Posted by Snuffalufagus on August 30, 1999 at 16:59:04:
In Reply to: Log Request: Inductions/Empowerment interviews. posted by Falstaff on August 30, 1999 at 14:27:01:
The interview I had with the Lich King to empower my healer. Where it says <100%hp 100%m 43%mv> <100%hp 100%m 68%mv> emo looks around himself cautiously. <100%hp 100%m 68%mv> l <100%hp 100%m 68%mv> emo uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear. <100%hp 100%m 68%mv> <100%hp 100%m 93%mv> <100%hp 100%m 93%mv> emo bows himself flat against the floor. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Yes, yes I do. Is that you, father of darkness? <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ I have been sent here on a quest. That quest is to purify this land. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Purify it from those whom are blind. Blinded by the light. But they soon shall see. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> emo uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ They shall see the reckoning, the purity of the shadow. They shall see soon enough. But only will they see, when myself, and others such as I, have cleansed their souls. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 92%m 100%mv> [ As most seem to think. But as a healer, I can move freely from person to person. I am more trusted than my kindred shaman. And I am more able to, help, them into the shadow. Rather than force as most seem to do. And forcing a person under the shadow can have unwanded consiquences. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ And forcing a person under the shadow can have unwanded consiquences. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> emo uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> You drink water from a water skin. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Such as rebeling against the shadow, going mad, destroying what should be worshiped by those under the shadow. Or just killing them selves where a posably powerfull alie may lie. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Those that walk the gray path walk partly under the shadow, but are often overwhelmed by its purity. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Because of this feeling, they need to be guided. Iam that guide, Iam the guide of the shadow. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ And that is why Iam here and why I have come to you. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Some are still tainted by the light. despite how dark they may seem. They also must be shown the way. Some's souls are routed in greed and think they know what is best. But they will only be destroyed by such things. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ And the dark needs as many kindred as it can get for the ever lasting battle against the taint. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> emo uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Most people are driven to greed to gain power and respect umong others. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Power must first be gained through yourself, before you can even hope to show your power to others. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> bow <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ I thank you for your time dark one. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> emo inhales a deep breath, tasting the purity wich just left. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> stand slowly rises to his feet. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> aff <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> Adwerald's group: <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> s <100%hp 100%m 90%mv> l self Adwerald is using: <100%hp 100%m 90%mv> <---LATER---> pray Scarabaeus Sacer, Spreader of the Shadow, I seek an audiance with the Father of Darkness to prove my self worthy of the quest for purity. <100%hp 46%m 42%mv> <100%hp 59%m 54%mv> bow <100%hp 59%m 54%mv> <100%hp 59%m 54%mv> [ Greetings father of darkness. <100%hp 59%m 54%mv> <100%hp 68%m 66%mv> nod <100%hp 68%m 66%mv> [ I would like that very much. You have become better at meditation! <100%hp 77%m 78%mv> You whisper 'I would like that very much.' <100%hp 77%m 78%mv> save <100%hp 77%m 78%mv> <100%hp 86%m 90%mv> emo unconsiously rubs the scar behind his ear. <100%hp 86%m 90%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Insidiously? I..do not understand. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> l <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> l scarabaeus Scarabaeus is in perfect health. Scarabaeus is using: <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ I feel that I will perhaps be more accepted and trust worthy. It will be easier to turn people that way. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Those will be the ones that are truly lost and their souls will not be able to be salvages by guides such as myself. They must be dealt with in a different mannor. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ salvaged rather. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Death shall not purify their souls. Their souls have been blinded and shall wander for eternity unable to find their resting place.Such is the fate as those blinded by the light. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> emo unconsiously rubs the scar behind his ear. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> emo nods gravly. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> nod <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> bow <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ Thank you father. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> [ I shall always embrace the dark my lord. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> bow <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> stand slowly rises to his feet. <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> eq <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> i <100%hp 100%m 100%mv> sc
The shadows gather.
Adwerald looks around himself cautiously.
Darkened antechamber of the mausoleum
Dead leaves are scattered across the dusty floor of this darkened
chamber and thick clinging cobwebs sway in the breeze from outside.
