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Dixon
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Oh oopsie!

Post by Dixon » Sat May 22, 2021 1:32 pm

Set off scout and found Amino. We beat each other up pretty good and then I got crit hitting at a patty. Ran sted trees and log picks up from there. Was a fun fight. Thought I was 2w of where it ended tho.



sc
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
You have 59(383) hit and 135(159) movement points.
You have scored 105878227 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2621773 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s left hand.

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
b
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.
The ancient tree barely hits Amino's right arm.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
[bash ]

-=+**+=
You dodge a bash from *Amino* who loses his balance and falls!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!


The ancient tree barely tickles Amino's body with its hit.
The ancient tree tickles Amino's body with its hit.
The ancient tree tickles Amino's body with its hit.


You flee head over heels.
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
3
Heart of the Blighted Grove
In the heart of the grove, the stedding still holds a trace of its former
glory. The trees are tall and strong, with leaves of green. Healthy sprouts
of grass poke up sporadically from the healthy soil.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

north
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west
3
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b

Beneath the Gnarled Trees
Suffering from the taint of dark forces which enfold it, the grand trees
stand exhausted and spiritless. Defiled boughs which once held lush
green leaves now extend leafless and contorted from shriveled trunks.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is here, fighting the ancient tree, riding a shadow stallion.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s body.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - the ancient tree: Scratched - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

Cancelled.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he deflects the blow.
The ancient tree barely hits Amino's right arm.
The ancient tree tickles Amino's right hand with its hit.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - the ancient tree: Scratched - Amino: Critical >
*Amino* leaves east riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.


* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
3
b
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
A shivering tree joins a shivering tree's fight!
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
[bash ]

-=+*
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

*+=-
*Amino* leaves south riding a shadow stallion.

-
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.

=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - a shivering tree: Scratched >
f
3
b
You panic and attempt to flee!


*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

You flee head over heels.
Beneath the Gnarled Trees
Suffering from the taint of dark forces which enfold it, the grand trees
stand exhausted and spiritless. Defiled boughs which once held lush
green leaves now extend leafless and contorted from shriveled trunks.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
sc
3
You have 59(383) hit and 131(159) movement points.
You have scored 105877390 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2622610 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
3
b
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
A shivering tree joins a shivering tree's fight!
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree barely hits your right leg.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!
*Amino* slashes your right arm hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!



You flee head over heels.
The Blighted Woods
The ground is uneven and rocky here, with tremendous black roots
reaching up from the ground. The sick trees are impossibly high and
bear no foliage. A fallen tree blocks passage to the east, a parched victim
of the blight which draws ever closer.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 54(383) hit and 131(159) movement points.
You have scored 105875953 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2624047 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

south
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
The Blighted Woods
Deep within the woods, the trees give off a foul scent as of an infected
wound in need of treatment. The onslaught of disease not only manifests
itself in the defiled trees, but in the dry gray soil, the wilted flowers,
the parched vines and the blackened moss.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blighted Woods
The surrounding corrupted trees extend gnarled branches that lurk above.
Insects swarm through parched cracks in diseased trunks. Evergreens
which once bloomed impervious to the changing seasons stand shriveled,
dry and brown.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
cpd
[change posture defensive]
Posture changed to: Defensive

south
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Blighted Woods
Scattered among the trees are the rounded mounds of earth which were the
ogier homesteads. The mounds appear to be natural formations in the ground,
but stone framed windows in the mounds betray their purpose.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
north
north
The Blighted Woods
The surrounding corrupted trees extend gnarled branches that lurk above.
Insects swarm through parched cracks in diseased trunks. Evergreens
which once bloomed impervious to the changing seasons stand shriveled,
dry and brown.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blighted Woods
Deep within the woods, the trees give off a foul scent as of an infected
wound in need of treatment. The onslaught of disease not only manifests
itself in the defiled trees, but in the dry gray soil, the wilted flowers,
the parched vines and the blackened moss.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blighted Woods
The ground is uneven and rocky here, with tremendous black roots
reaching up from the ground. The sick trees are impossibly high and
bear no foliage. A fallen tree blocks passage to the east, a parched victim
of the blight which draws ever closer.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

b
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s left leg hard.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=+**+=-
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree joins a shivering tree's fight!

