Smoking Barrels
Volnes, day 15 of the month of Olaesta in the year 5102

***TECHNICAL NOTE***
This log is from Atoyoz's player, and, therefore, the "you" references in this log refer to said character, not Iscikella. In this log the words/actions of the lich essence are recognizable as they read "Atoyoz" rather than "you" and the acts are not in parantheses. During the time the lich essence was in control of Atoyoz, her player had no input into those words/actions.
***END NOTE***

[Rogue Guild, Center Courtyard]
The rough wooden wall of an old warehouse, broken only by the outline of a simple wooden door, bounds the north side of the courtyard. The frosty ground is hard-packed and muddy around the several small tables and chairs that have been arranged near the stone wall of the gaming hall on the south side, where a small well provides a convenient source of water. You also see a faded green belt, a zombie scalp, a shiny fork, Training Administrator Teagais, an oak barrel and some beautiful iceflowers.
Also here: Lady Catlas
Obvious paths: east, west.

The barrel begins to rattle and shudder.

You glance at an oak barrel.

You say in Half-Elven, "Uhm..."

Catlas blinks.

You peer closely at an oak barrel, but see nothing of interest. Maybe if you examined it closely, you would see more.

look in barrel
There is nothing in there.
look behind barrel
There is nothing behind there.
look under barrel
There is nothing under there.

Pieces of wood begin to splinter off the barrel.

Catlas says in Half-Elven, "nothin on it or behind it..."

You reach out and hold Catlas's hand.

You glance down at your empty hands.

You remove a short-hafted black vultite hatchet from in your opal-clasped backpack.
You sling a golvern-bound spiked rolaren targe off from over your shoulder.

Catlas cowers away from an oak barrel.

You are now using your guild abilities to their fullest!

You move into a defensive posture, ready to fend off an attack.

You concentrate on the Presence spell...
You gesture.
You become aware of everyone near you...
You do not detect any hidden or invisible people.

You continue to feel much more aware of your surroundings.

Look in barrel
There is nothing in there.

Catlas works her fingers under her rose and ivy circlet and scratches her head.

You squint at an oak barrel.

You say in Half-Elven, "Very odd...."

Catlas glances at you.

***ADDITIONAL NOTE***
At this point Catlas alone saw:

You notice that Atoyoz's eyes are dilating. The irises narrow, almost slitted.
***END NOTE***

Catlas blinks.

You raise an eyebrow in Catlas's direction.

Catlas says in Half-Elven, "yer eyes dilated..."

You ask in Half-Elven, "What?"

You blink.

You ask in Half-Elven, "They did?"

Tiny wisps of smoke begin to rise up from the barrel.

Catlas nods to you.

You are now speaking the Common language.

Catlas whispers, "yer irises are narrowed almost ta slits"

You glance at Catlas.

The smoke begins to coil about the barrel.

You stride a few steps toward an oak barrel.

Your senses are no longer as sharp.

You lean forward.

You peer closely at an oak barrel, but see nothing of interest. Maybe if you examined it closely, you would see more.

Atoyoz hisses.

You say, "Catlas..."

Catlas turns to face you.

You say, "Be careful."

Catlas nods.

Fahlen just arrived.

Teagais assays Fahlen with a critical eye and says, "Let's find you something to do to earn a rank in Sweep." Teagais gives Fahlen some instructions.

You say, "This is not me."

Fahlen leans on you.

You walk behind an oak barrel.

push barrel
That would accomplish nothing.

Fahlen crouches, sweeps a leg at you and connects!
Failed!
Fahlen futilely whacks your legs!

Fahlen hums distractedly to himself.

You shake your head.

Atoyoz says, "Seek not the orbs, seek the orbs and I shall slay you, your usefullness will come to an end and I will discard your body like lard from a tavern.

Fahlen stands up.

Catlas blinks.

Fahlen glances at you.

You cough.

Fahlen asks in guild speak, "I beg your pardon?"

Catlas says, "she's not herself"

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

Fahlen asks, "How do you mean?"

You say, "I will continue to seek the orbs."

You nod.

The smoke continues to envelop the barrel.

Fahlen glances at an oak barrel.

Fahlen furrows his brow.

You say, "You can slay me if you wish."

Catlas shivers.

The serpentine smoke begins to roll slowly across the feet of Catlas.

Fahlen furrows his brow.

You say, "And when I find the orbs...I will give them to Thurfel."