At the center of this stone room sits a circular altar, five faces
carved in marble relief around its perimeter. No more than three
feet in diameter, this ancient cracked altar is unnaturally cold to
the touch. Small trinkets and gifts have been placed around the
cylindrical stone, and the five faces seem to leer at you over them.
To the south a rusted iron gate hangs open, leading out into the
overgrown woods outside the tomb. To the north a portal engraved
with arcane symbols has been bricked closed.
[Exits: south]
Adwerald uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear.
From the corner a deeper darkness emerges and speaks:
An Immortal whispers 'You seek blessings in the name of Purity...'
Adwerald bows himself flat against the floor.
An Immortal whispers 'Why is it you expect to receive them?'
You whisper 'Yes, yes I do. Is that you, father of darkness?'
You whisper 'I have been sent here on a quest. That quest is to purify this land.'
An Immortal whispers 'Purify it of what?'
You whisper 'Purify it from those whom are blind. Blinded by the light. But they soon shall see.'
Adwerald uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear.
An Immortal whispers 'Oh?'
An Immortal whispers 'And what is it they shall see?'
You whisper 'They shall see the reckoning, the purity of the shadow. They shall see soon enough. But only will they see, when myself, and others such as I, have cleansed their souls.'
An Immortal whispers 'The priests of healing are unfamiliar in this realm...'
Line too long.
You whisper 'As most seem to think. But as a healer, I can move freely from person to person. I am more trusted than my kindred shaman. And I am more able to, help, them into the shadow. Rather than force as most seem to do. And forcing a person under the shadow '
You whisper 'And forcing a person under the shadow can have unwanded consiquences.'
An Immortal whispers 'Such as?'
Adwerald uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear.
You do not feel thirsty.
You whisper 'Such as rebeling against the shadow, going mad, destroying what should be worshiped by those under the shadow. Or just killing them selves where a posably powerfull alie may lie.'
You whisper 'Those that walk the gray path walk partly under the shadow, but are often overwhelmed by its purity.'
You whisper 'Because of this feeling, they need to be guided. Iam that guide, Iam the guide of the shadow.'
You whisper 'And that is why Iam here and why I have come to you.'
An Immortal whispers 'What of those that are already of the darkness?'
You whisper 'Some are still tainted by the light. despite how dark they may seem. They also must be shown the way. Some's souls are routed in greed and think they know what is best. But they will only be destroyed by such things.'
You whisper 'And the dark needs as many kindred as it can get for the ever lasting battle against the taint.'
Adwerald uncontiously rubs the scar behind his ear.
You whisper 'Most people are driven to greed to gain power and respect umong others.'
You whisper 'Power must first be gained through yourself, before you can even hope to show your power to others.'
An Immortal whispers 'I have another matter to attend to. We shall continue this another time.'
You bow deeply.
The shadows recede.
You whisper 'I thank you for your time dark one.'
Adwerald inhales a deep breath, tasting the purity wich just left.
Adwerald slowly rises to his feet.
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You are affected by:
[ 4 Hea] Adwerald 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 8191 xp
Steep crumbling steps before the mausoleum
Overgrown with weeds and hidden in the shadows of twisted moss-covered
trees, an ancient marble mausoleum juts out of the rocky hillside, its
rusted iron gate hanging loosely on its hinges. Crumbling steps lead
up to gateway and the darkness within. Above the entrance a bronze tablet
is mounted. Dark weathered stains lead up the steps and through the
portal beyond. To the southwest the hill slopes down to the sounds of a
rushing river.
[Exits: north west]
A barly noticable chill runs up your spine as you turn to
notice a short human man standing near by. He looks out of
place and to say the least, uncomfortable in the light,
out from the cover of darkness. His body is stocky, but
still muscular in a fasion. Seemingly gentile enough there
is still an aura about him that prickles the back of your
neck. His hair is short blond-black matted to his scalp.
His face chisled and is and unchanging, like a rock. It is
hard as if it hasn't seen a softer day, always callus yet
aware. Two sky gray eyes, as sharp and cold as the steel of
a frostbrand, sit above a long beak of a nose. A with lips
as thin as wire and dry as a bone is pursed tightly with
discust, and changes to a snear or a wry grin now and again.
