The death of [49 Necrolyte] Gelcro AnGEr Of The Honoured (Githzerai)

in The Ogre's Foot Lounge

from the perspective of [49 Necrolyte] Gelcro AnGEr Of The Honoured (Githzerai)

<worn as a badge>    a slimy snot rag of a cRaZy MaN [poor]
<worn on head>       the devil crown of Bar'zuul (magic)
<worn on eyes>       an eyepatch of a cRazY MaN [superior]
<worn in ear>        a tiger's tooth earring
<worn in ear>        a tiger's tooth earring [poor]
<worn around neck>   an exquisite granite choker
<worn around neck>   a majestic feather of a roc
<worn on body>       a suit of diamond platemail (magic) (humming)
<worn about body>    a dark-blue robe of stars and moons [poor] (magic) (humming)
<worn on back>       a large leather backpack
<worn about waist>   a fanged bone belt from The Savannah of Broken Trusts (illuminating)
<worn on arms>       a pair of chainmail-linked arm plates
<held as shield>     a masterly-crafted bronze buckler from The Motte and Bailey of Duke Delwyn
<worn around wrist>  a bracelet of red rocks (glowing)
<worn around wrist>  a bracer of pit worm scales [poor] (magic)
<worn on hands>      some sinister adamantium talons
<worn on finger>     a silver ring encrusted with a black sapphire (magic) (humming)
<worn on finger>     the ring of the mad mage [superior] (magic)
<held>               the gem of the aerie [superior] (magic)
<worn on legs>       a pair of charred black leggings


< 417h/417H 151v/151V Pos: standing >
You are carrying: (3/10)
a charred and burnt spellcase with golden edges (magic)
a spellbook of arcane magic [superior] (magic) (glowing)
a small leather bag

< 417h/417H 151v/151V Pos: standing >
You are using:
<worn as a badge>    a slimy snot rag of a cRaZy MaN [poor]
<worn on head>       the devil crown of Bar'zuul (magic)
<worn on eyes>       an eyepatch of a cRazY MaN [superior]
<worn in ear>        a tiger's tooth earring
<worn in ear>        a tiger's tooth earring [poor]
<worn on face>       a frogskin mask
<worn around neck>   an exquisite granite choker
<worn around neck>   a majestic feather of a roc
<worn on body>       a suit of diamond platemail (magic) (humming)
<worn about body>    a dark-blue robe of stars and moons [poor] (magic) (humming)
<worn on back>       a large leather backpack
<worn about waist>   a fanged bone belt from The Savannah of Broken Trusts (illuminating)
<worn on arms>       a pair of chainmail-linked arm plates
<held as shield>     a masterly-crafted bronze buckler from The Motte and Bailey of Duke Delwyn
<worn around wrist>  a bracelet of red rocks (glowing)
<worn around wrist>  a bracer of pit worm scales [poor] (magic)
<worn on hands>      some sinister adamantium talons
<worn on finger>     a silver ring encrusted with a black sapphire (magic) (humming)
<worn on finger>     the ring of the mad mage [superior] (magic)
<held>               the gem of the aerie [superior] (magic)
<worn on legs>       a pair of charred black leggings
<worn on feet>       some humming dragonscale boots from City of Torrhan

< 417h/417H 151v/151V Pos: standing >
Gelcro appears to be Githzerai and is in excellent condition.
He's medium in size.
He's encased in a shimmering globe!

<worn as a badge>    a slimy snot rag of a cRaZy MaN [poor]
<worn on head>       the devil crown of Bar'zuul (magic)
<worn on eyes>       an eyepatch of a cRazY MaN [superior]
<worn in ear>        a tiger's tooth earring
<worn in ear>        a tiger's tooth earring [poor]
<worn on face>       a frogskin mask
<worn around neck>   an exquisite granite choker
<worn around neck>   a majestic feather of a roc
<worn on body>       a suit of diamond platemail (magic) (humming)
<worn about body>    a dark-blue robe of stars and moons [poor] (magic) (humming)
<worn on back>       a large leather backpack
<worn about waist>   a fanged bone belt from The Savannah of Broken Trusts (illuminating)
<worn on arms>       a pair of chainmail-linked arm plates
<held as shield>     a masterly-crafted bronze buckler from The Motte and Bailey of Duke Delwyn
<worn around wrist>  a bracelet of red rocks (glowing)
<worn around wrist>  a bracer of pit worm scales [poor] (magic)
<worn on hands>      some sinister adamantium talons
<worn on finger>     a silver ring encrusted with a black sapphire (magic) (humming)
<worn on finger>     the ring of the mad mage [superior] (magic)
<held>               the gem of the aerie [superior] (magic)
<worn on legs>       a pair of charred black leggings
<worn on feet>       some humming dragonscale boots from City of Torrhan

