Mrs Horror was busy so I had to pick up the kids after school....
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a drooling trolloc: Battered > whe
You pierce a drooling trolloc's left arm extremely hard.
A drooling trolloc tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
Players in your Zone
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Horror - Brood Pit
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a drooling trolloc: Beaten >
You pierce a drooling trolloc's body very hard.
You swiftly dodge a drooling trolloc's attempt to hit you.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - a drooling trolloc: Critical >
You pierce a drooling trolloc's head extremely hard.
A drooling trolloc is dead! R.I.P.
Three times is the charm!
Your blood freezes as you hear a drooling trolloc's death cry.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > give leg ankle
You give a severed leg to an ankle-biter.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > l
Brood Pit
The combined reek of rotting meat and sewage billows up from grates in the
floor. The floor is covered in excrement and gnawed bones. The underside of
a trap door is scratched and bashed from constant abuse. An elaborate
system of drainage traps the dropping of the confined beasts in addition to
the occasional body part small enough to slip through the grates.
[ obvious exits: U ]
Up: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
The corpse of a drooling trolloc is lying here. [2]
The corpse of a blight-bear is lying here.
A brooding trolloc watches her charges.
A brooding trolloc watches her charges.
A brooding trolloc watches her charges.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter chews the meat eagerly.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter burps loudly.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > whe
Players in your Zone
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Horror - Brood Pit
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter grins evilly.
An ankle-biter blinks its eyes innocently.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > but
You pull a mangled limb from the corpse of a drooling trolloc.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter starts following you.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter says 'MOR!!'
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > give leg 2.ankle
You give a severed leg to an ankle-biter.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter chews the meat eagerly.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > but
You pull a mangled limb from the dismembered corpse of a drooling trolloc.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter burps loudly.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > give leg 3.ankle
You give a severed leg to an ankle-biter.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > but
You tear a bloodied limb from the dismembered corpse of a drooling trolloc.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter grins evilly.
An ankle-biter blinks its eyes innocently.
An ankle-biter chews the meat eagerly.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > give leg 4.ankle
You don't seem to have a leg.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter starts following you.
An ankle-biter burps loudly.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter says 'MOR!!'
An ankle-biter grins evilly.
An ankle-biter blinks its eyes innocently.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > give arm 4.ankle
You give a shattered arm to an ankle-biter.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter starts following you.
An ankle-biter chews the meat eagerly.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > grop
An ankle-biter says 'MOR!!'
An ankle-biter burps loudly.
You grope around blindly.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > group
You are currently working solo.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter grins evilly.
An ankle-biter blinks its eyes innocently.
group all
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > An ankle-biter is now a member of your group.
An ankle-biter is now a member of your group.
An ankle-biter is now a member of your group.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > group
An ankle-biter starts following you.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
o HP:Scratched MV:Tiring > Your group consists of:
Horror (Head of group)
an ankle-biter
an ankle-biter
an ankle-biter
and so on, until....
o HP:Scratched MV:Strong > u
Ruined Stone House
A tumbled down stone house looks over the gardens in the blight. The thatch
on the roof looks fresh and an iron-ringed trap door is securely bolted on
the floor. Small growls can be heard beneath the floor and every once in a
while something tries the trap. Trolloc catchpoles line the walls in a neat
order that is not associated with the trolloc hordes. Barrels of meat sit
next to the trap attached to ropes and tackle to lower the barrels.
[ obvious exits: E D ]
East: A sickly, skinny deer stands here in a daze.
Down: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
The corpse of a sullen trolloc is lying here.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
An ankle-biter has arrived from below.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
A sullen trolloc has arrived from below.
A sullen trolloc has arrived from below.
A sullen trolloc has arrived from below.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A sullen trolloc tries to slice you, but you deflect the blow. <---- stranger danger, guess they didn't know who Daddy was!
A sullen trolloc tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A sullen trolloc tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
Overbearing child care workers put out of their misery, we set out. I'm not very good with kids, so I wasn't really sure what to do. First we tried some yard work.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Full > End of a Trail
The thin trail ends abrubtly at a large pile of boulders. The remains of a
large, twisted tree can be seen jutting out from under one of the boulders.
A black moss has begun growing on the boulders and is slowly eating away at
parts of the dead tree. A way around the boulders can be seen to the east.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
A fallen tree lies upon the ground, seemingly chopped down in haste.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Full > You pierce the writhing grass's roots very hard.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Full - the writhing grass: Scratched >
The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
You pierce the writhing grass's branch.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Full - the writhing grass: Scratched >
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
You pierce the writhing grass's roots very hard.