-=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - a shivering tree: Scratched >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!

3

A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree barely hits your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!



*Amino* has arrived from the east, riding a shadow stallion.

sc
You flee head over heels.
The Blighted Woods
The ground is uneven and rocky here, with tremendous black roots
reaching up from the ground. The sick trees are impossibly high and
bear no foliage. A fallen tree blocks passage to the east, a parched victim
of the blight which draws ever closer.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > You have 48(383) hit and 131(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876373 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623627 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
The Blighted Woods
Deep within the woods, the trees give off a foul scent as of an infected
wound in need of treatment. The onslaught of disease not only manifests
itself in the defiled trees, but in the dry gray soil, the wilted flowers,
the parched vines and the blackened moss.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
east
Near the Thicket
Thin scrawny trees coated with diseased splotches of gray and black hang
their lifeless branches devoid of leaves to the ground. There is an
overgrown path to the north, the forest becomes thick to the west.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a trolloc leaving north.
There are some tracks of a trolloc leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 48(383) hit and 131(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876373 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623627 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

tt
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [track trolloc]

-=+
Some clear fairly recent tracks of Crawler leaving north.
Some clear fairly recent tracks of Crawler leaving west.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Blighted Woods
Deep within the woods, the trees give off a foul scent as of an infected
wound in need of treatment. The onslaught of disease not only manifests
itself in the defiled trees, but in the dry gray soil, the wilted flowers,
the parched vines and the blackened moss.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blighted Woods
The ground is uneven and rocky here, with tremendous black roots
reaching up from the ground. The sick trees are impossibly high and
bear no foliage. A fallen tree blocks passage to the east, a parched victim
of the blight which draws ever closer.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
b

*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=+**+=- -=
Your bash at *Amino* sends him sprawling!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical >
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree joins a shivering tree's fight!
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree tickles your right leg with its hit.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You panic and attempt to flee!
The night has begun.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.


You flee head over heels.
The Blighted Woods
The ground is uneven and rocky here, with tremendous black roots
reaching up from the ground. The sick trees are impossibly high and
bear no foliage. A fallen tree blocks passage to the east, a parched victim
of the blight which draws ever closer.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
west
west
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > Beneath the Gnarled Trees
Suffering from the taint of dark forces which enfold it, the grand trees
stand exhausted and spiritless. Defiled boughs which once held lush
green leaves now extend leafless and contorted from shriveled trunks.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
yell fkn trees breaking my defense...
You bellow 'fkn trees breaking my defense...'

sc
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
You have 56(383) hit and 145(159) movement points.
You have scored 105875206 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2624794 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he parries successfully.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
[k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s body hard.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
You scythe *Amino*'s left arm extremely hard.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he deflects the blow.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he deflects the blow.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he parries successfully.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

sc
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

r
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
You have 56(383) hit and 145(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876196 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623804 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
stat
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical > You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
b
[k dark]
You do the best you can!
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
The ancient tree tickles Amino's body with its hit.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!

=+**+=- -=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
east
3
b
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
b
Beneath the Gnarled Trees
Suffering from the taint of dark forces which enfold it, the grand trees
stand exhausted and spiritless. Defiled boughs which once held lush
green leaves now extend leafless and contorted from shriveled trunks.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
3
b
Under the Trees
Once lush and rich, the legendary Great Trees that tower above are
victims of the encroaching blight. Massive trunks are blackened and
the remaining foliage hangs lifeless from disfigured branches.
[ 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 west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Towering Trees
The few remaining leaves on the surrounding trees are yellowed and
withered. Thick tree trunks are cracked and have become home to thousands
of blight parasites which feed on, and promote the destruction of the grove.
The trees become thicker to the north and east, and they seem to become
more sparse to the south and west.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
east
south
3
b
Under the Trees
Once lush and rich, the legendary Great Trees that tower above are
victims of the encroaching blight. Massive trunks are blackened and
the remaining foliage hangs lifeless from disfigured branches.
[ 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 west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Beneath the Gnarled Trees
Suffering from the taint of dark forces which enfold it, the grand trees
stand exhausted and spiritless. Defiled boughs which once held lush
green leaves now extend leafless and contorted from shriveled trunks.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 56(383) hit and 137(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876196 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623804 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
east
3
b
Deep Within the Grove
A foul stench seems to waft up from the spoiled ground which feeds its
evil corruption to the mangled trees. The forest continues to the east and
west. There seems to be a change in the forest to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.
Warped, menacing trees shiver, boughs slowly enclosing around you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