Fahlen coughs.

Fahlen removes a matte black imflass broadsword from in his tracking boots.
Fahlen slings a coal black vultite shield off from over his shoulder.

Fahlen says, "Get away from the smoke.."

Fahlen nods to Catlas.

You say, "Catlas...be strong."

You move to stand in front of Catlas.

Catlas removes a glossy black vultite broadsword from in her green thigh-sheath.
Catlas slings a silver scarab crested vultite shield off from over her shoulder.

The barrel begins to crack and pop, wood splinters flying in all directions.

Fahlen glances at an oak barrel.

Fahlen frowns.

You whisper quietly to Catlas, "Very likely you'll die if you stay......they'll kill you to hurt me..."

Fahlen says, "This isn't good."

You say, "No it isn't."

Catlas whispers, "I'm staying"

You hug Catlas.

Fahlen stares at an oak barrel.

You say, "Careful..."

You nod to Fahlen.

Fahlen says, "It doesnt scare me."

The barrel begins to tip.

You say, "They'll kill you without blinking an eye."

push barrel
That would accomplish nothing.

Fahlen says, "Maybe"

You chortle.

A foul stench rises up from beneath the barrel.

You fan yourself.

Catlas gags.

Fahlen says, "But I wont be a coward."

You say, "Phew..."

Fahlen covers his nose tightly.
You cover your nose tightly. Phew!

Fahlen shakes his head.

You take a few steps back.

Catlas glances at an oak barrel.

Catlas glares.

Fahlen leans back.

Fahlen gags.

look in barrel
There is nothing in there.
look under barrel
There is nothing under there.
look behind barrel
There is nothing behind there.

The smoke continues to flow about the damaged barrel, the stench growing stronger. Dark, terrible soil can be seen rising up beneath the wood.

You squint at an oak barrel.

Fahlen stares at an oak barrel.

A zombie struggles up out of the ground!

Fahlen coughs.

A zombie struggles up out of the ground!

A soft white glow surrounds the oak barrel.

Fahlen crouches, sweeps a leg at a zombie and connects!
Success!
A zombie falls to the ground! Fahlen deftly regains his footing.

A zombie claws at Catlas!
A clean miss.

You are now using your guild abilities to their fullest!
You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
With instinctive motions, you weave to and fro striking with deliberate and unrelenting fury!
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
A clean miss.
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
A clean miss.
Your flurry of strikes leaves you off-balance and out of position.

A zombie struggles up out of the ground!

You are now in an offensive stance.
You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
With instinctive motions, you weave to and fro striking with deliberate and unrelenting fury!
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 70 points of damage!
Right leg ripped from socket at the knee!
A zombie looks down at her mangled right leg and falls over!
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 76 points of damage!
Left hand severed at the wrist!
The zombie stares at her mangled stump as if she is unable to comprehend that it is missing.
Your flurry of strikes leaves you off-balance and out of position.

A zombie slowly pulls herself back up on her feet.
A zombie claws at you!
A clean miss.

A zombie's eyes flash bright red!
A zombie tries to bite Catlas!
A clean miss.

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
With instinctive motions, you weave to and fro striking with deliberate and unrelenting fury!
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 129 points of damage!
A mighty blow cleaves a swath through the zombie's back, taking the spine with it.
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 60 points of damage!
Spinal cord damaged by smash to the back.
Your flurry of strikes leaves you off-balance and out of position.

Fahlen gags.

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
With instinctive motions, you weave to and fro striking with deliberate and unrelenting fury!
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 110 points of damage!
Weapon arm removed at the shoulder!
The zombie stares at her mangled stump as if she is unable to comprehend that it is missing.
You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the zombie's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.
The zombie shudders slightly then ceases her so called life.
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 63 points of damage!
Blow ruptures the stomach!
Your flurry of strikes leaves you off-balance and out of position.

A zombie tries to bite you!
A clean miss.

Fahlen crouches, sweeps a leg at a zombie and connects!
Failed!
Fahlen whacks a zombie's legs futilely! Fahlen stumbles back on his feet.

You search the zombie.
A zombie quickly decomposes before your eyes.

A zombie's eyes flash bright red!
A zombie tries to bite you!
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Thumped your chest.
Warded off!

