The great escape

[Bubonic]

Was pk'n Kerian gappish when I ate a charge and a bash. That got me to crit. Then I ran east through steadding zones. and Kerian caught me here hagged..


You have 25(408) hit and 1(243) movement points.
You have scored 396151830 experience and 222 total quest points.
You need 603848169 exp to reach your next level.
You have been playing for 4 days and 19 hours.
You have gathered 143 Weave Points so far.
This ranks you as Bubonic Plague, over 250 million served and you're next! (level 50)
You are in the following clans:
Ko'bal : 222 Quest Points, rank 5, 78 Quest Points to rank.
You have acquired 19 feat points.
Your current Arena ranking is Second Squadman.
You are standing.

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You attempt to hide yourself.

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ba human
TICK IN 5 SECONDS.
*Kerian* has arrived from the south.

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* *Kerian* tries to stab your body, but misses.

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+ - = wm
*Kerian* misses a kick at your groin, you breathe lighter now...

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% = Cancelled...
Mood changed to: Wimpy

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You try to pierce *Kerian*'s head, but miss.
You barely pierce *Kerian*'s arms.

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nar near bandits
You dodge a bash from *Kerian* who loses her balance and falls!

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You pierce *Kerian*'s waist very hard.
You narrate, 'near bandits'

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nar hah
You narrate, 'hah'

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look
You try to pierce *Kerian*'s legs, but miss.
You try to pierce *Kerian*'s arms, but miss.

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Continuing Through The Twising Hillside
The narrow path through the blighted hillside continues endlessly as the
oppressive heat continually destroys any chance of plant-life growing to a
healthy state. The path continues to wind around a huge, looming hollowed out
hill. Winds as hot as the furnaces of blacksmiths deep in their forge whip
down these narrow paths through the hillside.
[ Exits: e s ]
*Kerian* is here, fighting YOU!.

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Apokalypse narrates, 'otw'

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*Kerian* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash! *This signaled my end*
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

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*Kerian* stabs your legs into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

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You're hit in solar plexus, wow, this is breathtaking!!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

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Apokalypse narrates, 'you lagging?'

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reply rips *signalling my premonition of death. BUT WAIT.... IT TICKED I have moves!!!!*
*Kerian* grabs an ancient cuendillar artifact.

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*Kerian* tries to stab your head, but misses.

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f
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They are no longer playing.

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e
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You panic and attempt to flee!

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n
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Fork In The Blighted Hillside
The long and winding trail through the blighted mountains comes to a fork going
east and going north. To the right the path looks dark and twisted as it heads
into a stinking, murky swamp. The road to the left is crowded with massive
trees covered in inky black leaves all over the branches. Winds as cold as ice
and as fast as a raging storm blow from the forest to the left of the path,
cold enough to freeze liquid in mid-air. Both paths are as dangerous as the
road back.
[ Exits: n e w ]
West : *Kerian* is standing here.
You flee head over heels.
Winding Path Through The Blighted Hills
Hills that are whitewashed from the constant and unrelenting blight sun leave
little room for the rocky path below to meander through the valley. Hills made
of gravel and of debris of skeletons and dead trees litter the choked path
through the hillside. Wind hot as a forge's fire and as furious as any storm
from the sea of storms rages through the narrow space between the hillside.
Up ahead the path opens up onto the blighted plains.
[ Exits: n s ]

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You notice some plant life growing here...


Basically she crossed me a couple times after this but Apokalypse showed up and gave here something else to look at and I got another tic of rest and got in safe.
Good fun!!!

[Jack]

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