east
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A shivering tree joins a shivering tree's fight!
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
You scythe a shivering tree's trunk into bloody fragments!
A shivering tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
[bash ]

Cancelled.
No way! You're fighting for your life!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - a shivering tree: Scratched >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
The Blighted Woods
The ground is uneven and rocky here, with tremendous black roots
reaching up from the ground. The sick trees are impossibly high and
bear no foliage. A fallen tree blocks passage to the east, a parched victim
of the blight which draws ever closer.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.
Green moss covers the area here, with grayish tendrils crawling over the floor.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
The Blighted Woods
Deep within the woods, the trees give off a foul scent as of an infected
wound in need of treatment. The onslaught of disease not only manifests
itself in the defiled trees, but in the dry gray soil, the wilted flowers,
the parched vines and the blackened moss.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.
A web-like fungus with a black tubular body covers a nearby rock.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
Near the Thicket
Thin scrawny trees coated with diseased splotches of gray and black hang
their lifeless branches devoid of leaves to the ground. There is an
overgrown path to the north, the forest becomes thick to the west.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
ts
[track shadow]

-=+
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
sc
You have 70(383) hit and 135(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876599 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623401 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
stat
Mer chats 'Anyone convert xml cmud scripts to zscript for me?'
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
dia horse
A warhorse is in excellent condition.
A warhorse is strong.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
north
On the Overgrown Path
Here in the thicket, the low lying shrubs intertwine in a dense tangle
with broken branches from nearby trees. A massive tree has fallen to
the west barring travel in that direction. The brush continues to the
north and south.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a trolloc leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A thicket of thorns covers the area here.
A thicket of thorns covers the area here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
north
Twist in the Overgrown Path
Thick brambles and jagged rock hinder swift travel. Burrs and needles
scratch and claw. All plant life that seemed to once thrive here is now
brown and dry. There is a scent of decomposing vegetation carried
on the arid wind.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a trolloc leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
east
An Overgrown Path
This appears to be a trail, overgrown from years of disuse. The grass and brush
which had covered the path are now dead and brittle. The brush gets thicker to
the west, and tall, dark trees loom in the distance. The path continues to the
east, amidst a stunted swarm of rotting, oozing vegetation. The air takes on a
definite tinge of decay and death.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a trolloc leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > A Blighted Path
The beginnings of a small path amidst the rot of the Blight is here, coursing
its way between stunted trees and dark bushes scattered about in a song of
chaotic anarchy. Travel is marginally more comfortable here than in the
forest. The horizon to the north is dominated by the Mountains of Dhoom, a
jagged series of peaks strutting out from the bitter earth. The Blight goes
on to the north and south, a rotting mass with noxious, sickly fumes.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
The smell of death fades as you move further...

