[Darkness]

As the Sage strides forth to deliver another attack, he steps upon the toothpick! He yelps in pain, raising up his foot into his hands and hopping around on the other, trying to pull it out.

... Thus, I believe the toothpick was aptly named when it was called 'The Toothpick of DOOOOOOOOM!'.

The Sage of Fire:
HP: 1,400
DP: 1,000
EP: 0
- Flames of the Ancients: EC = 500; DP: 0; Effect = The Sage of Fire calls upon the powers of the ember, and wielding them, he sends forth the flames of Hell upon the target player, burning the target for the next three turns for twelve hundred damage each turn.
- Inferno: EC = 1,000; DP: 0; Effect = The Sage toys with the target's senses, making them believe that they are in fact burning. They lose the next two turns.
~Unknown~

[Neraphym]

Lohengrin attacks!

Lohengrin
HP: 1000
DP: 600

[Darkness]

Finally, after much hopping, the Sage finds the origin of his pain. The toothpick! He pulls it out and tosses it over his shoulder, preparing to attack once more. He lunges forward and attacks Saelel!

The Sage of Fire:
HP: 800
DP: 1,000
EP: 0
- Flames of the Ancients: EC = 500; DP: 0; Effect = The Sage of Fire calls upon the powers of the ember, and wielding them, he sends forth the flames of Hell upon the target player, burning the target for the next three turns for twelve hundred damage each turn.
- Inferno: EC = 1,000; DP: 0; Effect = The Sage toys with the target's senses, making them believe that they are in fact burning. They lose the next two turns.
~Unknown~

[Neraphym]

Lohengrin attacks again!

Lohengrin
HP: 1000
DP: 600

[Darkness]

The Sage attacks Lohengrin for a final time!

The Sage of Fire:
HP: 200
DP: 1,000
EP: 0
- Flames of the Ancients: EC = 500; DP: 0; Effect = The Sage of Fire calls upon the powers of the ember, and wielding them, he sends forth the flames of Hell upon the target player, burning the target for the next three turns for twelve hundred damage each turn.
- Inferno: EC = 1,000; DP: 0; Effect = The Sage toys with the target's senses, making them believe that they are in fact burning. They lose the next two turns.
~Unknown~

[MA-53]

Beaten terribly, but not killed, Saelel roars once more and delivers the final blow!


- Jump Attack (1000): EC=400; DP=160: The Warrior jumps into the air and hits the target with his/her weapon(s) from above.

Saelel:
[Illusion of the Lion]
HP: 25/2025
DP: 321
EP: 600/1000

[Darkness]

As the final strike is layed, the place where the three claws had cut seemed to tear open and show darkness within. The darkness shoots outward, sprouting up like a ridge of mountains. Deep fissures in his flesh sprout open, crossing his face, his arms, his legs... And the darkness shot outward. Soon his whole body was encompassed, and a sound as if several men were screaming underwater as they drowned filled their ears. In an explosion of dark light, the sound ended. Particles of tangible darkness swirled around where he had stood and then twisted and convulated back to where the statue had once stood of the man. There the darkness was cleansed, turning to a pure white, and then it coalesced into the form of a human man, lying on the pedestal. Within the fountain, the darkness was also cleansed, leaving pure water.

[Neraphym]

Neraphym struggles getting back to his feet. He limps over to the fountain and collapses in its pure waters, healing him completely. He stands back up, this time with greater ease. He travels to the pedestal the dark sage lay on.

[Darkness]

.. You are now on the pedestal...

[MA-53]

Saelel stumbles over his paws as he makes his way over to the fountain lapping up the purified waters, and washing off his blood-clotted fur. He finds himself completely refreshed and healed.

[Neraphym]

Neraphym searches the sage's corpse...

[Darkness]

You find nothing. ... Except feces.

[Neraphym]

Neraphym gives up and walks off the pedestal in the direction of Eledhwen.

[MA-53]

Saelel also steps away, shakes off the excess water from his fur, sits, and waits patiently.

[Darkness]

As he walking is off of the pedestal towards the edge of the fountain, a white light suddenly begins to shine along the edge of it. It raises up until it seems to reach the ceiling (though the darkness consumes it above you as it gets too far for you to see). And then on the center of the edge of the fountain, the stone seems to rotate and transform and raise up, and upon it is a sword hilt. It seems to be made of some sort of dark metal... And the grip is dark brown. It is around two feet long, and the whole hilt curves sinuously.