Korisk stole from someone close to me so introduced him to my flail. Enjoy...
Tensing every muscle with the effort of focusing your warrior's spirit into a challenge to those who will not face you in open battle, your roar is an undeniable threat to those who skulk in the shadows.
Felicyndia appears less inclined to rely on her stealthy talents for some time.
With an involuntary gasp escaping his mouth, Korsik reveals his hiding place.
Korsik appears less inclined to rely on his stealthy talents for some time.
A rock troll appears less inclined to rely on its stealthy talents for some time.
A rock troll appears less inclined to rely on its stealthy talents for some time.
A rock troll appears less inclined to rely on its stealthy talents for some time.
>roar wail
The technique of the Banshee's Wail flows fluidly through your mind an instant before you unleash its power through a roar of fatal intent.
Felicyndia appears frozen with fear!
Korsik appears frozen with fear!
A rock troll appears frozen with fear!
A rock troll appears frozen with fear!
A rock troll appears frozen with fear!
>
You feel fully balanced again.
>eng kor
You begin to advance on Korsik.
>
Korsik says, "hm"
>
You close to pole weapon range on Korsik.
>attack kor abdomen
< You charge an obsidian black flail at Korsik. Korsik attempts to dodge.
The flail lands a spine-rattling strike that pierces clean through the abdomen and out the back (Shiskabob!).
* Korsik is slain before your eyes!
Korsik's war mallet falls to the ground.
[You're slightly off balance]
[Roundtime 6 sec.]
R>
You hear the ghostly voice of Korsik ask, "A particular reason?"
R>
You feel fully balanced again.
R>'your ugley
You say, "your ugley"
>
The rock troll dissolves into a pile of chalk.
A sharp pine sapling cracks and rots away along with the troll.
>
Tenion reveals himself.
Tenion gestures.
In a blazing fountain of red-gold sparks, a red Moongate blazes into life.
>
You hear the ghostly voice of Korsik ask, "That's your only reason?"
>
You sense the equilibrium of the Dragon present within you, stabilizing your stance.
>
A rock troll slices wide at Felicyndia. The sapling lands a good hit to her left arm!
>drag kor moon
You grab Korsik's body and drag it with you . . .
[Hara'jaal, Amo Potha Telga]
A faint path opens up into this clearing and leads into the tangled thicket in the south. The ground slopes steeply to the north. You also see a red Moongate and a red moonbeam.
Also here: the body of Lord Knight Korsik who is lying down.
Obvious paths: none.