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
south
The Blight
The Blight here is a foul swarm of livid colors. Bright red leaves tinged
with white or yellow streaks stretch twistedly upwards. The air is overly
sweet and rank. Where a branch is broken, a thick black sap bubbles out
causing you to think twice about touching anything.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of an animal leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
The Mountains of Dhoom are clearly visible from here, black peaks
stretching to the sky. The mountains dominate the northern horizon, and
range as far as you can see to the east and west. You trudge on through the
pestilence of the Blight. The trees twitch noisily, and dark shapes loom
eerily in the shadows.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the
touch of every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near
them, and branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of
the forest grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a
mockery of natural purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain
and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
The Blight
There are still trees here, but they appear to be completely rotted.
Evil-looking leaves clot the trees, black and red with white spots. The
corruption of the Blight can be seen in every strand of life that exists
here. You find yourself filled with revulsion at the force which doesn't
kill but rather twists the very fabric of nature.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
ts
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
[track shadow]

-=+
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some clear almost day-old tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.
Some clear day-old tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some rather faint half week-old tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some rather faint half week-old tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
north
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the
touch of every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near
them, and branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of
the forest grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a
mockery of natural purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain
and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
east
The Blight
The Blight is thicker to the south, and probably impassible. To the north
and west, slight gaps in the thick trees allow you to cut a way through.
You are reluctant to approach those dark trees which seem almost eager to
touch. The plain slopes down steeply to the east, and there seems to be no
way to get back up. The Blight is thicker to the south, and probably
impassible. To the north and west, slight gaps in the thick trees allow you
to cut a way through. You are reluctant to approach those dark trees which
seem almost eager to touch.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

east
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > 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. The plain slopes down steeply to the east, and there seems to
be no way to get back up.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > Path in the Blight
You have stumbled upon a well traveled area in the Blight. It's not quite a
path, but the frequent travel seems to have worn a small trail in the ground.
The trees and bushes which cover the Blight are sparser here, and you can see
the worn trails leading off to the south as well as running east and west.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
east
east
The Blight
The torn trees and shrubs of the Blight spread away here, and the ground is
extremely worn with travel. That the Blight has not swallowed this path
entirely is testimony to the frequent travel that must come this way, no doubt
groups of Trollocs as no human could live in these conditions.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
There are still some trees here, but they appear to be completely rotted.
Evil-looking leaves clot the trees, black and red with white spots. The
corruption of the Blight can be seen in every strand of life that exists
here. You recognize there is a force at work which doesn't kill but rather
twists the very fabric of nature.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical >
3
b
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
An Ahf'frait trolloc joins Amino's fight!
The blighted tree barely hits your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

The blighted tree joins the blighted tree's fight!
The blighted tree joins the blighted tree's fight!
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

+**+=
*Amino* leaves west riding a shadow stallion.

-
f
-=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - an Ahf'frait trolloc: Scratched >
3
You panic and attempt to flee!

b

The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
You swiftly dodge an Ahf'frait trolloc's attempt to cleave you.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.


*Amino* slashes your right leg very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight stretches all around you. There are still some trees here, but they
appear to be rotting away while you watch. Leaves cover the trees, but stained
and spotted with yellow and black, with livid red streaks like blood poisoning.
Every leaf and creeper seems bloated, ready to burst at touch. The air tastes
like a mouthful of spoiled meat.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
sc
3
3
You have 62(383) hit and 148(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876599 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623401 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[bash ]
Bash who?

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[bash ]
Bash who?

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[bash ]
Bash who?

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3b
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3

An Ahf'frait trolloc has arrived from the south.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave you, but you deflect the blow.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - an Ahf'frait trolloc: Healthy >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - an Ahf'frait trolloc: Healthy > [bash ]

f
-
3b
Cancelled.
You panic and attempt to flee!


An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave you, but you deflect the blow.

3
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
b
[k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=+**+
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

=- -=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
A Ko'bal trolloc has arrived from the north.
A Ko'bal trolloc tries to pierce you, but you deflect the blow.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - a Ko'bal trolloc: Scratched > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - a Ko'bal trolloc: Scratched > A Ko'bal trolloc tries to pierce you, but you deflect the blow.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

stat
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - a Ko'bal trolloc: Scratched >
f
You try to scythe a Ko'bal trolloc, but he deflects the blow.
A Ko'bal trolloc tries to pierce you, but you parry successfully.
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - a Ko'bal trolloc: Scratched > You panic and attempt to flee!


*Amino* slashes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!



