Whoops

[shalath]

< T: Eki TC: small wounds E: cyclops EC: few wounds P: std >
Corlythil starts casting an offensive spell.
< 346h/414H 119v/120V >
< T: Eki TC: small wounds E: cyclops EC: few wounds P: std >
Corlythil completes his spell...
Corlythil utters the words, 'saxzf xafe nore'
A cyclops warrior lashes out angrily, blinded by Corlythil's word!
< 346h/414H 119v/120V >
< T: Eki TC: small wounds E: cyclops EC: few wounds P: std >
Corlythil group-says 'done'
< 345h/414H 120v/120V >
< T: Eki TC: small wounds E: cyclops EC: few wounds P: std > es w%;e%;back cyclops
OUCH! That really did HURT!
A Carved Out Opening in the Cliff Wall
Exits: -E -S
A thick wooden club lies here in the dirt.
Corlythil flies in from the south.
You flee northward!
Why? You are not fighting anyone.
< 220h/414H 119v/120V >
< P: std > A Carved Out Opening in the Cliff Wall
Exits: -W
A robed cyclops rests here brewing some new alchemical concoction.
Corlythil flies in from the west.
< 220h/414H 118v/120V >
< P: std > A cyclops magus makes a strange sound, as you place an enchanted khanjari dagger in his back.
BRR! As you hit a cyclops magus, deadly cold fills your bones..
With a final blow, you feel yourself falling to the ground.
Your soul leaves your body in the cold sleep of death...
The world starts spinning, and your ears are ringing!
You lose a level!
Your flesh loses its stony texture.
Your form stops blurring.
Your form stops blurring.

*** Welcome to Toril ***


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