You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
With instinctive motions, you weave to and fro striking with deliberate and unrelenting fury!
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 41 points of damage!
Weapon arm mangled horribly.
You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the zombie's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.
The zombie falls to the ground, a lifeless lump of flesh.
You swing a short-hafted black vultite hatchet at a zombie!
... and hit for 92 points of damage!
Smash to cheek driving bone through the eye and into the brain.
You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the zombie's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.
The zombie falls to the ground, a lifeless lump of flesh.
Your flurry of strikes leaves you off-balance and out of position.

Catlas skinned a zombie.

Fahlen says, "I have nothing blessable."

Catlas searches a zombie.
A zombie quickly decomposes before your eyes.

Fahlen sighs.

You search the zombie.
A zombie quickly decomposes before your eyes.

You raise your black vultite hatchet in triumph!

Fahlen glances at an oak barrel.

You exclaim, "You're minions are worthless!"

The smoke sinks into the ground slowly.

Fahlen asks, "That's it?"

Fahlen squints at an oak barrel.

You say, "You will not scare me away."

Catlas says, "not with 3 zombies"

Fahlen chuckles.

The dim aura fades from around you.
The light blue glow leaves you.
The deep blue glow leaves you.
The opalescent aura fades from around you.
The white light leaves you.
The very powerful look leaves you.

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Fahlen cocks his head at you.

Fahlen says, "Uh oh.."

You tap an oak barrel.

Fahlen glances at an oak barrel.

Catlas rubs you gently.

You thump on an oak barrel heavily, but it doesn't seem to do much good.

You lunge forward and ambush the oak barrel mercilessly but with little effect.

You make a horrendous warthog-like noise.

Catlas just tried to kick the barrel!

Fahlen looked like he was about ready to punch the barrel.

You glance down to see a short-hafted black vultite hatchet in your right hand and a golvern-bound spiked rolaren targe in your left hand.

You sling a golvern-bound spiked rolaren targe over your shoulder.
You put a short-hafted black vultite hatchet in your opal-clasped backpack.

Atoyoz says, "If I wished you dead, you would all be dead, slain and laying before me. I do not wish your souls on this evening."

Fahlen glances at you.

You sigh.

You say, "You cannot take my soul."

You say, "My life, yes...my body, yes...but never my soul."

Fahlen says, "Your wishes mean little, really"

Atoyoz reaches out and touches Fahlen softly.

Fahlen furrows his brow.

Fahlen asks, "Are you alright?"

Atoyoz says, "Perhaps, I'll take his instead."

Fahlen rubs you gently.

(Atoyoz pulls her hand back quickly.)

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "You can try"

Atoyoz laughs. "You think you can hide from me?"

You say, "His soul is not for you to take either."

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "You are inhabiting Atoyoz' body."

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "You are limited by a physical body."

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "And therefore, you pose no threat"

Atoyoz smirks.

You say, "Do not taunt them that way..."

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "I do not fear it"

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "Whatever it is."

You say, "You should."

Atoyoz silently whispers an arcane verse.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Catlas glances at you.

You say, "I don't want anyone to die by my hand tonight."

You say, "But they will use me to show their power."

Catlas says, "I'm not leaving you"

Atoyoz smiles softly.

You clench your jaw.

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "As you helped me with my skills, so shall I help you"

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "I wont leave either"

You say, "Don't believe the smiles."

Atoyoz touches the ground.

You say, "They aren't mine."

You stamp your feet.

Black fire races along the ground.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You hear a gagging sound.

Catlas checks her footing.

You hear the voice of Fahlen say, "Get away from it.."

You hear the voice of Fahlen exclaim, "Gah!"

Fahlen comes out of hiding.

Fahlen falls over.

Fahlen screams!

Fahlen mutters under his breath.

You ponder.

Fahlen says, "If that's the best you can do..."

You see Fahlen Shadyblade the Elf.
He appears to be in his 60's, has short, straight light brown hair, green eyes, and tanned skin.
He has a case of sporadic convulsions.

Fahlen says, "You're going to have to try.. a lot.. harder"

Fahlen stands up.

Fahlen mutters under his breath.

Fahlen glowers.

Atoyoz says, "The best I can do is sunder you to ashes. But why bother."

Fahlen glances at you.

You say, "Exactly."

You say, "Why bother."

You say, "It means nothing."

You say, "You can burn us all many times...and it means nothing."

Fahlen says, "Exactly"

Atoyoz says in a very loud voice. "Stay away from the orbs. Do not aid that buffoon. He lies."

Fahlen furrows his brow.