You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight stretches all around you. There are still some trees here, but they
appear to be rotting away while you watch. Leaves cover the trees, but stained
and spotted with yellow and black, with livid red streaks like blood poisoning.
Every leaf and creeper seems bloated, ready to burst at touch. The air tastes
like a mouthful of spoiled meat.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
south
The Blight
There are still some trees here, but they appear to be completely rotted.
Evil-looking leaves clot the trees, black and red with white spots. The
corruption of the Blight can be seen in every strand of life that exists
here. You recognize there is a force at work which doesn't kill but rather
twists the very fabric of nature.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The torn trees and shrubs of the Blight spread away here, and the ground is
extremely worn with travel. That the Blight has not swallowed this path
entirely is testimony to the frequent travel that must come this way, no doubt
groups of Trollocs as no human could live in these conditions.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Path in the Blight
You have stumbled upon a well traveled area in the Blight. It's not quite a
path, but the frequent travel seems to have worn a small trail in the ground.
The trees and bushes which cover the Blight are sparser here, and you can see
the worn trails leading off to the south as well as running east and west.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
west
west
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. The plain slopes down steeply to the east, and there seems to
be no way to get back up.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight is thicker to the south, and probably impassible. To the north
and west, slight gaps in the thick trees allow you to cut a way through.
You are reluctant to approach those dark trees which seem almost eager to
touch. The plain slopes down steeply to the east, and there seems to be no
way to get back up. The Blight is thicker to the south, and probably
impassible. To the north and west, slight gaps in the thick trees allow you
to cut a way through. You are reluctant to approach those dark trees which
seem almost eager to touch.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the
touch of every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near
them, and branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of
the forest grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a
mockery of natural purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain
and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 49(383) hit and 124(159) movement points.
You have scored 105876599 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2623401 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
stat

*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical >
3
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!


*Amino* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!



*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.


You scythe *Amino*'s right foot hard.
*Amino* slashes your head.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Mountains of Dhoom are clearly visible from here, black peaks
stretching to the sky. The mountains dominate the northern horizon, and
range as far as you can see to the east and west. You trudge on through the
pestilence of the Blight. The trees twitch noisily, and dark shapes loom
eerily in the shadows.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
3
b
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the
touch of every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near
them, and branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of
the forest grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a
mockery of natural purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain
and rebel in protest.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
*Amino* slashes your left leg hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You panic and attempt to flee!


*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.


*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.

You flee head over heels.
The Blight
There are still trees here, but they appear to be completely rotted.
Evil-looking leaves clot the trees, black and red with white spots. The
corruption of the Blight can be seen in every strand of life that exists
here. You find yourself filled with revulsion at the force which doesn't
kill but rather twists the very fabric of nature.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
east
north
north
The Blight
Disgusting warped shapes that are a corruption of nature spring about you.
Black trees with red leaves, bloated with puss, are interspersed with dark
bushes which shiver as your near them. The sweet and humid air makes you gag,
and struggle not to retch. Sweat trickles down your clothes, and creates an
overwhelming desire to scratch and rub your limbs. You feel unclean, as if the
contamination of the Blight is spreading to you, and you check yourself for a
rash or some outbreak of disease.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a trolloc leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight opens here onto a small clearing. The twitching forest lies in a
circle about the clearing, but you are momentarily free from the dark shapes in
this clearing. Several stones are piled here, in what looks like the remains of
a campfire. A pile of ash lies in the center of the stones.
[ obvious exits: S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 33(383) hit and 122(159) movement points.
You have scored 105874085 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2625915 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
stat
3
3
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
yell ah zerk attack
You bellow 'ah zerk attack'

