You throw a glass vial containing a pungent clear liquid at Obelisk!
A glass vial containing a pungent clear liquid shatters on impact!
You make Obelisk's muscles loose, rendering him weak.
You make Obelisk's muscles rigid, rendering him clumsy.
You slow Obelisk's brain and thoughts.

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Obelisk bounces away east, grinning from ear to ear.
A bootblack loudly yells, 'Cor! Didja know Obelisk wuz in town?'

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(HP:206/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe

The Hospital
Faint light from cloudy glass oil lamps illumines a pathetic sight. Rough cots
with mouldy bedding line the damp walls. The sound of coughing seems muffled,
and the nurses who move between the patients with lung fever, with the
syphilitic pox, with scurvy, seem like pale ghosts. The open doorway has been
hastily covered with a ragged old blanket, but it hardly serves to keep out
the acrid smell of fog and salt. The poor men in hospital die more often than
not, and women have been known to prefer Bedlam or suicide to staying here.
[Exits: e s]
A tired but still pretty young woman is nursing the ill here.

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St. Stephen's Street
A quaint London street is around you, marred only by the increasingly poor and
dilapidated picture the shops and buildings present. You think you see a small
alley leading south between the side of an inn and an abandoned warehouse.
North of you is a curious little shop with all sorts of curios and knick-
knacks in the window. West there is a rather grungy looking building that
claims to be a hospital of sorts; you feel sure it usually caters to
drunkards. St. Stephen's continues east from here.
[Exits: e s w]
Gardus is standing here.
A grey rat scuttles across the ground.

(HP:206/210 MV:239/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

They're not here.

(HP:206/210 MV:240/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe
bash obe
bash obe

They're not here.

(HP:206/210 MV:240/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

They're not here.

(HP:206/210 MV:240/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
They're not here.

(HP:206/210 MV:241/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> hunt obe

You pick up the trail.
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is easily seen.
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(HP:206/210 MV:242/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

(HP:206/210 MV:242/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

St. Stephen's Street and Parker Lane
Here venerable old St. Stephen's Street meets the newer Parker Lane, which
leads north into London Town. St. Stephen's Church sits on the corner to the
north-east. The few lampposts around must provide hardly any illumination at
night, and they seem to exist only right around here, the nice part of the
district. The street continues east and west. The smell of the sea is strong.
[Exits: n e w]
A black rat scuttles across the ground.
A woman decked out in parasol and high-necked dress is here.
A rough sailor stands here, looking for something to do.
A plump merchant ambles along, checking his pocketwatch and pacing nervously.
A street urchin of indeterminate gender is running around here.
A young lad stands here, holding a small wood stool and a pot of some sort of
black gunk.
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is fresh.
e
A bootblack says to you, 'Shine your shoes, sir?'
A bootblack loudly yells, 'Cor! Didja know Matt wuz in town?'

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They're not here.

(HP:207/210 MV:241/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe

St. Stephen's Street and Harbor Row
This is one end of St. Stephen's Street, so named for the old church which
sits directly north of you. The building has been boarded up, however, and
looks structurally unsound. Harbor Row leads south, a much more prosperous
avenue, lined with places of business, the first of which is an expedition
outfitters' directly to your east, which must cater to the seafaring clientele
that frequents this neighborhood. An ornate lamppost has been set up in front
of the store, which proudly advertises its 'round the clock hours. It must be
run by Cockneys.
[Exits: e s w]
The corpse of a pigeon is lying here.
A silvery grey bird is searching for food here.
A rough sailor stands here, looking for something to do.
A street urchin of indeterminate gender is running around here.
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is fresh.
s

(HP:207/210 MV:238/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe

They're not here.