Catlas asks, "what buffoon?"

You exclaim, "That buffoon will destroy you all!"

You say, "They speak of Thurfel."

You nod to Catlas.

Fahlen says, "Leave her alone, whatever you are..."

Catlas nods to you.

You say, "He will get the orbs...and the staff."

You say, "And destroy you all."

You say, "Imprison you once and for all."

Atoyoz reaches out and softly strokes Fahlens cheek. "I just might, but if I do, I may come for you instead."

Fahlen smirks.

You glance at Fahlen.

Fahlen says, "You're a coward."

You chuckle.

Fahlen says, "Thats all there is to it."

You say, "They have been hiding in our bodies for many months now."

You nod to Fahlen.

Fahlen says, "Cowards, all of them"

Fahlen shakes his head.

Fahlen says, "All they do is threaten"

You raise an eyebrow in Fahlen's direction.

Catlas looks over at Fahlen and shakes her head.

You say, "I wouldn't say that exactly."

Fahlen taps a matte black imflass broadsword.

You say, "But they have little power over me now."

Atoyoz smiles at Fahlen.

Fahlen says, "They have little power at all"

Fahlen raises his weapon, pressing it under his own chin.

You say, "They are strong indeed."

Fahlen blinks.

You glance at Fahlen.

You say, "As you see now."

(Fahlen closes his eyes in concentration, attempting to push the weapon down.)

You nod to Fahlen.

Fahlen says, "You will lose"

Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.

You say, "Keep trying."

Atoyoz says, "Shall I have you kill yourself?"

Fahlen says, "You cannot"

The point of the blade digs deeper into Fahlen's neck.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You ask, "And what is the point of that exactly?"

You ask, "To show us that you control our bodies again?"

Blood begins to drip from Fahlen's neck.

(Fahlen braces his foot against the barrel, and pushes down on the blade hard.)

Fahlen says, "Evil will never win"

Fahlen places his hand on his black imflass broadsword.

Atoyoz says, "Leave us be, leave the orbs be, and we will not bother you."

Fahlen shakes his head.

You say, "We will not."

You say, "We'll find the orbs."

You say, "And hand them over to Thurfel."

The blade digs deeper into Fahlen's neck.

Fahlen glowers.

Atoyoz says, "How will you live with the blood of innocents upon your head?"

You say, "Kill him if you must. There will be another to take his place."

You say, "The blood is not on my hands."

You say, "It is on yours."

(Fahlen begins to choke slightly, gasping for breath, in between breaths he chokes out, "You, will not.. win.")

You say, "And you have much blood there already."

(Fahlen leans his head back trying to avoid the blade.)

Catlas asks, "You've been partially defeated already, is that what's bothering you?"

The blade drops lower, no longer sinking its metal tip into the neck of Fahlen.

You smirk.

You say, "You see how pointless it is."

Atoyoz says, "The firemage will never defeat us. Nine versus one?"

(Fahlen squints his eyes in concentration, trying to remove the presence from himself.)

You say, "One versus nine."

You say, "Indeed he will."

You ask, "Do you not know this already?"

Fahlen pants.

You ask, "Isn't that why you try so hard to convince us that he cannot?"

Fahlen kneels down.

You ask, "And which of you will rule if Thurfel should fail?"

Atoyoz grins, "All of us."

You chortle.

You say, "Of course."

You smirk.

You say, "The power hungry hordes will rule together."

You smirk.

You say, "I don't see Aslakian standing for that."

Catlas says, "then we're fine, they'll kill each other off"

Fahlen furrows his brow.

Fahlen stands up.

Atoyoz's eyes unglaze, her posture relaxes.

You make a horrendous warthog-like noise.

Fahlen rubs you gently.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Catlas says, "well, now. That was interesting"

Fahlen asks, "Has it gone?"

You say, "Perhaps they're gone."

A piece of wood drops to the ground, silently hitting the earth.

You squint.

Fahlen gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

You pick up a piece of burnt wood.

It smells like a piece of burnt wood.

You squint.

Fahlen glances at you.

Fahlen asks, "A sign of some sort?"

You squint at a piece of burnt wood.

You say, "Maybe."

You pick up a zombie scalp.

Catlas glances at an oak barrel.

Fahlen rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You wave your zombie scalp around.

You lunge forward and ambush the oak barrel mercilessly but with little effect.

Fahlen says, "Whatever that was.. it was a lot more powerful than I believed."



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