Once the grass was cut I demonstrated the finer points of tree surgery.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Full - the blighted tree: Critical >
You pierce the blighted tree's roots.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Full - the blighted tree: Critical >
The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
You pierce the blighted tree's roots very hard.
The blighted tree is dead! R.I.P.
You receive your share of experience...
Quite a death count. Have it put on your tombstone.
You gain a level!
Your blood freezes as you hear the blighted tree's death cry.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Full > east
Deep Within a Blighted Forest
The trees here have been twisted and corrupted severely. Leaves are thin
and wispy or bloated and glossy. An overwhelming odor of decay fills the
oppressive air and there is little light allowed in by the canopy of
branches. The forest seems to run on in all directions.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
They were driving me crazy at that point, so I thought an excursion might calm them down.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > In Front of the Castle
Rotten skeletons lie on either side of the castle entrance. The huge oak
doors lie on the ground apparently broken off from their hinges, and the
portcullis is rusted fast about five feet from the ground. However, newly
crafted stone gates stand before you. Four round towers loom high above
providing excellent protection for the main entrance to the fortress. The
stones that make up the tower have been cut from a very dull red marble
giving a sense of age. A path leads west, away from the castle.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
West: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
Players in your Zone
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Horror - In Front of the Castle
Kids love castles, right? Anyway then I thought what if I put them to work while I had a rest.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard > The Eastern Wing of the Great Hall
The end of the hall reveals two doors that were once made of fine polished
leatherleaf wood. Now they are cracked and splintered, barely held up by
their hinges. A bedroom can be seen to the north. To the south a large
room opens up to the feast hall.
[ obvious exits: N S W D ]
North: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
South: A large rat, as black as coal, stares at you from the shadows.
West: A wolfish trolloc is here, howling for blood.
A set of darkly shining chainmail leggings lies forgotten here.
A soft leather pouch has been discarded here.
A pair of steel-backed gauntlets are collecting dust on the ground.
A pair of darkly oiled chainmail sleeves lies here, forgotten.
A highly polished breastplate gleams in even the dimmest light.
A thick brown sack has been discarded here.
A draught of a strange bubbling liquid has been left here.
A rancid slab of decaying meat lies here, covered with maggots.
A thick leather vest is here.
A thin pair of leather gloves has been set here.
A black iron pike stands by the roadside.
A set of chainmail leggings lay upon the ground.
Some thick-soled, heavy leather boots stand stiffly together.
A dark cloak with a hood has been left here.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
Cracking his already aged knuckles, the Ghar'ghael Quartermaster stands ready.
A massive Myrddraal stands here, leading the Ghar'ghael in battle.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard > whe
Players in your Zone
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Kraygor - Path to a Castle
Horror - The Eastern Wing of the Great Hall
rest
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard > You sit down and rest your tired bones.
You sheath a sharp, red stone dagger into a silver Kandori wristcuff.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard > NOTICE Enabled
notice
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You start paying increased attention to your surroundings.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard > You try to quietly draw a sharp, red stone dagger from a silver Kandori wristcuff.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard >
An ankle-biter gets a bubbling draught.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Haggard >
A forest trolloc bellows 'If you want to learn how to butcher the pink ones, bring one to The Courtyard.'
o S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
An ankle-biter gets a thin pair of leather gloves.
An ankle-biter gets a pike.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
An ankle-biter wields a pike in a two-handed grip.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
An ankle-biter gets a set of oiled chainmail leggings.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
An ankle-biter gets a pair of oiled chainmail sleeves.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Winded >
An ankle-biter gets a pair of chainmail leggings.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Winded >
An ankle-biter gets a pair of steel-backed gauntlets.
An ankle-biter gets a polished metal breastplate.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Winded >
An ankle-biter gets a thick leather vest.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Winded >
An ankle-biter gets a dark, hooded cloak.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Winded >
A forest trolloc bellows 'If you want to learn how to butcher the pink ones, bring one to Entrance to the Courtyard.'
o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter gets a thick brown sack.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >
An ankle-biter gets a pair of heavy leather boots.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A forest trolloc bellows 'If you want to learn how to butcher the pink ones, bring one to The Gatekeep.'
o S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An ankle-biter gets a soft leather pouch.
