From 4796da1def1f06fd6580d97de0774551499ed57b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: dg <dg@51575b47-30f0-44d4-a5cc-537603b46e54>
Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2011 00:17:29 +0000
Subject: [PATCH] typo
git-svn-id: http://svn.net-core.org/repos/t-engine4@2864 51575b47-30f0-44d4-a5cc-537603b46e54
---
.../data/general/objects/boss-artifacts.lua | 17 -----------------
game/modules/tome/data/lore/misc.lua | 2 +-
game/modules/tome/data/lore/zigur.lua | 2 +-
3 files changed, 2 insertions(+), 19 deletions(-)
diff --git a/game/modules/tome/data/general/objects/boss-artifacts.lua b/game/modules/tome/data/general/objects/boss-artifacts.lua
index 180150f6db..c04165b072 100644
--- a/game/modules/tome/data/general/objects/boss-artifacts.lua
+++ b/game/modules/tome/data/general/objects/boss-artifacts.lua
@@ -285,23 +285,6 @@ newEntity{ base = "BASE_RING",
use_talent = { id = Talents.T_DARK_TENDRILS, level=2, power = 40 },
}
-newEntity{ base = "BASE_RING",
- power_source = {arcane=true},
- define_as = "RING_OF_HORROR", rarity=false,
- name = "Ring of Horrors", unique=true,
- desc = [[Fleshy tentacles seem to crawl under yoru skin as you put this ring on.]],
- unided_name = "fleshy ring",
- level_range = {5, 12},
- rarity = 250,
- cost = 50,
- material_level = 2,
- wielder = {
- combat_mentalresist = -20,
- combat_spellresist = -20,
- inc_damage={ all = 15, },
- },
-}
-
newEntity{ base = "BASE_HELM",
power_source = {nature=true},
define_as = "HELM_OF_GARKUL",
diff --git a/game/modules/tome/data/lore/misc.lua b/game/modules/tome/data/lore/misc.lua
index ecf020161e..39c9c2503a 100644
--- a/game/modules/tome/data/lore/misc.lua
+++ b/game/modules/tome/data/lore/misc.lua
@@ -77,7 +77,7 @@ newLore{
I hope this letter finds you well. I must apologise for this recent dry spell in our communication; my adventures across Maj'Eyal have taken many exciting and perilous turns as of late. What turns do I speak of, you ask? I know how you delight in reading the accounts of my exploits, so I shall waste no further time on this pre-amble.
-Imagine, in you will, a wolf. Imagine a beastly wolf, a wolf with strength, ferocity and a lust for flesh matching that of an entire pack of its lesser kind. You too may have some small experience with these "wargs" as the locals are wont to call them. Now... imagine one the size of a bear. Truly, as I travelled the lands surrounding Derth did I come across such a monstrous, awe-inspiring, lupine adversary. With fangs of a length to match my own blade, I entered combat against this lupine lord and its skulking brood. To my regret I failed in slaying the beast, but I assure you - simply surviving against such feral rage is an honour worthy of recognition and renown.
+Imagine, if you will, a wolf. Imagine a beastly wolf, a wolf with strength, ferocity and a lust for flesh matching that of an entire pack of its lesser kind. You too may have some small experience with these "wargs" as the locals are wont to call them. Now... imagine one the size of a bear. Truly, as I travelled the lands surrounding Derth did I come across such a monstrous, awe-inspiring, lupine adversary. With fangs of a length to match my own blade, I entered combat against this lupine lord and its skulking brood. To my regret I failed in slaying the beast, but I assure you - simply surviving against such feral rage is an honour worthy of recognition and renown.
And indeed, would there have been much glory in killing such a creature? True, I would have had enough to fur to line each and every boot and hat in Derth, but legends must live on. They are what give this world its very spirit!
diff --git a/game/modules/tome/data/lore/zigur.lua b/game/modules/tome/data/lore/zigur.lua
index d837130037..2540714f4b 100644
--- a/game/modules/tome/data/lore/zigur.lua
+++ b/game/modules/tome/data/lore/zigur.lua
@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ newLore{
One day however several people in the town fell ill from a mystery disease. Rumours spread that my potions were to blame, and people stopped coming to my shop. My business was in ruins, and I soon ran the risk of becoming destitute. Then one of the elders died, and though he had been ill for some time, I was blamed for his death. People said I had laid a hex on him, and murmurs arose of witchcraft.
-I still remember how peaceful the evening had seemed when the townsfolk came for me. I was looking up at the brightness of the stars and the clear crescent moon, thinking of how I should restart my business, when I heard shouts from the distance. I saw the crowd appear from round the corner, advancing with their torches. I screamed for help, but they broke through my door, smashed through my windows and grabbed me. They dragged me outside and set their torches to my house. I was stripped to my skin and beaten heavily whilst they cursed and jeered, and even the man who had been my fiancé spat on my face and cursed me.
+I still remember how peaceful the evening had seemed when the townsfolk came for me. I was looking up at the brightness of the stars and the clear crescent moon, thinking of how I should restart my business, when I heard shouts from the distance. I saw the crowd appear from round the corner, advancing with their torches. I screamed for help, but they broke through my door, smashed through my windows and grabbed me. They dragged me outside and set their torches to my house. I was stripped to my skin and beaten heavily whilst they cursed and jeered, and even the man who had been my fiancé spat on my face and cursed me.
They pulled me over grass and stone to the town square, and though half-blinded by the tears and my swollen flesh I could still make out the wooden stake they were erecting. I tried to cry out, I tried to beg for mercy, but their response was to hold me down by my throat and pull out my tongue with the blacksmith's tongs. As I coughed up blood they put me against the wooden pole and used barbed chords to tie my wrists to it above my head. The pain was unbearable and I passed out, and did not wake until I could feel the burning at my feet. The crowd were cheering as the smoke began to wrap around me, and they cheered louder with every pained scream I released from my lungs.
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