A Case of Mistaken Identity

[Muzan]

You gaze deep into the medium-sized cloaked figure's proud steel grey eyes and bow with preternatural grace.
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You swing your serrated obsidian halberd wildly at the resolute bald male human and manage to cut his body superficially.
Script paused.
ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
The medium-sized cloaked figure is feeling very well.
The resolute bald male human is feeling very well.
The surly green-eyed male human is feeling very well.
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who
There are 51 players in the game, of which 25 fit your selection.
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The presence of daystar weakens and distracts you.
The resolute bald male human is bleeding, soaking the ground!
With a flurry of slashes from your unusual serrated obsidian halberd you manage to nick the resolute bald male human's body in several places, causing a trickle of blood.
The resolute bald male human just nicks your right arm with his long steel spear.
You swing your serrated obsidian halberd wildly at the resolute bald male human and manage to cut his body superficially.
A shrill hiss sounds out as jets of hot steam erupt from your serrated obsidian halberd and redden the skin on the body of the resolute bald male human!
He looks slightly hurt by the steam.
You are ready to perform bloodletter again.
!bloodletter
You prepare to bloodletter.
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Your undead flesh knits together, closing your wounds.
You swing your serrated obsidian halberd wildly at the resolute bald male human and manage to cut his legs superficially.
The resolute bald male human just nicks your legs with his long steel spear.
The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: Greetings.
The presence of daystar weakens and distracts you.
The resolute bald male human is bleeding, soaking the ground!
With a flurry of slashes from your unusual serrated obsidian halberd you manage to nick the resolute bald male human's head in several places, causing a trickle of blood.
You feel calm again.
You say to a medium-sized cloaked figure: All well, Silas?
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ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
The medium-sized cloaked figure is feeling very well.
The resolute bald male human is aching.
The surly green-eyed male human is feeling very well.
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Crouching low, you explode with unnatural speed and viciously maul the resolute bald male human, severely injuring his left arm with your serrated obsidian halberd.
You are ready to perform bloodletter again.
!bloodletter
You prepare to bloodletter.
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The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: Aye.
You swing your serrated obsidian halberd wildly at the resolute bald male human and manage to cut his body superficially.
The presence of daystar weakens and distracts you.
The resolute bald male human is bleeding, soaking the ground!
With a flurry of slashes from your unusual serrated obsidian halberd you manage to nick the resolute bald male human's legs in several places, causing a trickle of blood.
You feint, pause, and then with rapid succession, viciously slash the resolute bald male human multiple times on the head with your serrated obsidian halberd.
You are ready to perform bloodletter again.
!bloodletter
You prepare to bloodletter.
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You feint, pause, and then with rapid succession, viciously slash the resolute bald male human multiple times on the legs with your serrated obsidian halberd.
The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: Except that Cair Andros is under attack!
The resolute bald male human strikes out at you with his long steel spear, hurting your body.
The presence of daystar weakens and distracts you.
Whirling and spinning your unusual serrated obsidian halberd, masterfully, you deeply rend the resolute bald male human in multiple locations, leaving the areas slick with blood.
You feel calm again.
The medium-sized cloaked figure frowns deeply.
The resolute bald male human strikes out at you with his long steel spear, hurting your body.
You say to a medium-sized cloaked figure: What?! Where?!
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You are ready to perform bloodletter again.
!bloodletter
You prepare to bloodletter.
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Rushing forward you nearly eviscerate the resolute bald male human with your serrated obsidian halberd by causing a gruesome wound across his belly.

You peer wildly around.
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ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
The medium-sized cloaked figure is feeling very well.
The resolute bald male human is at death's door.
The surly green-eyed male human is feeling very well.
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Your undead flesh knits together, closing your wounds.
The presence of daystar weakens and distracts you.
With unnatural speed, you move and grip the resolute bald male human by the throat sinking your fangs into his neck! Greedily, you drain every last drop of warm blood from the resolute bald male human before the heart stops!
You toss the lifeless corpse aside!
You feel calm again.
The resolute bald male human died.
. . .

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The area is overwhelmed with brilliant light.
The area is sheltered from the sun's rays.
You are currently on the lower levels of Cair Andros in one of the rooms designated as sleeping quarters for the soldiers who have been assigned to serve in the fortress. Both the eastern and western walls are lined with bunks, simple pallets for the men to sleep in when they are off-duty. There appears to be a dismantled ballista piled up against the northern wall and a wide opening in the southern wall leads back out to the corridor.
There is one obvious exit: south.
A corpse of a resolute bald male human, an iron oil-lamp and a corpse of a surly clean-shaven male human.
A medium-sized cloaked figure and a surly green-eyed male human.
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!assist
Assist whom? You are not in a team.
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The medium-sized cloaked figure points at you.
Your undead flesh knits together, closing your wounds.
You are ready to perform bloodletter again.
!bloodletter
You aren't fighting anyone!
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The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: It's yoU!
The medium-sized cloaked figure frowns deeply.
You release your grip around the halberd.
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You peer slowly around.
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The area is overwhelmed with brilliant light.
The area is sheltered from the sun's rays.
You are currently on the lower levels of Cair Andros in one of the rooms designated as sleeping quarters for the soldiers who have been assigned to serve in the fortress. Both the eastern and western walls are lined with bunks, simple pallets for the men to sleep in when they are off-duty. There appears to be a dismantled ballista piled up against the northern wall and a wide opening in the southern wall leads back out to the corridor.
There is one obvious exit: south.
A corpse of a resolute bald male human, an iron oil-lamp and a corpse of a surly clean-shaven male human.
A medium-sized cloaked figure and a surly green-eyed male human.
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The medium-sized cloaked figure nods firmly.
You emote: |Muzan| shows his hands.
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The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: I'm certain!
ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
The medium-sized cloaked figure is feeling very well.
The surly green-eyed male human is feeling very well.
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The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: I saw it...
The medium-sized cloaked figure speaks in a hushed voice: I think.
You say to a medium-sized cloaked figure: You must be mistaking me for my Cousin, Muzanne...
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The medium-sized cloaked figure scratches its head.
The medium-sized cloaked figure goes hmmmm.
The medium-sized cloaked figure ponders the situation.
You say to a medium-sized cloaked figure: Oh, look at the time.. lovely seeing you...
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You emote: |Muzan| murmurs a dark blessing.
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You take the medium-sized cloaked figure in your arms and hold it tightly in your embrace.
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Message: 311
From : Silas
Subject: Encounter
Date : Sun Apr 20 15:48:32 2025

Greetings,

Apologies if I mistook you for your cousin, Muzanne. I have been known to make
such mistakes in the past. Next time I shall try to be more observant.

Silas

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Message: 310
From : Muzan
Reply : Encounter
To : Silas
CC : Muzan
Date : Sun Apr 20 15:52:42 2025

Darkest Greetings,

It is quite al-right. I am sure Gondor is pleased with your Service,
regardless.

M.
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Lmao.