An ankle-biter gets a slab of ruined meat.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A forest trolloc bellows 'If you want to learn how to butcher the pink ones, bring one to Entrance to the Courtyard.'
o S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh > l
The Eastern Wing of the Great Hall
The end of the hall reveals two doors that were once made of fine polished
leatherleaf wood. Now they are cracked and splintered, barely held up by
their hinges. A bedroom can be seen to the north. To the south a large
room opens up to the feast hall.
[ obvious exits: N S W D ]
North: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
South: A large rat, as black as coal, stares at you from the shadows.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
An Elite Ghar'ghael guard stands here, protecting his master.
Cracking his already aged knuckles, the Ghar'ghael Quartermaster stands ready.
A massive Myrddraal stands here, leading the Ghar'ghael in battle.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh > whe
Players in your Zone
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Kraygor - The Blacksmith's Workshop
Deimos - The Blacksmith's Workshop
Horror - The Eastern Wing of the Great Hall
Blarg was thankful that we cleaned up the mess left by his filthy Ghar. After that I thought they might like to go play in the dungeon.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > d
The Dungeon
Serving as both the entrance and main room for the dungeon, this large room
branches into two hallways that lead south and north. Stairs made of grey
granite lead up into the keep above. It is slightly cold here and a thick layer
of dust covers the floor from ages of emptiness.
[ obvious exits: N S U ]
Up: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
Kraygor {Ghar grunt} (Linkless) is standing here.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
An ankle-biter has arrived from above.
The minimum wage kid the Ghar had working in the dungeon was off his face though, eyes glazed over and wouldn't answer me when I tried to pay for the rides. So much for that. I was out of ideas so I thought maybe I'd drag the kids to the office, as I had some things to catch up on.
o HP:Healthy MV:Full > The Eastern Wing of the Grand Hall
This area of the hall is covered with rubble obviously from the collapse of
the upper level. This has rendered the stairs leading to the upper level
useless. The fallen rubble has caused huge cracks in the floor making it
hard to get by. Large spiders and other various insects can be seen
climbing in and out of the rubble looking for any sign of food. A door to
the north lead to the library, the study lies to the south, the
intersection of all the halls lies to the west, and the dungeon lies down
via the stairs.
[ obvious exits: N S W D ]
North: A figure stands here, ready to collect unwanted things.
South: A short, shifty trolloc conceals herself in the shadows here.
West: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
Down: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
o HP:Healthy MV:Full > The Study
This used to be the personal study of the king that ruled this place. Now
there is not much left. All the paintings lie ruined and destroyed on the
floor, the fireplace in the southeast corner of the room has fallen to
pieces. The table and chairs now lie in the center of the floor in a mass
of splintered and knarled wood. The only exit is to the north into the
eastern wing of the Grand Hall.
An ugly sign is here.
[ obvious exits: N ]
North: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A short, shifty trolloc conceals herself in the shadows here.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
o HP:Healthy MV:Full > prac
You have got 2 practice sessions left.
You can practice any of these skills, at a cost of 1:
steal ( 7%)
pick ( 0%)
hide (99%)
sneak (92%)
dodge (92%)
attack (74%)
backstab (97%)
palm ( 5%)
short blades (92%)
projectiles ( 0%)
o HP:Healthy MV:Full >
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
o HP:Healthy MV:Full > prac attack
You practice for a while...
You now have 80% knowledge of this skill and 1 practice sessions left.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh > prac attack
You practice for a while...
You now have 86% knowledge of this skill and 0 practice sessions left.
That went pretty well. Time for some fresh air!
* HP:Healthy MV:Full > s
The Blight
The sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is thick with a
ripe stench of decaying matter, and you eye the surrounding forest with
disgust. Despite the disease apparent in everything, the whole area seems
crawling with vile forms of life. The very trees and creepers seem to inch
towards you.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
North: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
South: A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the north.
I let them mill around the feet of the blight bears for a while. Then they wanted to ride a blight worm, so I knew it was time to move on. I had some more serious business to take care of anyway, what would the harm be in dragging the kids along?
Black Road Gripping the Rock Face
Stone walls that converge just to the south diverge again. The road follows
the south-western rock face for a short ways. The road turns sharply north,
while east it passes through the narrow point between the rock walls. West
is a grassy knoll sheltered by surrounding rock.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A jaguar is here, fighting YOU!
