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"The words of the Foolish and those of the Wise
Are not far apart in Discordian Eyes."
(HBT; The Book of Advise, 2:1)
The Erisian Liberation Front, or ELF, is a violent underground of guerilla theologians in the service of chaos. ELF guerillas deal daily with cosmic entities that would devour their souls if not for the protection of Eris -- and who sometimes do anyway. Their lives tend to be short but glorious. They eschew the studious understanding of the POEE in favor of bringing to bear as much raw divine power as they can against the forces of order. ELF members may receive further information on the Front through the help files 'ELF invocation', 'invokable gods', and 'quote'. 'help Discordia' and 'help Hand of Eris' also contain information which one may find useful. Specialty Access Help for the ELF
- Required Specialties
Att Pts Skill -------------------------- Int 1 Conjuring Int 1 Erisian Int 1 Symbology Int 1 Theology Int 1 Xotimancy Wil 1 Chaos Affinity Wil 1 Magik Resistance Wil 1 Entropy Resistance Cha 1 Invocation
5 Int, 3 Wil, 1 Cha
You assert, |remove me from the Erisian Liberation Front | in sibilant Anglic. Sinster Dexter quietly drawls, -_< You've hardly begun to plumb the mysteries of theological anarchism, Drochnei! Talk to me when you're not so wet behind the ears. >_-
(I believe this means you need to see more gods to quit; I have also been advised that it is a combination of invokable gods aswell; I have seen 2, Apollo, Hakkax, and can invoke 23 gods. If anyone can update the ammount, it would be greatly appreciated)
You intone, "remove me from the Erishian Liberation Front" in beautifully-accented Anglic. You lose one hundred seventy-three thousand seven hundred fifty-seven experience. Sinister Dexter nods. Sinister Dexter waves his hand. You suddenly feel indefinably different. Sinister Dexter roars, > Well, you're not one of us anymore, Psykic. And since you know our secrets, that means you'll have to DIE! < in Anglic. Sinister Dexter grins evilly and advances toward you threateningly. Sinister Dexter stops short. Sinister Dexter chitters, "Just kidding. See you around." in Anglic. Sinister Dexter waves. You can no longer specialize in chaos affinity to the degree required, and so have lost all use of this ability. You no longer specialize in conjuring, invocation, symbology or xotimancy.
You say, _remove me from the Erisian Liberation Front_ in whistling, shrieking, lugubriously-accented Anglic. > Sinister Dexter nods. Sinister Dexter waves his hand. You suddenly feel indefinably different. Sinister Dexter states, @"Okay, well, see you around."@ Sinister Dexter starts to walk away from you, then suddenly spins around and leaps toward you. Sinister Dexter attacks you. Sinister Dexter connects skillfully and nicks your body mass with his iron hand axe, despite your attempt to block it with your water-vapor-coated cypress bough, though you are barely affected by the attack. Sinister Dexter connects adequately and randomizes your left arm with his broken violet juniper spirometer, despite your attempt to block it with your water-vapor-coated cypress bough, though you resist the attack somewhat. You can no longer specialize in chaos affinity to the degree required, and so have lost all use of this ability. You no longer specialize in channeling, conjuration, elder lore, empathy, introspection, invocation, symbology or xotimancy. [ Spirit: 227.2/931 Endurance: 1640.6/1652 Speed: 29 Body mass: 1275.6/1276.4 ] You find a weakness in Sinister Dexter's right leg. You thrust the sting on your right hand at Sinister Dexter, connect well and run his right arm through. Sinister Dexter looks sick. Sinister Dexter incants, |- Hastur Hastur Hastur Hastur Hastur Hastur Hast... urrrrrk! -| in Ngaathgl. An obscene black tendril emerges from Sinister Dexter's mouth and squirms its way through the air toward you. Upon reaching you, the black tendril thrusts deeply into your body mass, performing a disgusting peristaltic sucking motion. You experience hideous, wracking pain as the black tendril attempts to suck out both your innards and your lifeforce. You have been stunned by the pain and trauma. The world goes silent. You feel sluggish. You resist the attack slightly. The black tendril disappears. Sinister Dexter murmurs something you cannot hear in Latin. A black haze spreads over the area. Your right hand has the life sucked from it. You have been blinded in your right hand. You feel more sluggish. The black haze vanishes. Sinister Dexter purports something you cannot hear in Latin. The apagion drifts toward you. w > [ Spirit: 215.4/931 Endurance: 1608/1652 Speed: 9 Body mass: 496.5/1276.4 ]