south
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
The Blight
Disgusting warped shapes that are a corruption of nature spring about you.
Black trees with red leaves, bloated with puss, are interspersed with dark
bushes which shiver as your near them. The sweet and humid air makes you gag,
and struggle not to retch. Sweat trickles down your clothes, and creates an
overwhelming desire to scratch and rub your limbs. You feel unclean, as if the
contamination of the Blight is spreading to you, and you check yourself for a
rash or some outbreak of disease.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
The Blight
The Blight stretches all around you. There are still trees here, but they
appear to be rotting away while you watch. Leaves cover the trees, but stained
and spotted with yellow and black, with livid red streaks like blood poisoning.
Every leaf and creeper seems bloated, ready to burst at touch. The air tastes
like a mouthful of spoiled meat.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight here is a twisted sprawl of foul plants and shrubs. You appear to
be on some sort of hill, which slopes steeply to the south. From this vantage
point you can see the Mountains of Dhoom far to the north, and a tinge of
verdant green to the south.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
south
The Blight
The Blight is an open sore in the earth, spreading its vileness in the touch of
every plant and blade of grass. Dark leaves shiver as you near them, and
branches twist eagerly in your direction. The sickly colors of the forest
grate on your nerves, the pale yellows and streaky reds a mockery of natural
purity. The hot and sweet air makes your lungs strain and rebel in protest.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
down
The Blight
The Mountains of Dhoom are clearly visible from here, black peaks stretching
to the sky. The mountains dominate the northern horizon, and range as far as
you can see to the east and west. The air is sweet and fetid, and the odd
combination reminds you of some swamp or mire.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

north
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
A huge darkhound tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A huge darkhound sears your flesh with a scorching flame!
A Ko'bal trolloc joins a huge darkhound's fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins a huge darkhound's fight!
No way! You're fighting for your life!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - a huge darkhound: Healthy > No way! You're fighting for your life!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - a huge darkhound: Healthy >
south
No way! You're fighting for your life!

f
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - a huge darkhound: Healthy >
A Dhai'mon trolloc tries to crush you, but you parry successfully.
A huge darkhound sears your flesh with a scorching flame!
A Ko'bal trolloc tries to pierce you, but you deflect the blow.
You scythe a huge darkhound's right leg extremely hard.
A huge darkhound tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - a huge darkhound: Healthy > You panic and attempt to flee!

south
south
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
Disgusting warped shapes that are a corruption of nature spring about you.
Black trees with red leaves, bloated with pus, are interspersed with dark
bushes which shiver as your near them. The sweet and humid air makes you
gag, and struggle not to retch. Sweat trickles down your clothes, and
creates an overwhelming desire to scratch and rub your limbs. You feel
unclean, as if the contamination of the Blight is spreading to you, and you
check yourself for a rash or some outbreak of disease. The Blight continues
to the north and south, a valley of blackened trees lies below.
[ obvious exits: N S D ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving down.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
The Blight
This deeply in the Blight, you can see how it earned its name. Stunted trees and
flowers grow in obscene colors around you. The air is thick and rancid. There
are sounds all around you, and you watch your step carefully.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
A small path in the forest leads north and south here. Creepers lie across
the path and twitch when you move over them. You carefully avoid touching
anything. A large hill prevents you from heading eastward.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
south
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow trees with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the
Mountains of Dhoom. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder
to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Blight
Although the edge of the blight is not far to the south, the sickly yellow
has almost completely obscured the healthy land here. The air is foul and
ripe, yet sweet. All around you are sickly and broken trees with black and
red leaves. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > In a Dying Orchard
This orchard reeks of the blighted land to the east, and is laden with
thorny brambles and dying trees. The grass is unusually high and sharp,
with some nettles spread out in it. To the west there seems to be a couple
of apple trees that yet cling to life.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
west
A Potato Field
Being left to grown on their own, most of the potato plants here have died.
Only a few survive, and they are now large green bushes hiding potatoes
under their arms. There is also a hole in the ground which looks like the
beginning of a tunnel leading down into the nest of some animal. The way
west seems to lead to more rows of dirt, but to the north a darker part of
the orchard is situated.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving west.
A potato is here. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