A huge mountain lion is here, fighting YOU!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong - a jaguar: Scratched > Black Road Gripping the Rock Face
Stone walls that converge just to the south diverge again. The road follows
the south-western rock face for a short ways. The road turns sharply north,
while east it passes through the narrow point between the rock walls. West
is a grassy knoll sheltered by surrounding rock.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A jaguar is here, fighting YOU!
A huge mountain lion is here, fighting YOU!
Ambushed! Luckily these cats hadn't acquired a taste for little trollocs.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Tiring > A Hill of Flowers
The soil here is quite soft, giving way to any pressure, and totally free of
rocks and sand that would keep plants from thriving here. As a result, a wide
field of multicolored flowers and flowering grasses have sprouted, catching
the morning light in drops of dew, sending spectacular glints of color across
the area. A garden has been planted to the south, and gentle hills rise in the
other directions.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A green-leafed herb grows here.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
We stopped here briefly to trample the flowers. Horrible, disgusting smelling things they were. Finally we reach our destination.
t the Smiling Gleeman
Choked with wagons and carts, the Caemlyn Road runs through town to the
east and west, but this intersection is dominated by something other
than exhausted horses and dirt. To the south rises a massive swirl of
red, purple and green boards which grab the eye and pull all attention
towards it. A fanciful sign above the door proclaims the establishment
to be the Smiling Gleeman, no doubt one of the fancier taverns in town.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
South: An innkeeper makes his rounds of the room, tending to guests.
West: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > Junction of the Caemlyn and Lugard Roads
Stalled wagons and carts tighten the road here at the heart of Four
Kings. High upon the side of the building on the southeast corner of the
intersection a sign proclaims the road leading off to the south to be
the Lugard Highway, easily as wide as the Caemlyn Road which runs in
between the festive establishments of town, even if not quite so busy.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
East: A black crow is here, watching.
West: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
Time to introduce the kids to the enemy, what could possibly go wrong?!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > whe
Players in your Zone
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Horror - Junction of the Caemlyn and Lugard Roads
You catch a smell of horses nearby.
Their first smellies! Awww a proud moment for any parent.
*Pastek* has arrived from the south, riding a dust-colored gelding.
A *human* has arrived from the south, riding a plodding ox.
An ankle-biter sniffs Pastek.
You silently approach your victim...
*
*Pastek* leaves west riding a dust-colored gelding.
A *human* leaves west riding a plodding ox.
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An ankle-biter clamors around you looking for food.
*Pastek* has arrived from the west, riding a dust-colored gelding.
A *human* has arrived from the west, riding a plodding ox.
A *human* makes a strange sound as you place a sharp, red stone dagger in his back!
Since April 15 2007 you've landed 4496 out of 8727 stabs (51% landed).
A *human* is dead! R.I.P.
You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you.
You receive your share of experience...
Your first time! Was it good for you too?
Your blood freezes as you hear A *human*'s death cry.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
*Pastek* leaves east riding a dust-colored gelding.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh > backstab pastek
Backstab who?
* S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
An ankle-biter says 'Mah I hungee.'
Typical. I slay the enemy and all the kid cares about is his stomach. There was no time to eat, soon we were under attack!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong - Livae: Hurt > The Caemlyn Road
Passing to the south of the Braem Wood, the road to Caemlyn is a wide highway
that allows an easy connection between the many farms along its route and the
city of Caemlyn and the town of Four Kings. The dusty road extends to the east,
almost out of sight, and encounters a bend to the west.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
*Tysk* is here, fighting YOU!, riding a bloodstock stallion.
*Livae* is here, fighting YOU!, riding a wild stallion.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong - Livae: Hurt >
You pierce *Livae*'s head.
trong - Livae: Hurt >
*Tysk* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
An ankle-biter licks you.
Suddenly I realised the time... Mrs Horror would be home soon, I had to get the kids out of here!
* S HP:Battered MV:Weary - Via: Healthy > f
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You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
Caralain Grass
Tall, golden prairie grass sways in a rythmic way all around you. Even the
Multiple possible map positions after fleeing. Guessing...
slightest breath of air stirs their stalks, making them seem almost alive.
To the north as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but the tall
grass. A few trees dot the plains here and there, and a ways to the east
you can see a large forest. But the golden grass rules this land. At your
feet is a small hole, probably home to some small animal.
[ obvious exits: N E D ]
*Tysk* is standing here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A wild hog snorts angrily, pawing at the ground.
