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I spontaneously went up in flames today in gryphons while hunting with Useff. Mind you, I had been soaked in naphtha from a box, but I've done this hundreds of times and never once burst into flames. You have to have an ignition source of SOME sort. This is all I saw:
<<* With the speed and temerity of a swooping falcon, a young forest gryphon rakes a set of large, sharp claws at you. You turn aside the claws with a silver-edged broadsword.
[You're solidly balanced with no advantage.]
J>
<<Useff searches the young forest gryphon.
J>
<<Useff assesses his combat situation.
J>
<<The naphtha soaking you bursts into flame with an explosive WHOOOMPH!
No WMs were casting spells nearby and nothing else out of the ordinary occurred. I checked my log twice.
I'm putting this in the bards complaint folder because I want to make sure it wasn't due to any interactions with Harmony. Both Useff and I were singing the enchante when it happened.
If it's not due to Harmony, I would really like to know how a person can go up in flames without any source of ignition, but I'll go complain elsewhere.
Thanks!
~Micka
Rather than find some people to randomly throw it on, I asked around since I never remembered see it.
General consensus is no, it shouldn't be going off without a trigger.
So, it's either Harmony or something else is broken entirely.
As an aside, I did this while I was hunting. (Singing harmony quiet)
You throw a vial of naphtha at a giant black leucro! The naphtha shatters in an explosion of tiny glass shards and smelly, sticky mixture against a giant black leucro!
Roundtime: 1 second.
Aside from being smelly, nothing happened.
__________________
Sebastienne says, "please hand all weapons to me and I will see that they are returned to their proper owners."
Linkwurst offers Sebastienne a barnacle encrusted scimitar.
Kystrala exclaims, "NO!"
General consensus is no, it shouldn't be going off without a trigger.
So, it's either Harmony or something else is broken entirely.
As an aside, I did this while I was hunting. (Singing harmony quiet)
You throw a vial of naphtha at a giant black leucro! The naphtha shatters in an explosion of tiny glass shards and smelly, sticky mixture against a giant black leucro!
Roundtime: 1 second.
Aside from being smelly, nothing happened.
__________________
Sebastienne says, "please hand all weapons to me and I will see that they are returned to their proper owners."
Linkwurst offers Sebastienne a barnacle encrusted scimitar.
Kystrala exclaims, "NO!"
>>If it's not due to Harmony, I would really like to know how a person can go up in flames without any source of ignition, but I'll go complain elsewhere.
Friction? Static shock? Some substances in real life actually explode if you merely jostle them too hard, where "too hard" can be merely riding in a car on a too-bumpy road.
J'Lo, I'm a ranger.. I'd believe anything.....
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Friction? Static shock? Some substances in real life actually explode if you merely jostle them too hard, where "too hard" can be merely riding in a car on a too-bumpy road.
J'Lo, I'm a ranger.. I'd believe anything.....
The Manipulation List -- http://symphaena.com/index.html
This is the second time this oddity has been reported. Not sure what is causing it, but it's not Harmony since the other report of a similar naphtha ignition was prior to the release of Harmony. Not sure what's causing it, but will try to figure it out. If it happens again (to any of you), please let me know so we can try to figure out the problem.
- GM Dartenian
"So he buckled right in with a trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried, he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled that thing
That couldn't be done and he did it."
- Edgar Guest
- GM Dartenian
"So he buckled right in with a trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried, he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled that thing
That couldn't be done and he did it."
- Edgar Guest
She failed to mention she had seven gryphons at melee and was whirling like a dervish. I think she superheated the air around her. It's really a wonder she doesn't burst into flames on a daily basis.
- Useff
Macfrae frowns at you as he says, "BAH! You already know that enchante. Why make me repeat things for you when you already know the answer? You owe me a beer for this!"
- Useff
Macfrae frowns at you as he says, "BAH! You already know that enchante. Why make me repeat things for you when you already know the answer? You owe me a beer for this!"
>>>Great. Three guesses what song I have stuck in my head now. :/
My guess is...
>Down at an English fair,
>One evening I was there,
>When I heard a showman shouting
>Underneath the flare:
>Hoi've got a lo-ve-ly bunch o' coconuts.
>There they are a-standin' in a row.
>Big ones, small ones, some as big as yer 'ead!
>Give 'em a twist, a flick o' the wrist,
>That's what the showman said.
Maybe that's not what was stuck in your head...
Bet you it is now!
/flees
Amagaim; the player of,
Jones and his jones.
Jones was dead. No, Jones wasn't dead. No, Jones was dead, but only sometimes. Schrodinger's Jones. What was Schrodinger's jones? Putting cats in boxes with vials of poison gas; strange habit.
My guess is...
>Down at an English fair,
>One evening I was there,
>When I heard a showman shouting
>Underneath the flare:
>Hoi've got a lo-ve-ly bunch o' coconuts.
>There they are a-standin' in a row.
>Big ones, small ones, some as big as yer 'ead!
>Give 'em a twist, a flick o' the wrist,
>That's what the showman said.
Maybe that's not what was stuck in your head...
Bet you it is now!
/flees
Amagaim; the player of,
Jones and his jones.
Jones was dead. No, Jones wasn't dead. No, Jones was dead, but only sometimes. Schrodinger's Jones. What was Schrodinger's jones? Putting cats in boxes with vials of poison gas; strange habit.
ROFL, Ascot. That was, sadly, the first thing I thought of when I saw the spontaneous combustion title as well.
-V.
"Reject me not, sweet sounds! oh, let me live,
Till doom espy my towers and scatter them.
A city spell-bound under the aging sun,
Music my rampart, and my only one."
-Edna St. Vincent-Millay
-V.
"Reject me not, sweet sounds! oh, let me live,
Till doom espy my towers and scatter them.
A city spell-bound under the aging sun,
Music my rampart, and my only one."
-Edna St. Vincent-Millay
