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[Yell][Vilicus]: I HAVE…TRANSCENDED!
And with that, Vilicus sank to his knees and snuffed it, taking his ghosts and his poisonous blood trail with him.
Drew practically collapsed as well.
And Mumble went wild.
“Get in there!”
“Omigod!”
“Holy fuck, we did it!”
“I really didn’t think we were going to make that.”
“Check out my DPS!”
“Can I get a rez, please?”
“Well done, guys, that was awesome.”
Slowly, people began to calm down and wander round the torture chamber, bringing their friends back to life.
“And now,” announced Bjorn, “the loots.”
Drew had pretty much forgotten about loot this run. He had nearly everything he needed from CoT anyway, and the guild seemed to have quite a relaxed attitude to the whole thing, which took the pressure off gearing.
“So, let’s see what Uncle Bjorn has in his magic bag. We have a lovely ranger wep, with a beautiful thorns and blood motif. The Tormenter’s Bow.”
[Raid][Heurodis]: [The Tormenter’s Bow]
“Does anybody not already have The Tormenter’s Bow?”
[Raid][Dave]: Ill have it for my os
[Raid][Ialdir]: I’ll have it for my mantelpiece
[Raid][Heurodis]: disenchanting. if you need any purple mats apply to the bank
“And, finally, our last prize this evening, boasting an attractive hardwood handle and a blade which I feel I should point out is extremely historically implausible: The Inexorable Axe.”
[Raid][Heurodis]: [The Inexorable Axe]
Drew jerked suddenly alert.
Holy shit.
Holy, holy shit.
His axe.
Bjorn’s voice seemed to be coming from far away. “Roll MS if you need it.”
Drew scrabbled urgently at his keyboard.
Heurodis rolls a 52
Ialdir rolls a 34
