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                     Type        Base DMP       Total DMP            Resistance
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                      All              15               -                     -
                Elemental              26               -                     -
                   Cosmic              10               -                     -
                  Cutting              59              74                   41%
                    Blunt              59              74                   41%
             Asphyxiation              20              35                   27%
                   Poison              33              48                   32%
                  Psychic              55              70                   40%
                  Magical              52              67                   39%
                     Cold              40              81                   42%
              Electricity              35              76                   41%
                     Fire              34              75                   41%
                  Divinus              20              45                   31%
                Excorable              30              55                   35%
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Health : 7054/7054   Mana : 6270/6270   Ego  : 6930/6930
He walks with the truefavour of Nocht.
He is a regal aslaran.

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PYROBOURNE (RAISES ALL EFFLUVIA AT ONCE)
Viynain throws back fused flask after fused flask, taking deep, hungry swills of the substances
within. Viynain's eyes roll back in his head as he sways on his feet, eyelids fluttering as he
miraculously manages to stay fairly upright. Although it takes several moments for Viynain recover
from the sudden rush of his indulgence, the repulsive yet intoxicating effluvia his skin begins to
secrete becomes immediately noticeable.

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DESTRUCTION - WITH FIREMEAD PROC - 1848
DESTRUCTION - WITHOUT FIREMEAD PROC - 1638

Viynain shapes liquid globes of power from the air and hurls them at you. You scream in agony as
they splash across your skin and it blackens and burns away.


PYROCANNON, WITH FIREMEAD PROC - 1679
PYROCANNON, WITHOUT FIREMEAD PROC - 1514

Viynain steadies his pyrocannon, aims, and fires, unleashing a powerful blast of hot air and raging
flames that consume you and burn the air from your lungs.


PYROCANNON, WITH MUZZLE, WITH FIREMEAD PROC - 1781
PYROCANNON, WITH MUZZLE, WITHOUT FIREMEAD PROC - 1571
Viynain grins at you mere moments before his pyrocannon erupts in a spray of molten, boiling flames
that coats you and quickly begins to burn away at your flesh and form.

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EFFLUVIANCES - PASSIVES


INCENDIARY (FIRE DAMAGE ONLY)
The strange fumes wafting from Viynain twist about you, the air distorting with their presence. The
memory of highly flammable liquids and gases is triggered by the faintly sweet scent only moments
before the incendiary effluvium ignites.
600-800 damage

OPIATE
You can't help but stop and smell Viynain's effluvium, the vaguely intoxicating scent of insense
clouding your mind.
You are afflicted with confusion.

NARCOTIC
You catch a whiff of Viynain's effluvium and the world quickly descends into demented nonsense, his
concerned look drowned out by your untethered mind.
You are afflicted with dementia.

PYRRHIC
Viynain glances side-long at you as a hot, spicy scent mingles in your nostrils and lungs, your body
and mind going numb with the boiling intoxication.
You are afflicted with stupidity.

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SMOKES - REACTIVES


FEVERED
You cough as Viynain's cloud of smoke washes over you, seeping into your lungs and, for whatever
reason, nothing makes sense anymore.
You are afflicted with amnesia.

HALLUCINATORY
You accidentally inhale some of Viynain's smoke, the fumes rapidly altering your perception of
reality.
You are afflicted with hallucinations.

SCORCHING (BALANCE KNOCK, 1s)
You cough and your lungs are scoured by the smoke the hangs about Viynain, the chemicals in the fumes quickly seeping through your skin and catching aflame.

PYRETIC
You inhale some of Viynain's smoke and suddenly find yourself with a serious case of the munchies.
You are afflicted with gluttony.

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EXPLOSIONS - BOMBS
ALL HAVE FIREMEAD PROCS - Minus 200 or so damage


PSYCHEDELIC - 1926 DAMAGE

On-Cast Message:
Viynain's eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back into his head. The air begins to fill with a sickly
sweet odour, one that grows stronger as Viynain's pores begin to weep with sweat and intoxicating
secretions.

In-Room Desc:
A sickly sweet odour hangs in the air here, the merest whiff of it intoxicating and addictive.

