The death of [56 Guardian] Deathli The Empire (Dwarf)

in The Ogre's Foot Lounge

from the perspective of [56 Guardian] Deathli The Empire (Dwarf)



< 1h/665H 216v/218V Pos: standing >
The receptionist turns and says, 'The town is under attack!'
  'Try to get a portal out of here, or run to another exit!'
  'Please hurry great adventurer, the town needs you.'
The receptionist wishes you good luck. 
Sorry, but you cannot do that here!

< 1h/665H 216v/218V Pos: standing >
Jonti has returned from the dead.

< 1h/665H 218v/218V Pos: standing >
The Ogre's Foot Lounge
Obvious exits: -N# -U -D
Puddles of fresh blood cover the ground.
A shimmering iron crown lies here on the ground.
A fur backpack has been left here.
The corpse of a Human is lying here.
The corpse of a militia guard is lying here.
[2] The corpse of a Thri-Kreen is lying here.
A large portal leading to the arena floats here. (glowing)
A stone hearth is set in the wall.
A mighty board stands here held up by great swords reading 'Flame Board.'
A Kobold (tiny) stands in mid-air here. (casting) 

< 1h/665H 217v/218V Pos: standing >
A Kobold completes his spell...
A Kobold utters the words 'gragpuio eabratizgg'
A Kobold utters a word of dark speech, and a shadowy hand coalesces near YOU!
YIKES!  Another hit like that, and you've had it!!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
The world starts spinning, and your ears are ringing!
A clawed darkness rushing at you is the last thing you before everything goes dark...