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Friday, 23 September, 2005 by L
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The ice trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall,
perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past
thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell.
The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a
gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank
the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam.
[...]
Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its
fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one
taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it
scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew
fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together.
He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The
waning faggot cast red light over his fangs.
        [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ]

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hits! The ice trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall,
perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past
thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell.
The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a
gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank
the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam.
[...]
Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its
fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one
taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it
scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew
fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together.
He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The
waning faggot cast red light over his fangs.
        [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ]

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bites!
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& "Gangway!"
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"WAAAAAAHH! WAAAAAAHH!
-the Banshee."


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Daverd September 23, 2005 00:13
First comment: 18 August, 2004 26 comments written
Um, what?
Plague September 23, 2005 00:26
First comment: 31 January, 2005 102 comments written
Dude, it's the Wail of the Banshee. Try playing D&D.
Plague September 23, 2005 00:27
First comment: 31 January, 2005 102 comments written
Oh yeah, nice job L :)
Daverd September 23, 2005 02:51
First comment: 18 August, 2004 26 comments written
I do play D&D, and I just read the spell description for Wail of the Banshee, and I still don't get it.
Kernigh September 23, 2005 03:12
First comment: 6 April, 2005 349 comments written
Dudley, use your teleport scrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand.
I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd
Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd--
I caught a finger: but the downward weight
O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate
The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its dripping leaves with eager care.
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on
My soul page after page, till well-nigh won
Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied,
I read these words, and read again, and tried
My eyes against the heavens, and read again.
        [ Endymion, by John Keats ]

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M September 23, 2005 07:03
First comment: 1 June, 2005 13 comments written
in the old Hack, if I remember correctly, you would "hear the wail of a Banshee..." when you wereIn 1573, the Parliament of Dole published a decree, permitting
the inhabitants of the Franche-Comte to pursue and kill a
were-wolf or loup-garou, which infested that province,
"notwithstanding the existing laws concerning the chase."
The people were empowered to "assemble with javelins,
halberds, pikes, arquebuses and clubs, to hunt and pursue the
said were-wolf in all places where they could find it, and to
take, burn, and kill it, without incurring any fine or other
penalty." The hunt seems to have been successful, if we may
judge from the fact that the same tribunal in the following
year condemned to be burned a man named Giles Garnier, who
ran on all fours in the forest and fields and devoured little
children, "even on Friday." The poor lycanthrope, it appears,
had as slight respect for ecclesiastical feasts as the French
pig, which was not restrained by any feeling of piety from
eating infants on a fast day.
        [ The History of Vampires, by Dudley Wright ]

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running low on hitpoints.
Potman September 23, 2005 07:09
First comment: 17 June, 2005 8 comments written
Also, in one of Terry Pratchett's novels, there's a banshee, who instead of yelling you, gives you this piece of paper that reads WAAAAAH WAAAAAH!
Garbled September 23, 2005 07:47
First comment: 20 September, 2005 12 comments written
In the original hack, at low HP you would either get the message "you hear the howling of the Cwn-annA pack of snow-white, red-eared spectral hounds which
sometimes took part in the kidnappings and raids the
inhabitants of the underworld sometimes make on this world
(the Wild Hunt). They are associated in Wales with the sounds
of migrating wild geese, and are said to be leading the souls
of the damned to hell. The phantom chase is usually heard or
seen in midwinter and is accompanied by a howling wind.
        [ Encyclopedia Mythica, ed. M.F. Lindemans ]

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" or "you hear the wailing of the banshee". One was for 5hp, one was for 1hp. Don't remember which..
Jonas September 23, 2005 08:13
First comment: 15 July, 2005 24 comments written
Oh. I thought it was Mail of the Banshee :)
L September 23, 2005 14:01
First comment: 10 February, 2005 285 comments written
To tell the truth, I stole the idea from this classic D&D humour pageThese strange creatures live mostly on the surface of the
earth, gathering together in societies of various forms, but
occasionally a stray will descend into the depths and commit
mayhem among the dungeon residents who, naturally, often
resent the intrusion of such beasts. They are capable of
using weapons and magic, and it is even rumored that the
Wizard of Yendor is a member of this species.

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http://www.duke.edu/webOh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
        [ Marmion, by Sir Walter Scott ]

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/DRAGO/humor/useless_spells.html

...where the spell mentioned in the post above this one appears.
L September 23, 2005 14:02
First comment: 10 February, 2005 285 comments written
Consarnit!