(HP:207/210 MV:239/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Harbor Row
A wide street full of hustle and activity, Harbor Row serves as the main
artery to the docks on this side of town. The cobblestones in the paving are
worn smooth, and more than a few have been pried loose by sailor's wives to
give to their husbands as a token of home. The Row, as it is familiarly
called, leads north to abandoned old St. Stephen's Church and south to the
docks. A large inn is west and the postal office is to the east.
[Exits: n e s w]
The corpse of a pigeon is lying here.
A rough sailor stands here, looking for something to do.
A skeletal whippet is wandering about here.
A rat scuttles across the ground.
The trail to your prey leads west.  It is very fresh.
w

(HP:207/210 MV:236/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

(HP:207/210 MV:236/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe


They're not here.

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The Jolly Beggar
The interior of this inn does not bode well for the quality of your night's
sleep. The walls are covered with old faded nautical charts in an attempt to
provide an atmosphere congenial to the people likely to stop by, but all you
can see as you turn your head from wall to wall to wall is 'here there be
dragons' over and over again. There seems to be a small kitchen, and plenty of
rooms available. A small table flanked by a couple of chairs sits to one side
of the room and a couch sits agains the opposite wall.
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A box sits against the back wall serving as storage for lost and found items.
A directory board holding both news and 'welcome' information stands here.
Obelisk is standing here.
A stocky fellow seems to be the innkeeper here.
You have found your prey!
Samuel Norton says to you, 'May I offer you a room for the night, sir?'
A whippet has arrived from the east.

(HP:207/210 MV:235/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

(HP:207/210 MV:235/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

You send Obelisk sprawling with a powerful bash.
Obelisk somersaults right back to his feet!

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Obelisk fires his composite bow at you!
Waves of pain course through your body as Obelisk's shot tears your flesh.
Obelisk's shot sends you sprawling.

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Obelisk quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Obelisk obliterates you with his horrific pierce!
You quickly attack and hit 4 times.
You obliterate Obelisk with your horrific claw!
Obelisk panics, and attempts to flee.
Obelisk bounces away east, grinning from ear to ear.

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(HP:168/210 MV:237/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Sitting)> bash obe


(HP:168/210 MV:238/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Sitting)> 

[Chat] Drakkon: sounds like stockman isn't very trustwrothy :P

(HP:168/210 MV:239/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Sitting)> 

You can't do that sitting down.

(HP:169/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Sitting)> 

You can't do that sitting down.

(HP:169/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Sitting)> st
e

You stand up.

(HP:169/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe

Harbor Row
A wide street full of hustle and activity, Harbor Row serves as the main
artery to the docks on this side of town. The cobblestones in the paving are
worn smooth, and more than a few have been pried loose by sailor's wives to
give to their husbands as a token of home. The Row, as it is familiarly
called, leads north to abandoned old St. Stephen's Church and south to the
docks. A large inn is west and the postal office is to the east.
[Exits: n e s w]
The corpse of a pigeon is lying here.
Obelisk is standing here.
A rough sailor stands here, looking for something to do.
A rat scuttles across the ground.

(HP:170/210 MV:241/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Your bash sends Obelisk flying to the ground!

(HP:170/210 MV:241/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Obelisk quickly attacks 9 times and hits 8 times.
Obelisk pulverizes you with his pierce.
You quickly attack 4 times and hit 3 times.
You obliterate Obelisk with your horrific claw!
You demolish Obelisk with your pierce!
Obelisk has many nasty wounds.

(HP:149/210 MV:241/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Obelisk quickly attacks 9 times and hits 8 times.
Obelisk pulverizes you with his pierce.
You quickly attack 4 times and hit 3 times.
You decimate Obelisk with your powerful claw!
You massacre Obelisk with your pierce.
Obelisk is almost dead.

(HP:131/210 MV:243/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Obelisk rolls out of the way of your attack and comes at you viciously.

(HP:131/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

[Chat] Strife: no stockman  was useing "backstab s" =Palways use at least to
letters=P
Obelisk panics, and attempts to flee.
Obelisk bounces away south, grinning from ear to ear.

(HP:132/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Looking panicked, Obelisk has arrived from the south.

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(HP:132/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe


Obelisk bounces away south, grinning from ear to ear.

(HP:132/210 MV:244/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Harbor Row
South of you spreads out the magnificent sight of the Port of London's ample
bay--framed by the tall sides of the warehouses and buildings that line the
docks. Harbor Row threads its way between the brick edifices, leading north
and south. There are no storefronts here; the wall to your east is instead
covered with a huge painting of the East India Company's trademark. The wall
on the other side is unadorned, unless you count what seem to be occasional
splotches of dried blood and bricks chipped from stray rifle balls.
[Exits: n s]
A London bobby, wearing a black cape and blue helmet, guards the street here.
A woman decked out in parasol and high-necked dress is here.
A street urchin of indeterminate gender is running around here.
A boy trudges along here, heading home after a rough day of cleaning chimneys.
A silvery grey bird is searching for food here.

(HP:132/210 MV:241/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Harbor Row
A wide street full of hustle and activity, Harbor Row serves as the main
artery to the docks on this side of town. The cobblestones in the paving are
worn smooth, and more than a few have been pried loose by sailor's wives to
give to their husbands as a token of home. The Row, as it is familiarly
called, leads north to abandoned old St. Stephen's Church and south to the
docks. A large inn is west and the postal office is to the east.
[Exits: n e s w]
The corpse of a pigeon is lying here.
A rough sailor stands here, looking for something to do.
A rat scuttles across the ground.

(HP:132/210 MV:239/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

They're not here.

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s

Harbor Row
South of you spreads out the magnificent sight of the Port of London's ample
bay--framed by the tall sides of the warehouses and buildings that line the
docks. Harbor Row threads its way between the brick edifices, leading north
and south. There are no storefronts here; the wall to your east is instead
covered with a huge painting of the East India Company's trademark. The wall
on the other side is unadorned, unless you count what seem to be occasional
splotches of dried blood and bricks chipped from stray rifle balls.
[Exits: n s]
A London bobby, wearing a black cape and blue helmet, guards the street here.
A woman decked out in parasol and high-necked dress is here.
A street urchin of indeterminate gender is running around here.
A boy trudges along here, heading home after a rough day of cleaning chimneys.
A silvery grey bird is searching for food here.

(HP:132/210 MV:237/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe


On the Docks
Harbor Row leads north into the town of the port of London here, and the docks
line the water, east and west of you, one edge of the magnificent view that
the tall clipper ships, graceful and three-masted, provide of the Bay.
Although perpetual mist shrouds the docks, you can see the ghostlike sails
rise out of the gray, the hulls of the ships great dark looming shapes that
whisper of foreign climes and riches. This particular berth, No.2, seems to be
set aside for ships going between England and the Dark Continent of Africa,
which remains a mystery despite the best efforts of science and the Royal
Geographic Society.
[Exits: n e s w]
A woman decked out in parasol and high-necked dress is here. [3]
A swarthy captain stands here.
A swarthy captain says, 'If ye're goin' ta Africa, give me yer tickets.'

(HP:132/210 MV:235/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
They're not here.

(HP:132/210 MV:235/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> hunt obe

You pick up the trail.
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is fair.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:236/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

(HP:133/210 MV:237/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

A small canoe forges through the waters.
Berth 2: The Africa Wharf
Your vessel is gently jostled by the waves underneath you as you sit here in
the wharf for ships making the voyage between here and the Dark Continent. It
seems to you that you can already hear the beat of tribal drums.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is cold.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:235/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
In the Bay
The dilapidated buildings on one end of the Port of London stain the horizon.
You can see multiple berths ahead, marked clearly as to what vessels should
dock there. Ships arriving from the Americas are supposed to steer west, and
vessels on the Africa run should go straight north. To the south lies the open
sea, and to the east the other side of the Bay.
[Exits: n e s w]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is cold.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:233/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the English Channel
The cold Atlantic water is a deeper color of gray than that of the channel,
which lies to the east. The water's surface tends to roll here, unlike the
choppy waves of the channel. Looking to the west, nothing appears but the sky
above the horizon and the deep ocean below.
[Exits: n e s w]
A sparrow flutters about, chirping innocently.
A fish swims in the water.
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is cold.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:227/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Along the Coast of France
Brittany lies somewhere off to the east, but it doesn't concern you now.
Instead, you are exhilarated by the fresh salt spray, the strong sea breeze,
the vigorous waves that rise and fall and rise and fall beneath you, an
eternal swell, the lifeblood of the planet.
[Exits: n e s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is cold.
s

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The Northern Coast of Spain
Southeast of you are the arid brown and green slopes of northern Spain, and
beyond them the rising peaks of the Pyrenees. There blows a warm breeze here
off the plains of Spain, but a strong cold current brings cold air from the
open ocean.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is cold.
s

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Off the Coast of Portugal
If you had time, you could stop at the great port of Lisbon. But you don't--
your thirst for adventure drives you on. The current here is strong, a great
circle that moves in the Atlantic.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is poor.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:223/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
[Chat] Drakkon: i usually use 3

(HP:133/210 MV:223/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Before the Straits of Gibraltar
The famed Straits of Gibraltar lie to the east of you, offering passage into
the Mediterranean. The waters are usually stormy and dangerous, and for those
who do not seek anything in the balmy waters that are the heart of Europe, the
normal sea route leads north and south.
[Exits: n e s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is poor.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:222/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the African Coast
From here you fancy you could hear the call of muezzins summoning the faithful
to prayer--but you would be kidding yourself. You are many leagues from the
dry desert coast, in the vast Atlantic Ocean. A few seabirds timorously circle
overhead, as if they knew that you were embarked upon a momentous journey.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is poor.
s

(HP:133/210 MV:220/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Tacking off the Coast of Africa
The bulge of western Africa forces you to tack here, to avoid ramming your
vessel into land. The air is hot and humid at these latitudes, and you can't
help but wish you had brought more oranges and lemons on board, for fear of
scurvy.
[Exits: n w]
The trail to your prey leads west.  It is fair.
w

(HP:133/210 MV:219/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Amidst the Canary Islands
These islands are a major stopping point on the tea trade shipping lanes. They
look like paradise to you, who have been at sea for so long. They are a
customary last port before attempting to cross the Atlantic to the Americas, a
voyage fraught with danger. They are also a good signpost to indicate you are
halfway along the long roundabout path around the western bulge of Africa. You
can land at one tiny island north of you.
[Exits: n e s w]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is fair.
s

(HP:134/210 MV:217/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the Coast of Africa
The jungle meets the desert on the coast you can just barely see through a
spyglass. This part of the Dark Continent is fertile grounds for the slave
trade, and boasts a thriving economy based on trafficking in flesh. It is not
a safe place to visit, however, as the traffickers are rough, ignoble men and
aren't too particular about whose flesh they traffic in, nor about its
condition.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is relatively good.
s

(HP:134/210 MV:216/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the Coast of Africa
Far to the east you see a faint line of darker smudge which you take to be the
coast of Africa, and not a storm rising. You hope. The currents are strong
here, and southwards they carry ships out to sea. To the north the seas are
more favorable and bring you closer to land.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is relatively good.
s

(HP:134/210 MV:214/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
In the Atlantic
Strong currents push the vessel south, but you think you're not totally at
their mercy. The coast of Africa has faded from sight far to the east, but you
feel sure you can find it again. After all, it IS a very large continent,
right? The shipping lanes lead west straight to it, and only rarely does one
hear of a lost ship, its crew and passengers kidnapped and sold as slaves, or
eaten by cannibals, or lost to the infamous sea serpents that lurk in the
deeps, or sunk in a freak storm or swallowed by a maelstrom or...
You try to think about sailing. And getting where you're going.
[Exits: n e]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is relatively good.
e

(HP:134/210 MV:213/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the Coast of Africa
To the north and east of you lies the enormity that is Africa. This is what is
called the Ivory Coast, where traders come to collect the elephant tusks that
fetch such high prices on the open market. South along the coast are countless
small colonies of supposedly more civilized Europeans.
[Exits: s w]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is easily seen.
s

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A small canoe forges through the waters.
Off the Coast of Africa
The mighty Congo river meets the ocean a few leagues to your eastern side. The
Belgians have colonized this part of Africa, and seem to be doing a bang-up
job of it too. This part of the continent is rich in resources and ripe for
colonies.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is easily seen.
s

(HP:134/210 MV:210/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
A small canoe forges through the waters.
Off the Coast of Africa
There is a strong current pulling out to sea here, but you feel confident that
a steady hand on the tiller will keep you on course. The land you can barely
see to the east of you is by reputation full of broad plains, fertile
farmland, and precious gemstones. Perhaps someday you will visit there--but
for today, your path lies on the open seas.
[Exits: n s]
The trail to your prey leads south.  It is fresh.
s

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Rounding the Cape of Good Hope
The waters around you toss and storm, and your feet are none too steady. The
Cape of Good Hope on the southern tip of Africa has a well-deserved reputation
for being one of the stormiest stretches of sea in the world. You are
currently so far out to sea you can't even see land, but you hope to soon
remedy that situation.
[Exits: n e]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is fresh.
e

(HP:134/210 MV:205/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the Cape of Good Hope
This cape is certainly misnamed. Nothing about the raging seas around you
gives you hope. North of you somewhere is Cape Town, but you certainly can't
find it; you have enough trouble just keeping the sails trimmed in the fierce
winds.
[Exits: e w]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is fresh.
e

(HP:134/210 MV:202/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Off the Coast of Africa
The terrible passage past the Cape of Good Hope lies directly west of you, and
from what you can see from here, you really wonder at the bravery of the
captains of the ships that regularly make the trip through the dangerous
waters on the southern tip of Africa.
[Exits: e w]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is fresh.
e

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[Chat] Drakkon: unless it's a 3 letter name, then i use 
In the Indian Ocean
Balmy waters are all around you, and you feel quite sure that the fins you've
seen cutting through the waters belong to quite sizable sharks. You can just
barely see the coast of Africa off to the west from here, if you use a
spyglass and the weather is clear.
[Exits: n e w]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is fresh.
e

(HP:134/210 MV:199/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

[Chat] Drakkon: 2

(HP:134/210 MV:199/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Sailing on an Endless Sea
You are beginning to feel as if this trip has been going for years, not
just weeks, and you long for the sight of land, any land, even if it is
just a desert island. Wait! Is that land you glimpse through the heaving
seas to the north of you? It's impossible to tell now, since the seas have
risen again and all you can see in any direction is rolling water.
[Exits: e w]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is very fresh.
e

(HP:134/210 MV:195/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe

West of Bass Straight
You have been sailing for days without the sight of land, but you know from
your charts that Bass Straight must lie just east of you now. You are many
weeks sail from London port, and as the decks toss and heave beneath you
in these stormy waters you begin to wish you'd never set forth upon this
journey.
[Exits: e w]
The trail to your prey leads east.  It is very fresh.
e

(HP:135/210 MV:190/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> bash obe

They're not here.

(HP:135/210 MV:191/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 
Passing Through the Heads
As you pass through the heads at Port Phillip Bay, your craft is picked
up in a swift current. Swiftly moving into action, it is only with great
skill that you turn it in time to avoid being smashed on rocks which look
like devil's teeth. Adrenalin courses through your body as you sail into
calmer waters.
[Exits: n e w]
Obelisk is standing here in a wine colored boat.
You have found your prey!

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(HP:135/210 MV:188/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Your bash sends Obelisk flying to the ground!

(HP:135/210 MV:188/244 XP to Lvl:89837 GP:512 Standing)> 

Obelisk quickly attacks and hits 9 times.
Obelisk pulverizes you with his pierce.
You quickly attack 4 times and hit 3 times.
You send Obelisk to the grave with your mighty claw.
Obelisk blocks your claw.
You send Obelisk to the grave with your mighty pierce.
Obelisk is DEAD!!
get coins corpse
You receive 9958 experience.
[Info]: Obelisk is sleeping with the fishes, courtesy of Matt.
You hear Obelisk's death cry.