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| − | ''Apocalypse stands before his throne, eight feet tall and made of muscle. His skin is pitch black, and his eyes glow red. He smiles confidently at you and says, 'Welcome. I have been expecting you. | + | ''Apocalypse stands before his throne, eight feet tall and made of muscle. His skin is pitch black, and his eyes glow red. He smiles confidently at you and says, 'Welcome. I have been expecting you. Make yourself at home, I'm sure you'll find my humble accomodations to be suitable. Rest up, for I expect a good fight out of you!' |
| − | Make yourself at home, I'm sure you'll find my humble accomodations to be suitable. Rest up, for I expect a good fight out of you!' | ||
'''Keywords:''' apocalypse.<br> | '''Keywords:''' apocalypse.<br> | ||
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<wielded> [Pristine ] (Demonic) [[Swirling Black Mass Of Chaos|a swirling black mass of chaos]] | <wielded> [Pristine ] (Demonic) [[Swirling Black Mass Of Chaos|a swirling black mass of chaos]] | ||
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Nothing. | Nothing. | ||
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[[Category: Mobs in Apocalypse]] | [[Category: Mobs in Apocalypse]] | ||
Revision as of 22:00, 5 July 2006
Apocalypse stands before his throne, eight feet tall and made of muscle. His skin is pitch black, and his eyes glow red. He smiles confidently at you and says, 'Welcome. I have been expecting you. Make yourself at home, I'm sure you'll find my humble accomodations to be suitable. Rest up, for I expect a good fight out of you!'
Keywords: apocalypse.
Level: 118.
Alignment: demoic.
Flags: steadfast, very aggressive, wimpy.
Affects: detect hidden, detect invis, sanctuary.
Apocalypse is using: <worn on finger> [Pristine ] the Signet Ring of Apocalypse <worn on head> [Pristine ] (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Helm of Apocalypse <wielded> [Pristine ] (Demonic) a swirling black mass of chaos
Apocalypse is carrying:
Nothing.