Well, at least the URL's there.
blindcoder September 23, 2005 16:11
First comment: 21 March, 2005 27 comments written
actually, wail of the banshee and howling of the cwn-annA pack of snow-white, red-eared spectral hounds which
sometimes took part in the kidnappings and raids the
inhabitants of the underworld sometimes make on this world
(the Wild Hunt). They are associated in Wales with the sounds
of migrating wild geese, and are said to be leading the souls
of the damned to hell. The phantom chase is usually heard or
seen in midwinter and is accompanied by a howling wind.
        [ Encyclopedia Mythica, ed. M.F. Lindemans ]

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(sp?) is still there in nethack.
oh, and that pratchett book rocked hard :D
Garbled September 23, 2005 17:41
First comment: 20 September, 2005 12 comments written
In nethack, you seem to die much faster than in hack. In hack death[Pestilence:] And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals,
and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four
beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white
horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given
unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.

[War:] And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the
second beast say, Come and see. And there went out another
horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon
to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one
another: and there was given unto him a great sword.

[Famine:] And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the
third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black
horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his
hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say,
A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley
for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.

[Death:] And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the
voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and
behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death,
and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over
the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with
hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
[ Revelations of John, 6:1-8 ]

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was usually slow and agonizing, hp by hp. Those messages wereIn 1573, the Parliament of Dole published a decree, permitting
the inhabitants of the Franche-Comte to pursue and kill a
were-wolf or loup-garou, which infested that province,
"notwithstanding the existing laws concerning the chase."
The people were empowered to "assemble with javelins,
halberds, pikes, arquebuses and clubs, to hunt and pursue the
said were-wolf in all places where they could find it, and to
take, burn, and kill it, without incurring any fine or other
penalty." The hunt seems to have been successful, if we may
judge from the fact that the same tribunal in the following
year condemned to be burned a man named Giles Garnier, who
ran on all fours in the forest and fields and devoured little
children, "even on Friday." The poor lycanthrope, it appears,
had as slight respect for ecclesiastical feasts as the French
pig, which was not restrained by any feeling of piety from
eating infants on a fast day.
        [ The History of Vampires, by Dudley Wright ]

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much much more common. You probably don't see them as often because some of them have been replaced by the gauntlet messages IIRC, like "wizardEbenezum walked before me along the closest thing we could
find to a path in these overgrown woods. Every few paces he
would pause, so that I, burdened with a pack stuffed with
arcane and heavy paraphernalia, could catch up with his
wizardly strides. He, as usual, carried nothing, preferring,
as he often said, to keep his hands free for quick conjuring
and his mind free for the thoughts of a mage.
        [ A Dealing with Demons, by Craig Shaw Gardner ]

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is about to die"
L September 24, 2005 13:57
First comment: 10 February, 2005 285 comments written
Those messages wereIn 1573, the Parliament of Dole published a decree, permitting
the inhabitants of the Franche-Comte to pursue and kill a
were-wolf or loup-garou, which infested that province,
"notwithstanding the existing laws concerning the chase."
The people were empowered to "assemble with javelins,
halberds, pikes, arquebuses and clubs, to hunt and pursue the
said were-wolf in all places where they could find it, and to
take, burn, and kill it, without incurring any fine or other
penalty." The hunt seems to have been successful, if we may
judge from the fact that the same tribunal in the following
year condemned to be burned a man named Giles Garnier, who
ran on all fours in the forest and fields and devoured little
children, "even on Friday." The poor lycanthrope, it appears,
had as slight respect for ecclesiastical feasts as the French
pig, which was not restrained by any feeling of piety from
eating infants on a fast day.
        [ The History of Vampires, by Dudley Wright ]

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from Gauntlet?!
Grey Knight October 21, 2005 12:24
First comment: 20 October, 2005 116 comments written
Oh I see how it is. We can spell CwnAnnA pack of snow-white, red-eared spectral hounds which
sometimes took part in the kidnappings and raids the
inhabitants of the underworld sometimes make on this world
(the Wild Hunt). They are associated in Wales with the sounds
of migrating wild geese, and are said to be leading the souls
of the damned to hell. The phantom chase is usually heard or
seen in midwinter and is accompanied by a howling wind.
        [ Encyclopedia Mythica, ed. M.F. Lindemans ]

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correctly, but not bean s&iacute;? Pfssh.
Grey Knight October 21, 2005 12:25
First comment: 20 October, 2005 116 comments written
Also, we can't place literal accented chars í, or their HTML entities &iacute;. Angrypuppy is not pleased.
Fathead July 18, 2006 20:04
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
Who is AngryPuppy?
Grognor April 16, 2007 08:32
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
Shh... If you don't understand a meme it's best not to get involved.

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