Thakrian tactics at their best...
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Terrible Tempre, Artisan of Warto Everyone

Here is a little excerpt from an encounter I had with Bominog yesterday.


Shipbuilders warehouse.

Bominog is here.

You can discern no hidden presences here.

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Your order is understood. A brown stallion moves towards Bominog menacingly...

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Bominog wears still the alkar of rebirth. You cannot get close.

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You prepare to hold your breath.

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You prepare yourself to parry Bominog in three seconds.

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You cease your steady parrying.

You are now blocking movement to the east.

1672h, 1572m cfi(--) Arc in 1!

You have equilibrium.

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Someone's pipe gives off columns of smoke.

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You inhale a deep lungful of air.

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You are now following Bominog around.

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You are able to see by the light of a lore-staff of oak. The Thakria flag, that of the crescent moon, flies here. You

notice exits east, and southeast.

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You follow Bominog to In the skies above the battle-isle.

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You call to your friends: \"Block se\".

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Bominog bends his head forward and chunders.

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Bominog has determined to return to Avalon and duly summons a cloud-chariot to transport him back to his home

continent...

You are unable to follow into a special protected location.

You are no longer following Bominog; unable (or unwilling) to trace a route twixt where you stand and where you need

to be.

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You grow a little more calm.

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Someone tells you, \"He melted\".

Your rune-bug picks up words: Crooked Clara tells Terrible Tempre, \"He melted\".

1672h, 1572m cfi(--) Arc in 1!

You examine the clues, sniff the air and question your intuition; you see an echo of By the Pool of Life.


When confronted about his abuse of the Battle Isle, he stated, \"It's what I did, deal with it. \"


I am dealing with it, Bominog. By showing the world what a coward you are, and taking other less obvious actions, I

hope to encourage a shift back to an Avalon where you had to be clever to get out of trouble. Not just flagrantly

willing to abuse special game mechanics offered for teaching purposes. I think it's special that you lot have

recognized your interminable uselessness, but in my day, it was learn to escape utilizing your own abilities/wiles,

or stand and die like a grown-up. I know you haven't had the best teachers, but come on man, dare to be different!


Tempre, calling out the cowards


Written by my hand on the 17th of Agamnion, in the year 1287.