He seems to always be keeping a watchful eye upon the area
around him. As his hear turns, you notice a long white scar
which runs behind his left ear, from the top, to the bottom.
He fingers it uncontiously from time to time. You can not
put your finger on it, but for one reason or another, you
are still chilled to the bone by his presance.
Adwerald is in perfect health.
You pray to the heavens for help!
The ghostly form of Scarabaeus Sacer emerges from the black earth.
You bow deeply.
Scarabaeus nods.
You whisper 'Greetings father of darkness.'
Scarabaeus whispers 'Perhaps we can finish your petition without interruption this time.'
You nod.
Saving...Character saved. Remember, CF does autosaving.
Scarabaeus whispers 'You seem to feel that as a member of the Guild of Healers, your presence will be more insidiously received than that of a shaman.'
Adwerald unconsiously rubs the scar behind his ear.
The red in your vision disappears.
The golden haze in your vision disappears.
You whisper 'Insidiously? I..do not understand.'
Darkened antechamber of the mausoleum
Dead leaves are scattered across the dusty floor of this darkened
chamber and thick clinging cobwebs sway in the breeze from outside.
At the center of this stone room sits a circular altar, five faces
carved in marble relief around its perimeter. No more than three
feet in diameter, this ancient cracked altar is unnaturally cold to
the touch. Small trinkets and gifts have been placed around the
cylindrical stone, and the five faces seem to leer at you over them.
To the south a rusted iron gate hangs open, leading out into the
overgrown woods outside the tomb. To the north a portal engraved
with arcane symbols has been bricked closed.
[Exits: south]
A skeletal figure draped with darkness hovers here.
Scarabaeus whispers 'Those that view the Cult as a threat tend to view all that is not of the Light a threat.'
The smell of death and the cold dampness of the grave hang in the air
around the Infernal Lich King. From the shadows of his hooded cloak
the eternal skeletal grin of the dead emerges from the shadows. Twin
pinpoints of fiery red light hover within the hollow sockets of his eyes,
unblinking in their endless stare.
You whisper 'I feel that I will perhaps be more accepted and trust worthy. It will be easier to turn people that way.'
Scarabaeus whispers 'That you are not of the Light will be enough to turn most away.'
You whisper 'Those will be the ones that are truly lost and their souls will not be able to be salvages by guides such as myself. They must be dealt with in a different mannor.'
You whisper 'salvaged rather.'
You feel less protected.
Scarabaeus whispers 'Perhaps.'
You whisper 'Death shall not purify their souls. Their souls have been blinded and shall wander for eternity unable to find their resting place.Such is the fate as those blinded by the light.'
Adwerald unconsiously rubs the scar behind his ear.
Scarabaeus whispers 'We shall see, then, if you are correct. I will grant you what you seek, provided you report to me those you turn. If you continue with success, you will keep the power I will give you.'
Scarabaeus whispers 'Should you fail...'
Adwerald nods gravly.
Scarabaeus whispers 'That is a bridge you will not want to cross.'
You nod.
Scarabaeus waves a hand.
You have been empowered by the gods.
You bow deeply.
You whisper 'Thank you father.'
Scarabaeus whispers 'Embrace the dark.'
Scarabaeus folds his arms and sinks into the cold, hard earth.
You whisper 'I shall always embrace the dark my lord.'
You bow deeply.
Adwerald slowly rises to his feet.
You are using:
You are carrying:
( 3) a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt
a map of New Thalos
a canoe
a large sack
You are Adwerald the Curate, level 6, 19 years old (18 hours).
You are young.
Race: human Sex: male Class: healer Hometown: New Thalos
You are at 100% hit, 100% mana, 100% movement.
You have 2 practices and 0 training sessions.
You are carrying 21/30 items with weight 129/240 pounds.
Str: strong Int: genius Wis: sagacious
Dex: dextrous Con: healthy Chr: charismatic
You have scored 12027 exp, and have 39484 gold coins.
You need 2973 exp to level.
Wimpy set to 15% of max hit points.
You are standing.
You are well-armored against piercing.
You are well-armored against bashing.
You are well-armored against slashing.
You are well-armored against magic.
You are evil. You have a lawful ethos.
You have chosen the sphere of Purity.
You are affected by: