The death of [50 Cenobite] Athra The Empire (Human)

in On a the Deck of a War Ship

from the perspective of [50 Cenobite] Athra The Empire (Human)

<worn on head>       the shadowy crown of damnation of gas defense [superior] made by Dahamma (magic)
<worn on eyes>       a superior stone visor
<worn in ear>        a steel hoop earring [superior]
<worn on face>       a mask of kraken scales [poor]
<worn around neck>   a psionicist locket of power [poor] (magic) (glowing)
<worn around neck>   an amulet of wisdom (magic)
<worn on body>       a sundress of purity and youth [poor] (glowing)
<worn about body>    a dark-blue robe of stars and moons [poor] (magic) (humming)
<worn about waist>   a belt of iron bands (magic)
<worn on belt buckle>a rugged adventurers satchel (magic) (illuminating)
<worn on arms>       a set of jagged blood crystal arm plates (magic)
<worn on hands>      a pair of spectral gauntlets (magic)
<worn on finger>     a glowing electrum ring (magic)
<worn on finger>     a ring of barriers [poor] (magic) [66%]             
<held>               an ancient staff called 'Protector' (magic)
<worn on legs>       some cracked dragonscale greaves
<worn on feet>       white holy sandals (glowing) (humming)


< 596h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >

< 596h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >
On a the Deck of a War Ship
Obvious exits: -North -South
A rope ladder has been tossed over to descend.
*A Goblin (small) La Resistance stands in mid-air here. (camping) 
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a Goblin's head.

< 596h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >
A Goblin snaps into visibility.
Out of nowhere, a Goblin stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!
Out of nowhere, a Goblin stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!
With a swift tug a Goblin wrenches the weapon free, ramming it into you again.
Out of nowhere, a Goblin stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!

< 272h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >
< T: Athra TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: A Goblin sta EP: excellent >
 The green haze encasing a Goblin suddenly turns pitch-black and unleashes twin
tentacles of mist directly at you, which wrap themselves around your chest. A chilling
cold spreads throughout your body, numbing you to the core.  Moments later, you
feel your life's essence being tapped from your body.
You score a CRITICAL HIT!!!!!
A Goblin snaps into visibility.
[Damage:  1 ] -=[You attack a Goblin.]=- [1 hits]

< 222h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >
< T: Athra TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: A Goblin sta EP: excellent >
 You let out a large, bellowing burp.

< 222h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >
< T: Athra TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: A Goblin sta EP: excellent >
 Sorry, you aren't allowed to do that in combat.

< 222h/596H 132v/132V Pos: standing >
< T: Athra TP: sta TC: nasty wounds E: A Goblin sta EP: excellent >
 You attempt to flee...
On a the Deck of a War Ship
   The bare feet of the crew make some thuds against the planks of the deck.
A crew of twenty is required to operate this huge ship. The work never stops
on a ship at sea, which makes strong backs. Huge poles rise up toward the
sky, once the masts are up, with the wind willing, this passenger ship could
make great time in the open sea. The hull looks as though it needs a good
scrub down, as if it's been sailing hard the past few weeks. The deck, also,
needs a good cleaning, and many a ship hand are doing just that. The huge sails
that would catch the wind so vigilantly are tied down, so as not to damage the
masts or ship hand alike. A rail four feet high runs the perimeter of the ship,
as a precaution and something to hang onto for those landlubbers who feel the
need to vomit their dinner overboard.
Obvious exits: -South
The captain of this minotaur vessel studies some orders.
A minotaur sailor eyes you suspiciously.
A minotaur sailor eyes you suspiciously.
A minotaur sailor eyes you suspiciously.
A minotaur sailor eyes you suspiciously.
A minotaur sailor eyes you suspiciously.
You flee northward!

< 222h/596H 105v/132V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .

< 222h/596H 105v/132V Pos: standing >
A faint hum can be heard from the shadowy crown of damnation of gas defense [superior] made by Dahamma you are carrying.

< 222h/596H 106v/132V Pos: standing >
On a the Deck of a War Ship
   The bare feet of the crew make some thuds against the planks of the deck.
A crew of twenty is required to operate this huge ship. The work never stops
on a ship at sea, which makes strong backs. Huge poles rise up toward the
sky, once the masts are up, with the wind willing, this passenger ship could
make great time in the open sea. The hull looks as though it needs a good
scrub down, as if it's been sailing hard the past few weeks. The deck, also,
needs a good cleaning, and many a ship hand are doing just that. The huge sails
that would catch the wind so vigilantly are tied down, so as not to damage the
masts or ship hand alike. A rail four feet high runs the perimeter of the ship,
as a precaution and something to hang onto for those landlubbers who feel the
need to vomit their dinner overboard.
Obvious exits: -North -South
A rope ladder has been tossed over to descend.
*A Goblin (small) La Resistance stands in mid-air here. (camping) 
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a Goblin's head.
A Goblin snaps into visibility.
Out of nowhere, a Goblin stabs you in the back.
OUCH!  That really did HURT!
Out of nowhere, a Goblin stabs you in the back.
You feel your pulse begin to slow and you realize you are mortally wounded...

< -10h/596H 105v/132V Pos: standing >
You are in pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

< -10h/596H 106v/132V Pos: standing >
You are in pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

< -10h/596H 106v/132V Pos: on your ass >
You are in pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

< -10h/596H 106v/132V Pos: on your ass >
You are in pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

< -10h/596H 106v/132V Pos: on your ass >
You are in pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

< -10h/596H 106v/132V Pos: on your ass >