Malorna does not seem to feel the wound, despite the injury.

Ophiliah thrusts a wickedly edged thrusting blade dangling a blizzard-white crystalline shard at Malorna. The blade lands a good strike (3/23) to her back!

You close your eyes, drawing your closed fist toward your chest.

Seconds later you swing your arm outward, pointing at Davrion as your eyes fix on him in a vehement stare.

Your spell loses integrity and collapses before it reaches Davrion.

Roundtime: 1 sec.

You say in a Rakash accent, Nope.

You nod.

Malorna leaps to her feet!

You ask in a Rakash accent, Is that a ward?

Malorna says, No concentration now.

Davrion quietly says, Made one of spells drop.

You raise the staff up, and an orange glow surrounds it.

Roundtime: 5 sec.

tar ae 100 at davr

That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement.

Inhaling deeply, you adopt a cyclical rhythm in your breaths to reflect the ebb and flow of the natural world and steel yourself to prepare the Aesrela Everild spell.

You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around Davrion.

Davrion quietly says, Completely got rid of soldiers prayer in 1 cast.

Your formation of a targeting pattern around Davrion has completed.

You close your eyes, drawing your closed fist toward your chest.

Seconds later you swing your arm outward, pointing at Davrion as your eyes fix on him in a vehement stare.

Your spirit flows into waves of translucent energy that enwreathe Davrion, swarming around him malignantly.

Several bolts of flashing silver flame flare into view, churning around Davrion. With surprising speed, they swirl upward into the sky with a wailing shriek!

You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oo, and it works now!

Streamers of glistening silver light trail in the air as bolts of flame begin to fall from the sky like miniature comets!

A bolt of holy fire strikes Davrion's heater shield and quickly fades.

A bolt of holy fire smashes to the ground near Davrion.

You see Knight of Chaos Davrion Van'dahurst, Joustmaster, a Human.

Davrion has an angular face, pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a straight nose. His brown hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn shaved on the sides and pulled back into a ponytail. He has tanned skin and a massive build.

He is tall for a Human.

He appears to be venerable.

He has a tattoo of a seven-sided snowflake on his neck.

He is in good shape.

He is holding an oak-hafted legionary's pilum carved with the image of a shrike in his right hand.

He is wearing a jet black damite armet shaped like a howling wolf's head, some burnished everdusk damite full plate embellished with scorpion diamonds, an effervescent eddy of honey-hued light captured by a sungold frame, a pair of burnished everdusk damite gauntlets embellished with scorpion diamonds and a white silk surcoat with the crest of the Paladins' Guild on the front.

A shower of blazing silver fire pounds down from the sky!

A bolt of holy fire smashes to the ground near Davrion.

You say in a Rakash accent, Lots of missing though.

Davrion somehow damages your targeting matrix, causing the spell to careen wildly off course!

You nod.

You wince.

Davrion quietly says, Went from 160 reflex to 198 with buffs.

You ask in a Rakash accent, Oo, you damaged the spell matrix! How'd that happen?

(Nawain squints at the energies.)

You frown.

Davrion quietly says, Possibly glyph duel.

You get a carved xenomite S'Kra Kor shaman statuette with faceted sapphire eyes from inside your watersilk bag.

Davrion quietly says, It allows parrying of TM spells.

You hold the shaman statuette in your hand and close your eyes in concentration.

You feel as though your ability to make things worse has increased.

You put your statuette in your watersilk bag.

You raise the staff up, and an orange glow surrounds it.

Roundtime: 6 sec.

Cambin says to you, Allows for parrying targeted magic.