Caralain Grass
Different shades of browns, yellows, and golds blend together in the tall
grasses around you. It seems like you are in an ocean as the wind causes
the golden grasses to roll and wave. In every direction you see the golden
blades. As you peer east, you can make out a forest.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
* S HP:Battered MV:Weary > Caralain Grass
To the north a few scattered trees grow on some low hills. They look like
large mounds really, with a thick blanket of thick grass upon them. They
run a ways to the north and east. South and east of you continues the tall
growing grass, which seems alive in a constant breeze.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
A wild hog snorts angrily, pawing at the ground.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
* S HP:Battered MV:Weary > east
And away we went! Epic parenting I thought to myself as we made our way back. Alas, I was caught unawares!
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Horror - Curve in the Dusty Side Street
* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary > A wild dog tickles an ankle-biter's body with his hit.
A wild dog fails to hit an ankle-biter.
Curve in the Dusty Side Street
The dusty street comes to an abrupt end, trailing off into wilderness. A
small hill is to the north, and huge piles of debris lay off to the side
containing the ruins of ages. A faint path barely visible amongst the
debris leads off to the west, while to the south a small side street into
the heart of a ruined city still exists.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
South: A huge rat drools as it smells food.
West: A two-headed serpent bares its white fangs as it coils to strike.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
A wild dog is here, fighting an ankle-biter.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > k dog
An ankle-biter swiftly dodges a wild dog's attempt to hit it.
You pierce a wild dog's body extremely hard.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - an ankle-biter: Battered - a wild dog: Hurt > change mood brave
Mood changed to: Brave
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - an ankle-biter: Battered - a wild dog: Hurt >
You pierce a wild dog's right leg very hard.
A wild dog hits an ankle-biter's body.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - an ankle-biter: Beaten - a wild dog: Wounded >
You pierce a wild dog's body extremely hard.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - an ankle-biter: Beaten - a wild dog: Battered >
You pierce a wild dog's body very hard.
A wild dog barely hits an ankle-biter's left arm.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - an ankle-biter: Critical - a wild dog: Battered >
You pierce a wild dog's body hard.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - an ankle-biter: Critical - a wild dog: Beaten >
You pierce a wild dog's left foreleg very hard.
A wild dog hits an ankle-biter's right arm very hard.
An ankle-biter is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear an ankle-biter's death cry.
An ankle-biter stops following you.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - a wild dog: Critical > na dog attack ankle biter down!
You pierce a wild dog's head hard.
A wild dog is dead! R.I.P.
You receive your share of experience...
Yet again! Seems like a rerun...
Your blood freezes as you hear a wild dog's death cry.
Crap. Mrs Horror was not going to be happy. To get over that harrowing experience we went to see some puppies on the way home.
Tunnels of Roots
The thick walls of the tunnel is packed thick with roots from the trees and
plants above, thin and thick threads of brown winding through the darkness
of the soil. Here and there sections of the roots appear to have been
chewed away, the tunnel always kept clear enough for its denizens to run
through unfettered at the call of their Master. A steady plink sounds as
water drips down slowly from the vines above.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
East: A darkhound snarls ferociously, ready to attack.
West: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
Evil to its fuzzy core, a darkhound puppy snarls here.
Evil to its fuzzy core, a darkhound puppy snarls here.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the west.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Haggard >
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
And then it was time for home.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Haggard > The Blacksmith's Workshop
In the center of the room there is a large anvil which was obviously used
by the blacksmith who worked here to pound at iron and form various
types of iron works. In the northern wall lies the pit where the metal
was fired to get it white hot. Against the west wall there are the remnants
of a shelf that was once used to hold the blacksmiths various tools. In the
righthand corner of the roof there is a large hole that allows the sun to
shine in and light the entire place. An exit lies to the south which
goes back into the courtyard.
[ obvious exits: S U ]
South: A juvenile trolloc waits hungrily to be fed.
You notice a pair of animal-fur boots is hidden here.
Yuchia the Trolloc is standing here.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A large, goat-faced trolloc glares at you hungrily.
A large, goat-faced trolloc glares at you hungrily.
A large, goat-faced trolloc glares at you hungrily.
A large, goat-faced trolloc glares at you hungrily.
A tall barrel-chested blacksmith stands here staring absently into space.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
An ankle-biter has arrived from the south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Haggard >
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
An ankle-biter sniffs an ankle-biter.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Haggard > cheer
You cheer gleefully.
The end.
Kindergarten Rogue
Re: Kindergarten Rogue
I wish I were raised like this.
Re: Kindergarten Rogue
Very amusing:) was interesting seeing them around in pk.