north
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
Walking Through the Orchard
Berries of all sorts are planted in long rows here. By most of the rows a
small sign is standing. Some of them have fallen and a few are missing but
the main part is still here. A lot of weeds have spread all over the
orchard. The green continues to the north and east. To the south you see a
yard of some sort.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
Several blackberries grow on a nearby vine. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > By the Apple Trees
In this part of the orchard some trees grow. Five large apple trees with
green, lush apples stand tall right next to the small stone wall that
separates the monastery from the forest. On the ground there are a few
rotten apples. The orchard goes on to the east and south, and to the west
the stone wall has fallen over, opening a small exit out into the forest.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
A juicy looking apple has fallen to the ground. [5]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > A Small Path
Behind some lumber there appears to be an old path. To the east is a small
stone wall. It has almost completely fallen apart, making it possible to
pass. The trees grow a respectful distance from the wall as if they were
afraid of something on the other side. To the west stands a large pile of
lumber almost hiding an exit, and to the east the broken stone wall opens a
way.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
south
A Pile of Lumber
Among the dead trees a pile of lumber stands. Although the wood in the
lumber pile is quite dead, it looks more alive than the trees, in a way.
The trees seem a bit undead, which is further from life than death is. The
brown lumber looks dry and has probably been piled here for quite some
time. The forest continues west, a withered path is east, and to the south
an old well stands.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south.
There are some tracks of a horse leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > By the Deserted Well
It seems that someone lived in these parts long ago. An old stone well
stands here in the middle of nowhere, almost completely overgrown by the
grass and small trees around it. Strangely, the trees and grass all seem to
be dead. North, a large field full of stumps opens up, and to the south is
an old path in terrible condition.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a horse leaving south.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
A large stone well is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A lynx creeps low to the ground, hunting for food.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 33(383) hit and 122(159) movement points.
You have scored 105874547 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2625453 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
drink well
stat
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
You drink the water.
You don't feel thirsty any more.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 46(383) hit and 139(159) movement points.
You have scored 105874547 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2625453 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

stat
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3

3
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he parries successfully.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
You scythe *Amino*'s body.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
*Amino* has arrived from the south, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
b
[k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

-
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he parries successfully.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!

=+*
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!


A lynx leaves north.

*+=
*Amino* leaves south riding a shadow stallion.

- -=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
3

Path to the Old Monastery
This part of the path is in even worse condition than the road continuing
to the east and west. A small stream crossing the path cuts it in two. The
faint animal tracks in the soft soil suggests that this could be a popular
place to drink for forest animals. To the north is an old well.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A spotted horse wanders skittishly around here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
b

*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

-=+**+=-
*Amino* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!

north

*Amino* slashes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


You flee head over heels.
Path Before the Gate
The path ends here, in front of a ten-foot-high gate. The wood in the gate
looks really old and worn and it is placed in a stone archway. There is
something written on the archway but the weathered letters prove hard to
make out. The path leads of to the west and the gate is to the east.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
north
Path to the Old Monastery
This part of the path is in even worse condition than the road continuing
to the east and west. A small stream crossing the path cuts it in two. The
faint animal tracks in the soft soil suggests that this could be a popular
place to drink for forest animals. To the north is an old well.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A spotted horse wanders skittishly around here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > By the Deserted Well
It seems that someone lived in these parts long ago. An old stone well
stands here in the middle of nowhere, almost completely overgrown by the
grass and small trees around it. Strangely, the trees and grass all seem to
be dead. North, a large field full of stumps opens up, and to the south is
an old path in terrible condition.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A large stone well is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
3
You have 26(383) hit and 139(159) movement points.
You have scored 105873380 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2626620 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
3
[bash ]

b
Cancelled.
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]


The ancient tree tickles Amino's right hand with its hit.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!
The ancient tree tickles Amino's left leg with its hit.
The ancient tree barely tickles Amino's body with its hit.