Room-Hit Message:
A sickly sweet odour builds in the air until it has saturated your surroundings completely, pulling
and twisting at the mind as it coats your flesh with a greasy, intoxicating pall of sweat and
chemicals. The sound of a distant belch precedes the chaos; the air about you explodes into a sudden
conflagration as it quickly catches aflame.

You-got-hit! Message:
The oily sweat and chemicals on your flesh are caught by the sudden conflagration and burst into
flame, an odd sensation of pain and pleasure rippling through you as your entire body is set on fire.
 The fire quickly burns out, leaving you charred and gasping for what little usable air remains.
Such things are fleeting concerns, however, in lieu of the bright pink peeps and delicious looking
chocolate-chip gingerbread men dancing in grass skirts around you... Yum!!
You are afflicted with dementia.
You are afflicted with confusion.


PYROKINETIC - 2055 DAMAGE

On-Cast Message:
Viynain twitches violently as he begins to sweat profusely, an acrid and sulfuric stench filling the
air as his eyes gaze into the distance at something only he can see.

In-Room Desc:
A thick, foul stench hangs in the air, remniscent of rotten eggs and smoky oil lamps.

Room-Hit Message:
The thick stench in the air grows until it is fully saturated with highly volatile compounds. A
resonant snapping sound is all that precedes a fiery cataclysm, the very air erupting into a raging
inferno of red and black flames. Numerous orbs of incandescent white open and close within the
burning conflagration, as though searching for something.

You-got-hit! Message:
Burning eyes of incandescent white flames open before you and widen with wanton avarice. You scream
as tongues of black and red fire scourge your flesh and eagerly climb down your throat as you gasp
air for a second cry of agony. You writhe about, though even as the conflagration perishes the fires
that cover you cling to you, burning still.
You are afflicted with ablaze.


PHRENIC - 2027 DAMAGE

On-Cast Message:
The rich and cloying scent of incense emanates from Viynain, sweat and chemicals spilling rapidly
from his pores and evaporating into the air. His eyes rolling back into his head, Viynain goes
vaguely limp as his body begins to quiver with tremors and convulsions.

In-Room Desc:
Thick wafts of incense fill the air, intoxicating and numbing the mind with the merest whiff.
** THERE IS NO SPACE BETWEEN THE FULL-STOP AND THE NEXT, NORMAL LINE FOR THIS ONE.

Room-Hit Message:
The air about you suddenly erupts in a sudden conflagration of multihued fire, wild, rainbow-hued
waves of flame roiling about you in an outward rush.

You-got-hit! Message:
Waves of prismatic fire envelop you and instantly you feel no pain. The world becomes a wild,
churning field of white instantly, your mind welcoming sudden sensations of pleasure and joy. Such
is short-lived, however, as the reality that begins to emerge from the field of white becomes one
rife with madness, nothing making sense and everything nearly recognizable yet, inexplicably,
remains entirely incomprehensible. You scream, struggling to awaken from the nightmarish dream you
must have wandered into during a fit of fever-driven night terrors.
You are afflicted with temporaryinsanity.


ARSON - 1876 DAMAGE (no boosting affs)

On-Cast Message:
Viynain's eyelids flutter back into his head as he begins to moan, sweating profusely. Nearly
doubling over, Viynain gags as if ready to vomit. The air becomes rapidly saturated with a plethora
of odours and smells, rank and choking the air merely by their presence. Turning a crimson red,
Viynain gazes around with wild, unseeing eyes that burn with a feverish light, his surroundings
rapidly heating up as he gasps and pants for air.

In-Room Desc:
The air here is super-saturated with a confusing aroma of incense and lantern oil tinged with the
sickly sweet smell of sweat.

Room-Hit Message:
A powerful wave of fire explodes through the air around you. Catching on the chemicals sweated into
the air, the howling inferno builds and builds into a raging arson explosion, one that races towards
you in a gluttonous, howling mountain of churning fire.

You-got-hit! Message:
Caught beneath the onslaught of the mountainous wave of fire, your senses go numb entirely as the
hungering inferno rapidly begins to consume flesh and boil away the very blood in your veins.