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Joined: Apr 2004
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I really need some help here. I'm lost in Iona's dungeon and have been for AGES now. The monsters are getting really annoying and I only seem to be going down in the dungeon. Am I doing something wrong? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />
As phantoms we have fled the basalisk of day, to rise as pheonix taloned, nightly taking prey.We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea, The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous, Eternity.
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Joined: Mar 2003
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The exit is to the far west on the first level. There are 3 levels in the dungeon about the same size, then a small 4th level that contains a shortcut up to the first level. Level 2 and lower are optional. Help! Can't find Gyrion... Iona's dungeon maps
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Joined: Mar 2004
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Raze is right. head west to get out. beware of level 4.
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Joined: Jun 2004
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Yeah be afraid very afraid!!! ahahahahah <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/stupid.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/stupid.gif" alt="" />
There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be
There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face
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Joined: Apr 2004
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Ok and I found that wierd sword too, but what's on the 4th level? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />
As phantoms we have fled the basalisk of day, to rise as pheonix taloned, nightly taking prey.We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea, The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous, Eternity.
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Joined: Mar 2003
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Iona's pet is on the 4th level of the dungeon.
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Joined: Apr 2004
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Is he hard to beat? What level is he? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />
As phantoms we have fled the basalisk of day, to rise as pheonix taloned, nightly taking prey.We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea, The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous, Eternity.
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Joined: Mar 2003
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I don't know what level Cyrion is, but he is a little tougher than the stronger monsters on the third level of the dungeon. I left and rescued Zandalor to get my teleporter stones before returning to do the lower levels of Iona's dungeon, and Cyrion took an extra couple of swings to kill.
If you are having trouble with level 3, then Cyrion would be difficult. There is a piece of chicken in front of the Cyrion's cave.... <span class='standouttext'>Spoiler : </span><span class='spoiler'>apparently you can toss chicken on the ground to distract Cyrion, giving you a couple second advantage.</span> (highlight the text to read)
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Joined: Apr 2004
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Thanks I'll try that. Does he drop anything? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />
As phantoms we have fled the basalisk of day, to rise as pheonix taloned, nightly taking prey.We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea, The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous, Eternity.
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Joined: Apr 2004
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Dont think so,but he is guarding something.....
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Joined: Mar 2004
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Yes - and it needs a special key <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />
<span class='standouttext'>Spoiler : </span><span class='spoiler'> the skull you find on a chest is the key to that chest. You need to have it in your inventory to open the chest </span>
In times of crisis it is of the utmost importance not to lose your head (Marie Antoinette) 
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Joined: Jun 2004
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he guards something stupid i dont remember what but i now for sure it
was some crap
There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be
There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face
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