A lesser moor wight raises one decaying arm in a series of mystical gestures, chanting an almost inaudible stream of prayers.
A lesser fetid corpse emerges from the stinking mire, moaning evilly!
The fetid corpse claws at your legs, attempting to drag you into the bog!
The corpse rips at your legs, but you manage to deflect the blows. You sink a little into the bog.
Roundtime: 4 sec.
A lesser moor wight points a decaying finger at you!
A wave of dark ethereal ripples moves outward from a lesser moor wight.
A bog troll is buffeted by the dark ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.
A greater bog troll is buffeted by the dark ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.
You are buffeted by the dark ethereal waves, and knocked to the ground.
You are pinned in place, unable to move.
Roundtime: 18 sec.
A bog wraith claws at you!
AS: +249 vs DS: +308 with AvD: +27 + d100 roll: +34 = +2
A clean miss.
A bog wraith scratches its clawed hand at you!
CS: +215 - TD: +174 + CvA: -7 + d100: +51 == +85
Warded off!
>look
[Miasmal Forest, Slough]
The stench of rotting swampgrass mingles with the odor of wet bark and decaying wood. The pathway is bounded by thick, foul muck. The path disappears east and west into the thick fog. You also see a lesser fetid corpse, a lesser moor wight, a bog troll that is lying down, a lesser moor wight, a bog wraith, a star ruby, a greater bog troll that is lying down, a bog wraith, some acantha leaf, a star sapphire, a thick wooden knurl, some weed-covered brigandine, a thick wooden knurl, a scratched thanot chest and a battered gold coffer.
Obvious paths: east, south, west
>stand
...wait 15 seconds.

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>An officer of the Sorcerer Guild arrives and glances around. "Ah, there you are, Vathon!" he says in a slightly agitated tone. "I have come to formally declare that your membership privileges have been revoked."