oh we got our asses handed to us!

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[quote author=blaez link=topic=6154.msg51769#msg51769 date=1230958946]

We started out fairly well by annihilating the guard that barred our passing into a dangerous world.

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Meatie parries a giant guard's bludgeon with his mace.
A giant guard uses his parry to execute a riposte.
Troy smashes a giant guard's neck very severely with his mace.
Boot stabs a giant guard's back very severely with his tachi.
Orbitor slashes a giant guard's left leg very severely with his cutlass.
Orbitor crushes a giant guard's back incredibly well with his mace.
Meatie deflects a giant guard's strike with his mace.
Meatie deflects a giant guard's strike with his mace.
Boot stabs a giant guard's left hand very severely with his tachi.
Orbitor slashes a giant guard's body into a bloody pulp with his cutlass.
A giant guard recoils in pain as Orbitor's cutlass burns him with unholy vengeance.
A giant guard is dead! R.I.P.

and then it started to get ugly

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A cult sentinel grabs Meatie by the arm and throws him over his shoulder!
Meatie is hurled northwest out of the room by a cult sentinel.

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With a flourish, you draw the final line of the magic pattern.
You utter the final words of the incantation.
--------------------------------END OF SPELL--------------------------------
Whoah! You disperse the atoms from a cult sentinel's body!
Meatie flies in from the northwest.

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Libbrecht shambles in from the northwest.
Libbrecht screams, 'Time to die, Meatie!'
Libbrecht utters the words, 'Spirits be gone from this pathetic one!'
Libbrecht concentrates deeply upon his task...
Libbrecht gazes intensely at Meatie.
Libbrecht bites Meatie's left arm hard.
A cult sentinel has arrived from the northwest.
A cult sentinel screams, 'Time to die, Meatie!'
A cult sentinel mauls Meatie's body severely.
A cult sentinel mauls Meatie's head severely.
A cult sentinel has arrived from the northwest.
A cult sentinel screams, 'Time to die, Meatie!'
A cult sentinel mauls Meatie's body severely.
A cult sentinel mauls Meatie's neck severely.
Lightning fast, a cult sentinel shifts his balance and launches another strike.
A cult sentinel mauls Meatie's right arm severely.
Oxygen returns to a cult sentinel as he takes a deep breath of air.
Meatie attempts to rescue Orbitor, but fails miserably.


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Meatie heroically rescues Orbitor.

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Blood spurts from a hypothermic slave's neck as Boot slices into his throat.
A hypothermic slave shakes the fuzziness from his head and sits up.

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Libbrecht holds his hands up high and cries out to his ancestors for power.
Libbrecht cries out and is enveloped in a blood red mist.
Libbrecht chases away the evil spirits within Meatie...
Meatie loses his ability to fly.
Meatie tumbles end over end as he crash lands!
Meatie's eyes don't twinkle anymore.
The globe about Meatie wavers, then collapses altogether.
Meatie loses the bounce in his step.
The gills on Meatie's neck disappear.
A cult sentinel hits Meatie's chest with a mighty chop!
Meatie is dead! R.I.P.
A cult sentinel rears back his head and shouts loudly.
A cult sentinel shouts, "Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait. Not me, Meatie."

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A cult sentinel mauls Mazcor's right hand very severely.
The thorns on Mazcor's body hurt a cult sentinel!
A cult sentinel mauls your head incredibly well.
You wish that your wounds would stop HURTING so much!!
A cult sentinel mauls Mazcor's left arm severely.
The thorns on Mazcor's body hurt a cult sentinel!
A cult sentinel mauls your waist severely.
A cult sentinel mauls Mazcor's back very hard.
The thorns on Mazcor's body hurt a cult sentinel!
A cult sentinel mauls your body beyond all recognition.

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You are dead! Sorry...

A cult sentienel shouts, "WOOT and Inutition goes down! HA!"

Libbrecht shouts, "your pets will love new Boot brand kibble!"

A cult sentinel shouts, "Told Lucifer once, Told Lucifer twice, did Lucifer listen to my advice? R.I.P."

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