I love Camp Khellendros Joined: Jan 24, 2000 Posted: 2004-05-15 20:15 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **************************** Well, at first there was pk blands, a couple of trolls died, and i got out beaten from fence. but w/ a patty i was able to kill 2 inside. After healing, and equiping the dead, i went back to scalp the corpses in fence...one was already scalped...mutter, but when i went back, i went past 2 df choke, and decided to stay in camp to regen mvs...and this is what happened. **************************** *Reo* has arrived from the east. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] You smite *Reo*'s body extremely hard. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - Reo: Hurt > a *Reo* barely tickles your left foot with his pierce. A beaked trolloc joins your fight! A muzzled trolloc joins a beaked trolloc's fight! You smite *Reo*'s left foot extremely hard. [k human] You do the best you can! bas =-S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Reo: Hurt > *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! + *Reo* leaves east. * Taralsa narrates 'meh mobs just fed with my hps :/' e *a bas Cancelled. In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Reo* is standing here. A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. *Reo* starts riding a gray palfrey. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > *Reo* leaves east riding a gray palfrey. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > e Bash who? * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Atvar narrates 'follow me' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a bas Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. The corpse of Taralsa is lying here. *Reo* is standing here, riding a gray palfrey. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] You try to smite *Reo*, but he deflects the blow. *-S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Reo: Hurt > *Reo* barely pierces your head. *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! + *Reo* leaves west riding a gray palfrey. =- They're not here anymore! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a *Reo* has arrived from the west, riding a gray palfrey. a * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] You try to smite *Reo*, but he parries successfully. bas * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Reo: Hurt > *Reo* barely tickles your body with his pierce. You smite *Reo*'s head into bloody fragments! [k human] You do the best you can! S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Reo: Wounded > Kryyg narrates 'anyoneg etting fworks?' *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! + *Reo* leaves south riding a gray palfrey. *s a *bas Cancelled. Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] *Reo* is standing here, riding a gray palfrey. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] You smite *Reo*'s left leg extremely hard. *Reo* barely tickles your head with his pierce. A hideous trolloc joins your fight! A hooved trolloc joins a hideous trolloc's fight! A muzzled trolloc joins a hideous trolloc's fight! A beaked trolloc joins your fight! A hideous trolloc joins a hideous trolloc's fight! A fade joins a hideous trolloc's fight! You smite *Reo*'s left leg into bloody fragments! + *Reo* barely tickles your body with his pierce. *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! * Noikor narrates 'goonie died' + *Reo* leaves west riding a gray palfrey. *Reo* has arrived from the west, riding a gray palfrey. -n a a a a A hideous trolloc cleaves Reo's head hard. *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! A beaked trolloc joins a hideous trolloc's fight! A fade joins a beaked trolloc's fight! A muzzled trolloc joins a beaked trolloc's fight! A hooved trolloc joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A hideous trolloc joins a hooved trolloc's fight! A hideous trolloc cleaves Reo's body hard. A hooved trolloc tries to cleave Reo, but he parries successfully. A muzzled trolloc cleaves Reo's left arm hard. A fade slashes Reo's body extremely hard. A beaked trolloc cleaves Reo's head. A hideous trolloc cleaves Reo's left leg. Saving all threads of this weave of the Wheel. This will take a few moments... a s a n a a Cancelled. Lormor narrates 'Aight' Atvar narrates 'i got works' Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Lormor narrates 'No zing' Atvar narrates 'but it won't work well unless someone else trips them' [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > a [k human] They aren't here. a * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Lormor narrates 'Lets whack' [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] Errtu narrates 'ahahaha zing gone' a * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. Errtu narrates 'waste sps!' * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > a Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Noikor narrates 'make sure gk is open i coming in' [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > a w a s a e a [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > A hideous trolloc leaves north. A beaked trolloc leaves north. A fade leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. A hooved trolloc leaves north. A hideous trolloc leaves north. A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > n a w Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. a * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > *Roshaid* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse. *Jena* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse. In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > a [k human] They aren't here. n * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > a Stallion Pen Blackened and twisted trees rise all around you, but the ground has grass on it, a good place for mounts to rest. The gate to the south can even be closed, preventing them running away. A large tower looms in the southwest, an excellent place to look out over most of the northern countryside. [ obvious exits: S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south. A thin pair of leather gloves has been set here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. The corpse of Reo is lying here. The corpse of Kold is lying here. A bullseye lantern has been set aside. The corpse of Jothel is lying here. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Reo. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Reo. A muzzled trolloc is here, fighting Reo. A fade is here, fighting Reo. A beaked trolloc is here, fighting Reo. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Reo. *Reo* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a gray palfrey. A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil. A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [k human] You smite *Reo*'s right leg into bloody fragments! *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - a hideous trolloc: Scratched - Reo: Beaten > *Reo* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - a hideous trolloc: Scratched - Reo: Beaten > cl fence cl fence You smite *Reo*'s left leg very hard. A hideous trolloc cleaves Reo's left leg hard. A beaked trolloc tries to cleave Reo, but he deflects the blow. A fade slashes Reo's body. A muzzled trolloc cleaves Reo's body hard. A hideous trolloc cleaves Reo's body hard. *Reo* is dead! R.I.P. Your blood freezes as you hear *Reo*'s death cry. Ok. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > It's already closed! o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > cl fence It's already closed! o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Arminius narrates 'set em 1w keep?' rem spear o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > dra You don't seem to be using a spear. 9 o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > You are already wielding a weapon! o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [scalp corpse] You need to wield a short bladed weapon for that! o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > rem sword dra You stop using a great claymore. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > 9 You try to quietly draw a dagger from a wide leather wristband. sheath o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [scalp corpse] You lean over and cut the bloody scalp from the corpse of Reo. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > You sheath a dagger into a wide leather wristband. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > l in corpse Noikor narrates 'fuck it going in the back' o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > corpse (here) : [3] a strange fruit two gold crowns ten copper pennys an oilstone a dagger a small metal shield a dark green cape [2] a mirrored lantern o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > wield sword You wield a great claymore with both hands. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Taralsa narrates 'mea wound' o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > get coins corpse get coins corpse p You get two gold crowns from the corpse of Reo. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > s c Kryyg narrates 'on all w s' You get ten copper pennys from the corpse of Reo. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > Noikor narrates 'nevo wont move from 1w gk' [open fence] Ok. o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > a In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Jena* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > [cl fence] Ok. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > bas A hooved trolloc tries to cleave Jena, but she parries successfully. A hideous trolloc joins a hooved trolloc's fight! [k human] You try to smite *Jena*, but she parries successfully. -= ng - a hooved trolloc: Hurt - Jena: Scratched > A hideous trolloc tries to cleave Jena, but she parries successfully. *Jena* strikes a hooved trolloc's left arm into bloody fragments! A hooved trolloc tries to cleave Jena, but she deflects the blow. ==- Your bash at *Jena* sends her sprawling! * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Scratched > *Roshaid* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Scratched > cb You smite *Jena*'s body into bloody fragments! A hideous trolloc cleaves Jena's left leg hard. A hooved trolloc cleaves Jena's head hard. * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Wounded > [change mood brave] Mood changed to: Brave l jena * S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Wounded > *Roshaid* barely scythes your head. Jena has quite a few wounds. *Jena* is using: an oilstone a golden diadem with a hanging sapphire a dark blue scarf a dress with colored bands at the hem a backpack a pair of slim riding gloves a wide leather wristband a wide leather wristband a black-tasseled spear a pair of earthen colored breeches a pair of animal-fur boots * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Wounded > Taralsa narrates 'come allw s' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Wounded > alias 8 k jena *Roshaid* barely tickles your body with his scythe. You smite *Jena*'s left leg into bloody fragments! A hideous trolloc cleaves Jena's right arm very hard. A hooved trolloc cleaves Jena's right leg very hard. *Jena* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Battered > Ok. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a hooved trolloc: Wounded - Jena: Battered > cw *Jena* leaves south riding a warhorse. fle * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Healthy > *Jena* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse. [change mood wimpy] Mood changed to: Wimpy * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Healthy > cb 8u You panic and attempt to flee! You flee head over heels. Tower Entrance The entrance of the tower is very dark, and your light shows you the signs of abandonment that are all over the place. Your feet leave footprints in the thick dust as you walk around the room. However, you get the feeling that this tower is not nearly as abandoned as it looks. There are stairs leading up into the gloomy darkness. [ obvious exits: E U ] A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. [change mood brave] Mood changed to: Brave o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?! o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > 8 8 [k jena] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > e [k jena] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > e In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Jena* is here, fighting a hooved trolloc, riding a warhorse. *Roshaid* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Jena. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > 8 w [k jena] They aren't here. 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Jena* is here, fighting a hooved trolloc, riding a warhorse. *Roshaid* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Jena. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. bas * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a hideous trolloc: Healthy - Roshaid: Scratched > *Jena* leaves south riding a warhorse. Arminius narrates 'zing' - *Roshaid* scythes a hideous trolloc's body. A hooved trolloc joins a hideous trolloc's fight! A hideous trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with its cleave. =cw fle Cancelled. cb [change mood wimpy] Mood changed to: Wimpy * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a hideous trolloc: Scratched - Roshaid: Scratched > 8 You panic and attempt to flee! 8 Kryyg narrates 'stark batt' You flee head over heels. A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. [change mood brave] Mood changed to: Brave * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Lormor narrates 'Oh sweet' [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Taralsa narrates 'feck zing back' [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > e 8 Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] *Jena* is standing here, riding a warhorse. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > n 8 *Jena* leaves west riding a warhorse. [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. *Jothel* is standing here, riding a draft horse. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a Noikor narrates 'stark batt' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > s [k human] You smite *Jothel*'s left leg very hard. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > a No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > w a [k human] You do the best you can! cw * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > fle cb [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > [change mood wimpy] Mood changed to: Wimpy * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > 8 *Jothel* crushes your right leg. You smite *Jothel*'s body extremely hard. You panic and attempt to flee! 8 You flee head over heels. Thinning Woods The thin woodland covers the whole area to the north, east and west. Tall trees, lush with thick, green leaves, and short bushes are the prominent vegetation of the area. Tiny wildflowers bloom amongst the trees and shrubs. Off to the southwest, the forest gives way into a dense thicket. [ obvious exits: N E W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A giant bee preys on small animals. [change mood brave] Mood changed to: Brave * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Noikor narrates 'we winning' [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > w s Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. The corpse of Destruction is lying here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. *Jothel* is standing here, riding a draft horse. 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > w 8 n 8 bas A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. *Jena* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. *Roshaid* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k jena] You try to smite *Jena*, but she parries successfully. +* nded - a hideous trolloc: Scratched - Jena: Battered > Roshaid swiftly dodges a hooved trolloc's attempt to cleave him. *Roshaid* scythes a hideous trolloc's head. A hideous trolloc tickles Roshaid's right leg with its cleave. + *Jena* releases streaks of Fire at a hideous trolloc, who screams in pain. As *Jena* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground! *Jena* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Hurt - Jena: Battered > Roshaid swiftly dodges a hooved trolloc's attempt to cleave him. *Roshaid* scythes a hideous trolloc's body hard. A hideous trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with its cleave. 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Hurt - Jena: Battered > 8 *Jena* leaves south riding a warhorse. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > s 8 [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > a e a [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. *Jena* is here, fighting a muzzled trolloc, riding a warhorse. A muzzled trolloc is here, fighting Jena. A fade is here, fighting Jena. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > Taralsa narrates 'get on mely' [k jena] You smite *Jena*'s right arm into bloody fragments! *Jena* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - a muzzled trolloc: Scratched - Jena: Battered > [k human] You do the best you can! bas * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - a muzzled trolloc: Scratched - Jena: Battered > You smite *Jena*'s body into bloody fragments! A fade slashes Jena's left leg hard. A muzzled trolloc tries to cleave Jena, but she deflects the blow. Lormor narrates 'Find him' No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - a muzzled trolloc: Scratched - Jena: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! *+ inded - a muzzled trolloc: Scratched - Jena: Beaten > *Jena* leaves north riding a warhorse. 8 8 * *Jena* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse. n Cancelled. [k jena] You try to smite *Jena*, but she parries successfully. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Beaten > [k jena] You do the best you can! 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Beaten > *Jena* strikes your left arm. A muzzled trolloc joins your fight! A fade joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! You smite *Jena*'s body into bloody fragments! *Jena* panics, and attempts to flee! No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 8 [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 [k jena] You do the best you can! 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 *Jena* leaves north riding a warhorse. [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > A muzzled trolloc leaves north. A fade leaves north. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > n 8 8 In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. *Jena* is standing here, riding a warhorse. *Jothel* is standing here, riding a draft horse. *Roshaid* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k jena] You smite *Jena*'s body into bloody fragments! *Jena* panics, and attempts to flee! 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > *Jothel* tickles your body with his crush. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 [k jena] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > [k jena] You do the best you can! 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Jena: Critical > 8 8 A muzzled trolloc joins a hooved trolloc's fight! A fade joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A fade barely slashes Roshaid's left hand. A muzzled trolloc tries to cleave Jena, but she deflects the blow. *Jothel* crushes your left hand. You smite *Jena*'s body extremely hard. *Jena* is dead! R.I.P. You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you. Your first time! Was it good for you too? Your blood freezes as you hear *Jena*'s death cry. A hooved trolloc barely tickles Roshaid's body with his cleave. *Roshaid* barely scythes a hideous trolloc's left foot. A hideous trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with its cleave. The area becomes extremely dark. Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked. [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k jena] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > cw fle [change mood wimpy] Mood changed to: Wimpy * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Noikor narrates 'mesa passed downer' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > PANIC! You couldn't escape! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > rem sword dra 9 Lormor narrates 'Track Arbok Kryyg' *Jothel* gets a pair of animal-fur boots from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a pair of earthen colored breeches from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a bronze belt of odd design from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a black-tasseled spear from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a wide leather wristband from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a wide leather wristband from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a pair of slim riding gloves from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a set of cloth sleeves from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a backpack from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a dress with colored bands at the hem from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a satin blouse from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a dark blue scarf from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a golden diadem with a hanging sapphire from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets a jade signet ring from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets an emerald ring from the corpse of Jena. *Jothel* gets an oilstone from the corpse of Jena. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Noikor narrates 'fucking god damn blight ebar piece of dung' You stop using a great claymore. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > A fade slashes Roshaid's right arm. *Jothel* crushes your left arm hard. A muzzled trolloc joins a fade's fight! A hooved trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with his cleave. *Roshaid* tries to scythe a hideous trolloc, but it deflects the blow. A hideous trolloc tickles Roshaid's left foot with its cleave. You try to quietly draw a dagger from a wide leather wristband. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > [scalp corpse] No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Jothel: Scratched > na jena reo rip You narrate 'jena reo rip' fle You panic and attempt to flee!othel: Scratched > You flee head over heels. Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Atvar narrates 'watchout for regroup' Taralsa narrates 'nevo batt' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > *Jothel* has arrived from the west, riding a draft horse. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > *Jothel* leaves east riding a draft horse. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > w 9 In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. The corpse of Jena is lying here. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. A fade is here, fighting Roshaid. A muzzled trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. *Roshaid* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > s [scalp corpse] You lean over and cut the bloody scalp from the corpse of Jena. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > cb *Roshaid* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [change mood brave] Mood changed to: Brave sheath * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the north. You sheath a dagger into a wide leather wristband. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > *Roshaid* scythes your left arm. Destruction narrates '1w orch ent' wiels word * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Hurt > e cw Arminius narrates 'on ' Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Hurt > fle No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Hurt > [change mood wimpy] Mood changed to: Wimpy You panic and attempt to flee!oshaid: Hurt > sheath A muzzled trolloc barely cleaves Roshaid's body. You flee head over heels. In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. The corpse of Jena is lying here. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. You are not wielding a weapon. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > wield sword e s You wield a great claymore with both hands. stats * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > cb You are a 175 year old male trolloc hunter. Your height is 6 feet, 3 inches, and you weigh 202.0 lbs. You are carrying 0.3 lbs and wearing 101.3 lbs, fairly light. Your base abilities are: Str:19 Int:11 Wil:8 Dex:13 Con:19. Offensive bonus: 144, Dodging bonus: 12, Parrying bonus: 1 Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 0 Hit Points Your armor absorbs about 78% on average. You are subjected to the following effects: - NO QUIT - SNEAK - NOTICE * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [change mood brave] Mood changed to: Brave * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a [k human] They aren't here. sc * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a a Kryyg narrates 'block downer' You have 394(436) hit and 120(227) movement points. You have scored 74465672 experience points and 176 quest points. You need 4034328 exp to level and -101 qp to rank. You have amassed 661 Turn points to date. You have played 54 days and 0 hours (real time). This ranks you as Khellendros the Grizzly Scrapper [Ahf'frait 3] (Level 44). You are standing. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > i a You are carrying: the war scalp of Jena the Human slain in Shienar ten copper pennys two gold crowns a torn bit of Reo the Human's head slain in Shienar whe * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Players in your Zone -------------------- Khellendros - Nearing A Trolloc Camp You catch a smell of horses nearby. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a [k human] They aren't here. whe * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a Players in your Zone -------------------- Khellendros - Nearing A Trolloc Camp You catch a smell of horses nearby. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > put all pack Kryyg narrates 'on 1e ' You put the war scalp of Jena the Human slain in Shienar in a backpack. You put ten coppers in a backpack. You put two crowns in a backpack. You put a torn bit of Reo the Human's head slain in Shienar in a backpack. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > na i love camp. You narrate 'i love camp.' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > sc save Taralsa narrates 'stark by' * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a Lormor narrates 'Of?' whe * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > You have 394(436) hit and 120(227) movement points. You have scored 74465672 experience points and 176 quest points. You need 4034328 exp to level and -101 qp to rank. You have amassed 661 Turn points to date. You have played 54 days and 0 hours (real time). This ranks you as Khellendros the Grizzly Scrapper [Ahf'frait 3] (Level 44). You are standing. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > a stats a Atvar narrates 'on 1s' Saving Khellendros. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > *Roshaid* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse. Players in your Zone -------------------- Khellendros - Nearing A Trolloc Camp You catch a smell of horses nearby. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Wounded > You are a 175 year old male trolloc hunter. Your height is 6 feet, 3 inches, and you weigh 202.0 lbs. You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 101.6 lbs, fairly light. Your base abilities are: Str:19 Int:11 Wil:8 Dex:13 Con:19. Offensive bonus: 164, Dodging bonus: 12, Parrying bonus: 1 Your mood is: Brave. You will flee below: 0 Hit Points Your armor absorbs about 78% on average. You are subjected to the following effects: - NO QUIT - SNEAK - NOTICE * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Wounded > [k human] You do the best you can! * -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Khellendros Joined: Jan 24, 2000 Posted: 2004-05-15 20:17 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Wounded > *Roshaid* scythes your head. A muzzled trolloc joins your fight! You smite *Roshaid*'s right leg. A hooved trolloc has arrived from the south. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the south. A hooved trolloc has arrived from the south. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the south. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Wounded > abs Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?! * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - Roshaid: Wounded > bas = *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! + A muzzled trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with his cleave. A hooved trolloc barely cleaves Roshaid's body. A muzzled trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with his cleave. A hooved trolloc tickles Roshaid's body with his cleave. A muzzled trolloc cleaves Roshaid's right arm. +* *Roshaid* leaves west riding a warhorse. - A muzzled trolloc leaves west. A hooved trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. A hooved trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. w a n abas Cancelled. A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. The corpse of Jena is lying here. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > A hooved trolloc leaves south. Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?! a * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > whe a Players in your Zone -------------------- Khellendros - In Front Of The Dark Tower You catch a smell of horses nearby. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > sc save a You have 387(436) hit and 116(227) movement points. You have scored 74465960 experience points and 176 quest points. You need 4034040 exp to level and -101 qp to rank. You have amassed 661 Turn points to date. You have played 54 days and 0 hours (real time). This ranks you as Khellendros the Grizzly Scrapper [Ahf'frait 3] (Level 44). You are standing. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > You have already saved during this tic. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > whe [k human] They aren't here. a * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > Players in your Zone -------------------- Khellendros - In Front Of The Dark Tower You catch a smell of horses nearby. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > stats [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > a You are a 175 year old male trolloc hunter. Your height is 6 feet, 3 inches, and you weigh 202.0 lbs. You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 101.6 lbs, fairly light. Your base abilities are: Str:19 Int:11 Wil:8 Dex:13 Con:19. Offensive bonus: 164, Dodging bonus: 12, Parrying bonus: 1 Your mood is: Brave. You will flee below: 0 Hit Points Your armor absorbs about 78% on average. You are subjected to the following effects: - NO QUIT - SNEAK - NOTICE * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > w scan e Tower Entrance The entrance of the tower is very dark, and your light shows you the signs of abandonment that are all over the place. Your feet leave footprints in the thick dust as you walk around the room. However, you get the feeling that this tower is not nearly as abandoned as it looks. There are stairs leading up into the gloomy darkness. [ obvious exits: E U ] A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. a o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > Kryyg narrates 'nyamh rip' scan e o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > Lormor narrates 'On melyssan' A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > whe Players in your Zone -------------------- Khellendros - Tower Entrance You catch a smell of horses nearby. scan e o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > stats You are a 175 year old male trolloc hunter. Your height is 6 feet, 3 inches, and you weigh 202.0 lbs. You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 101.6 lbs, fairly light. Your base abilities are: Str:19 Int:11 Wil:8 Dex:13 Con:19. Offensive bonus: 164, Dodging bonus: 12, Parrying bonus: 1 Your mood is: Brave. You will flee below: 0 Hit Points Your armor absorbs about 78% on average. You are subjected to the following effects: - NO QUIT - SNEAK - NOTICE e o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > a Kryyg narrates 'where lorm' o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > bas In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. The corpse of Jena is lying here. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s left arm hard. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! Noikor narrates 'belasy batt'id: Battered > Lormor narrates 'god damnit' - A hideous trolloc joins your fight! A fade joins a hideous trolloc's fight! *+ *Roshaid* leaves south riding a warhorse. =s a e a - Noikor narrates 'orch ent' Cancelled. A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > bas *Roshaid* leaves south riding a warhorse. [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > s Bash who? * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > a w a bas A beaked trolloc leaves west. A hooved trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. A hooved trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Outside A Trolloc Camp Bushes and shrubs of all sizes grow wildly throughout the thicket. Short, soft grass pads the ground beneath the bushes. Off to the north, the trees of the forest rise above the shrubs and flowers that make up the dense growth of the thicket. Small animals dart through the holes between the branches of the bushes, showing that the thicket is alive and flourishing. [ obvious exits: N W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north. A axe made to hang on a belt lies by the wayside. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. A war axe has been left on the ground here. A shirt of thin linked mail lies here. [2] You notice a raw side of meat is hidden here. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s left arm hard. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Battered > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Battered > [k human] You do the best you can! - Roshaid: Battered > A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the west. ** A beaked trolloc has arrived from the west. A hooved trolloc has arrived from the west. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the west. A hooved trolloc has arrived from the west. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the west. *Roshaid* leaves west riding a warhorse. n a -w Cancelled. A beaked trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. A hooved trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. A hooved trolloc leaves west. A muzzled trolloc leaves west. Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > a [k human] They aren't here. s * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > a A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > *Roshaid* leaves north riding a warhorse. [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > A Trolloc Camp There is little doubt as to what taint is twisting the forest around here, now. You are standing in the middle of a clearing, which is obviously used as a camp by Trollocs. You see discarded human clothing and armor scattered around, as well as a rack of strung human skulls hanging from a pole. There is a big cookpot over the campfire, and the smell of cooking meat drifts towards you. [ obvious exits: N E ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. A trolloc cookpot, couched in a bed of coals, boils with human flesh. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A black stallion prances about. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar. o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > A beaked trolloc leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. A hooved trolloc leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. A hooved trolloc leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > n n a A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > e In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. The corpse of Jena is lying here. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Roshaid* is here, fighting a hideous trolloc, riding a warhorse. A fade is here, fighting Roshaid. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. A hideous trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Wounded - Roshaid: Battered > a No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Wounded - Roshaid: Battered > You smite *Roshaid*'s body. A fade tickles Roshaid's left foot with his slash. A hideous trolloc barely tickles Roshaid's body with its cleave. [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Wounded - Roshaid: Battered > p p [open fence] Ok. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Wounded - Roshaid: Battered > a a [open fence] It's already open! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - a hideous trolloc: Wounded - Roshaid: Battered > a a *Roshaid* leaves south riding a warhorse. [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > s [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > a e a A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > bas A hideous trolloc has arrived from the north. A fade has arrived from the north. [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s left leg. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a a a Cancelled. [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! a * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a Noikor narrates 'belasy not gap' [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > e a No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > *Roshaid* scythes your left arm hard. A muzzled trolloc joins a fade's fight! A hooved trolloc joins a fade's fight! A muzzled trolloc joins a fade's fight! A hooved trolloc joins a fade's fight! A fade tickles Roshaid's body with his slash. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! *Roshaid* leaves east riding a warhorse. A hideous trolloc leaves east. A fade leaves east. [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > a e a [k human] They aren't here. s * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > a Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Noikor narrates 'she batt though' Outside A Trolloc Camp Bushes and shrubs of all sizes grow wildly throughout the thicket. Short, soft grass pads the ground beneath the bushes. Off to the north, the trees of the forest rise above the shrubs and flowers that make up the dense growth of the thicket. Small animals dart through the holes between the branches of the bushes, showing that the thicket is alive and flourishing. [ obvious exits: N W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north. A axe made to hang on a belt lies by the wayside. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. A war axe has been left on the ground here. A shirt of thin linked mail lies here. [2] You notice a raw side of meat is hidden here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > w a n A Trolloc Camp There is little doubt as to what taint is twisting the forest around here, now. You are standing in the middle of a clearing, which is obviously used as a camp by Trollocs. You see discarded human clothing and armor scattered around, as well as a rack of strung human skulls hanging from a pole. There is a big cookpot over the campfire, and the smell of cooking meat drifts towards you. [ obvious exits: N E ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. A trolloc cookpot, couched in a bed of coals, boils with human flesh. A muzzled trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A muzzled trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A hooved trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A muzzled trolloc is here, fighting Roshaid. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A black stallion prances about. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar. e * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a a A boarish trolloc joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A boarish trolloc barely tickles Roshaid's body with its cleave. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! A beaked trolloc leaves east. You barely smite *Roshaid*'s body. A muzzled trolloc cleaves Roshaid's right arm. A hooved trolloc tries to cleave Roshaid, but he dodges the attack. A muzzled trolloc barely tickles Roshaid's left hand with his cleave. A hooved trolloc tickles Roshaid's left hand with his cleave. A muzzled trolloc barely tickles Roshaid's left foot with his cleave. The night has begun. Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked. Lormor narrates 'orch ent' No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! a * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > Taralsa narrates 'meh whered belsay go?' [k human] You do the best you can! Destruction narrates 'block temple and orch ent' * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > a a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > A boarish trolloc tickles Roshaid's left foot with its cleave. You barely smite *Roshaid*'s body. A muzzled trolloc tries to cleave Roshaid, but he dodges the attack. A hooved trolloc barely cleaves Roshaid's head. A muzzled trolloc barely cleaves Roshaid's body. A hooved trolloc barely cleaves Roshaid's left leg. A muzzled trolloc barely cleaves Roshaid's right arm. A hideous trolloc has arrived from the north. A fade has arrived from the north. A beaked trolloc has arrived from the east. Kryyg narrates 'human path to blight' * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > Noikor narrates 'fuckin lag' * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Beaten > *Roshaid* leaves north riding a warhorse. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > n a Taralsa narrates 'nevo well batt' o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > e A hideous trolloc leaves north. A fade leaves north. A beaked trolloc leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. A hooved trolloc leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. A hooved trolloc leaves north. A muzzled trolloc leaves north. a o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > w a n a *Roshaid* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse. [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a You smite *Roshaid*'s right leg. A muzzled trolloc joins your fight! A hooved trolloc joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A muzzled trolloc joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A hooved trolloc joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A muzzled trolloc joins a muzzled trolloc's fight! A beaked trolloc joins your fight! A hideous trolloc leaves north. [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > *Roshaid* leaves south riding a warhorse. [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > a A hideous trolloc has arrived from the north. [k human] They aren't here. s o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > a w A Trolloc Camp There is little doubt as to what taint is twisting the forest around here, now. You are standing in the middle of a clearing, which is obviously used as a camp by Trollocs. You see discarded human clothing and armor scattered around, as well as a rack of strung human skulls hanging from a pole. There is a big cookpot over the campfire, and the smell of cooking meat drifts towards you. [ obvious exits: N E ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. A trolloc cookpot, couched in a bed of coals, boils with human flesh. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A black stallion prances about. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar. a * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > No way! You're fighting for your life! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a Taralsa narrates 'F****** lag' [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > You smite *Roshaid*'s right hand. A boarish trolloc joins your fight! A boarish trolloc joins a boarish trolloc's fight! A myrddraal joins a boarish trolloc's fight! A hideous trolloc has arrived from the north. A fade has arrived from the north. A beaked trolloc has arrived from the north. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the north. A hooved trolloc has arrived from the north. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the north. A hooved trolloc has arrived from the north. A muzzled trolloc has arrived from the north. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a [k human] You do the best you can! n * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > *Roshaid* leaves east riding a warhorse. A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > a w [k human] They aren't here. a o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > Kryyg narrates 'none well' Taralsa narrates 'smells gone' o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > s Alas, you cannot go that way... o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > e [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > a e A Trolloc Camp There is little doubt as to what taint is twisting the forest around here, now. You are standing in the middle of a clearing, which is obviously used as a camp by Trollocs. You see discarded human clothing and armor scattered around, as well as a rack of strung human skulls hanging from a pole. There is a big cookpot over the campfire, and the smell of cooking meat drifts towards you. [ obvious exits: N E ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. A trolloc cookpot, couched in a bed of coals, boils with human flesh. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl. A beaked trolloc is here, scouting. A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by. A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt. A black stallion prances about. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously. A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar. a o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > Outside A Trolloc Camp Bushes and shrubs of all sizes grow wildly throughout the thicket. Short, soft grass pads the ground beneath the bushes. Off to the north, the trees of the forest rise above the shrubs and flowers that make up the dense growth of the thicket. Small animals dart through the holes between the branches of the bushes, showing that the thicket is alive and flourishing. [ obvious exits: N W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A axe made to hang on a belt lies by the wayside. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. A war axe has been left on the ground here. A shirt of thin linked mail lies here. [2] You notice a raw side of meat is hidden here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > n Alas, you cannot go that way... o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > a [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > Nearing A Trolloc Camp Thick brush takes over from the tall trees to the north. Large bushes and shrubs with wiry branches, entangle each other, creating a wild array of growth. Small animals hide out in the thick cover that the leafy shrubs provide. Small flowers struggle to grow inbetween the wild, unkept bushes. [ obvious exits: N S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A pair of hard leather half-gauntlets is on the ground here. A light pair of leather coverings lies upon the ground. A fresh chunk of meat has been recently cut from a kill. [2] *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k human] You smite *Roshaid*'s right leg. *Roshaid* panics, and attempts to flee! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > Kold narrates 'on gap' * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > You smite *Roshaid*'s left arm hard. A hooved trolloc joins your fight! Taralsa narrates 'we hit df?' alias 8 k roshaid * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a Atvar narrates 'he must have gone gap' Ok. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a [k human] You do the best you can! * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Roshaid: Critical > a *Roshaid* leaves west riding a warhorse. [k human] They aren't here. a * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > w a [k human] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > n a A Trolloc Camp The trees of the forest break a little here as they make room for an overgrown thicket. The bushes and shrubs that grow small and short to the north, run wild here, their branches and leaves entangled and intertwined. Thorny branches and the dense undergrowth make movement through the thicket difficult for all but small animals that can dart through the openings in the branches. [ obvious exits: N E S ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > Kryyg narrates 'on who' [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. The corpse of Jena is lying here. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k human] They aren't here. o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > e *Roshaid* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse. 8 * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > 8 Thinning Woods Large, green leaves on tall, straight trees partially obscure the view of the sky through the canopy created by the trees. Short bushes grow taller and thicker as the move farther south, where the forest gives way into a dense thicket. Red and yellow flowers add color to the drab green of the forest. To the north, east, and west the thinning forestland extends for miles. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west. A large slab of meat has been placed here. [9] A thick dress of black wool is crumpled here. A thin-soled pair of light leather boots stand side by side. A dusty pair of ordinary brown pants has been discarded here. A thick, brown sack has been discarded here. [2] A leather helmet has been dropped here. A highly burnished metal shield lies here. A water skin made from dried human flesh lies here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > w [k roshaid] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k roshaid] They aren't here. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > 8 8 e 8 8 Taralsa narrates 'gate orch' In Front Of The Dark Tower You are standing in front of an old, apparently abandoned watchtower, the one that you have been seeing glimpses of from the road. You get a chill feeling as you look up at the big gray mass that looms up above you. Bits and pieces of gray masonry have fallen away from the tower, and you see an especially big piece half embedded in the ground. The entrance to the tower looks like a black mouth, and the door has long rotted away. A dark path leads east from here, heavily shadowed by the trees that loom over it. Another path leads south from here. [ obvious exits: N E S W ] There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south. The corpse of Jena is lying here. You notice a mirrored lantern is hidden here. *Roshaid* is standing here, riding a warhorse. A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently. * S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k roshaid] You smite *Roshaid*'s body. *Roshaid* is dead! R.I.P. You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you. Your first time! Was it good for you too? Your blood freezes as you hear *Roshaid*'s death cry. You all had horrid luck w/ those mobs, but thats why I love 'em -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rain Joined: Apr 19, 1999 Posted: 2004-05-15 21:08 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Huge props to you. Have tons of respect for you. You'll make a scary fade some day.. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Revescaal Joined: Mar 08, 2003 Posted: 2004-05-16 00:25 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First off, your HPs are sick. Second: Nice, nice kills. Way to turn things to your advantage when outnumbered. Edit: Kind of sad how good logs like this get over-looked and how the threads with the most comments are full of criticism and flaming. [ This Mail was edited by: Revescaal on 2004-05-16 10:58 ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edaeton Joined: Oct 21, 2003 From: Somewhere sunny with a few big ROCKS Posted: 2004-05-16 00:37 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fun read. I loved how there was already 1 Reo corpse in fence when you killed him again in there and want to lend me about 50 hps? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nevohsew Joined: Dec 09, 2002 Posted: 2004-05-16 12:27 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can't imagine what those humans were doing. Nice job -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Krack Joined: Dec 01, 2003 Posted: 2004-05-16 19:41 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nice khell. Bout all that you can say about those kills, nice bro. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Krack Joined: Dec 01, 2003 Posted: 2004-05-16 19:41 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nice khell. Bout all that you can say about those kills, nice bro. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------