< 417h/417H 151v/151V Pos: standing >
Saving Gelcro.

< 417h/417H 151v/151V Pos: standing >
The Ogre's Foot Inn
Obvious exits: -W -D
A gnoby piece of wood, perhaps a small mace, lies here.
A steel long sword has been left here.
A steel short sword lies discarded here.
A steel dagger has been tossed aside here.
A two-handed sword, nearly six feet in length, lies here.
A warhammer with a sturdy-looking steel head lies here.
A stout cudgel carved from oak wood lies here.
[2] A large wooden torch has been discarded here.
A long steel sword is here in the dirt.
[5] A small bandage rests upon the ground here.
A large sign hangs from the front of the counter here.
Premo (Human)(medium) stands here.
A tharnadian illusionist stands here watching for intruders.
A tough looking warrior is scanning the landscape beyond the walls.
A tough looking warrior is scanning the landscape beyond the walls.
The receptionist stands here behind the counter, waiting to help someone.

< 417h/417H 151v/151V Pos: standing >
The Ogre's Foot Lounge
Obvious exits: -N -U -D
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.'
You sense a lifeform nearby.

< 417h/417H 150v/151V Pos: standing >
The Great Fountain of Tharnadia
Obvious exits: -N -E -S -W
A shingle hangs over the door to the south.
Before you stands a huge board containing news and feedback.
An onyx plaque can be seen written on the fountain.
A beautifully sculpted ivory fountain rests here.
*a half-elf guard is standing here, busy with his own matters.
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a half-elf guard's head.
The Tharnadian Quartermaster stands here.
The town crier is standing here, eagerly awaiting to perform his duties.
A half-elf guard snaps into visibility.
Out of nowhere, a half-elf guard stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!
A half-elf guard twists the blade lodged in your back causing you to writhe in agony.
Out of nowhere, a half-elf guard stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!

< 208h/417H 149v/151V Pos: standing >
< T: Gelcro TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: a half-elf guard sta EP: excellent >
 A half-elf guard parries your futile lunge at him.
A half-elf guard snaps into visibility.

< 208h/417H 149v/151V Pos: standing >
< T: Gelcro TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: a half-elf guard sta EP: excellent >
 The town crier says in common 'Buying a boat is a good investment, but sailing takes practice.'
The town crier says in common 'The Tharnadian western and southern docks are a good place to get advice.'

< 208h/417H 149v/151V Pos: standing >
< T: Gelcro TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: a half-elf guard sta EP: excellent >
 A militia guard enters from the west.

< 208h/417H 149v/151V Pos: standing >
< T: Gelcro TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: a half-elf guard sta EP: excellent >
 You attempt to flee...
The Ogre's Foot Lounge
Obvious exits: -N -U -D
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.'
You flee southward!

< 208h/417H 120v/151V Pos: standing >
Sorry, but you cannot do that here!

< 208h/417H 120v/151V Pos: standing >
A half-elf guard sneaks in from the north.

< 208h/417H 122v/151V Pos: standing >
A half-elf guard snaps into visibility.
Out of nowhere, a half-elf guard stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!
Out of nowhere, a half-elf guard stabs you in the back.
YIKES!  Another hit like that, and you've had it!!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
With a swift tug a half-elf guard wrenches the weapon free, ramming it into you again.
Out of nowhere, a half-elf guard stabs you in the back, RIP...
Your humming dragonscale boots from City of Torrhan was completely destroyed by the massive blow!
Your frogskin mask was completely destroyed by the massive blow!