-
f
=Cancelled.
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
Path to the Old Monastery
This part of the path is in even worse condition than the road continuing
to the east and west. A small stream crossing the path cuts it in two. The
faint animal tracks in the soft soil suggests that this could be a popular
place to drink for forest animals. To the north is an old well.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A raven is visible flying high in the sky.
A spotted horse wanders skittishly around here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
3
b
By the Deserted Well
It seems that someone lived in these parts long ago. An old stone well
stands here in the middle of nowhere, almost completely overgrown by the
grass and small trees around it. Strangely, the trees and grass all seem to
be dead. North, a large field full of stumps opens up, and to the south is
an old path in terrible condition.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A large stone well is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is here, fighting the ancient tree, riding a shadow stallion.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s body.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - the ancient tree: Hurt - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

-=
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

+**+
The ancient tree tickles Amino's left leg with its hit.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he parries successfully.

=
*Amino* leaves south riding a shadow stallion.

- -=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
You have 40(383) hit and 137(159) movement points.
You have scored 105872213 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2627787 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

r
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3

*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Beaten >
You scythe *Amino*'s left foot hard.
The ancient tree tries to hit Amino, but he parries successfully.
The ancient tree joins the ancient tree's fight!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - Amino: Critical >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
A Pile of Lumber
Among the dead trees a pile of lumber stands. Although the wood in the
lumber pile is quite dead, it looks more alive than the trees, in a way.
The trees seem a bit undead, which is further from life than death is. The
brown lumber looks dry and has probably been piled here for quite some
time. The forest continues west, a withered path is east, and to the south
an old well stands.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
A lynx creeps low to the ground, hunting for food.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
3
By the Deserted Well
It seems that someone lived in these parts long ago. An old stone well
stands here in the middle of nowhere, almost completely overgrown by the
grass and small trees around it. Strangely, the trees and grass all seem to
be dead. North, a large field full of stumps opens up, and to the south is
an old path in terrible condition.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A large stone well is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is here, fighting the ancient tree, riding a shadow stallion.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.
The ancient tree is here, fighting Amino.

b
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s right arm hard.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong - the ancient tree: Wounded - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

=+**+=
*Amino* slashes the ancient tree's roots into bloody fragments!
The ancient tree tickles Amino's body with its hit.
The ancient tree tickles Amino's body with its hit.
*Amino* leaves north riding a shadow stallion.

- -=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 40(383) hit and 137(159) movement points.
You have scored 105871616 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2628384 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

sc
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
r
You have 40(383) hit and 137(159) movement points.
You have scored 105871616 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2628384 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
3
A Pile of Lumber
Among the dead trees a pile of lumber stands. Although the wood in the
lumber pile is quite dead, it looks more alive than the trees, in a way.
The trees seem a bit undead, which is further from life than death is. The
brown lumber looks dry and has probably been piled here for quite some
time. The forest continues west, a withered path is east, and to the south
an old well stands.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
A lynx creeps low to the ground, hunting for food.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

b
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Rutheos tells you 'pk?'
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
By the Deserted Well
It seems that someone lived in these parts long ago. An old stone well
stands here in the middle of nowhere, almost completely overgrown by the
grass and small trees around it. Strangely, the trees and grass all seem to
be dead. North, a large field full of stumps opens up, and to the south is
an old path in terrible condition.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A large stone well is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.
An ancient, gnarled tree looms over you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Dixon - By the Deserted Well

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
stat
3
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
east
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > Path to the Old Monastery
This part of the path is in even worse condition than the road continuing
to the east and west. A small stream crossing the path cuts it in two. The
faint animal tracks in the soft soil suggests that this could be a popular
place to drink for forest animals. To the north is an old well.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A raven is visible flying high in the sky.
A spotted horse wanders skittishly around here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > Path Before the Gate
The path ends here, in front of a ten-foot-high gate. The wood in the gate
looks really old and worn and it is placed in a stone archway. There is
something written on the archway but the weathered letters prove hard to
make out. The path leads of to the west and the gate is to the east.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
east
The Yard Before the Monastery
Inside the gate there is a small yard where the ground is paved with big,
flat stones. To the east a monastery is situated. Although it has been
deserted for many years, the monastery spreads the feeling of not being
alone here. To the north there are some remains of the the monks' orchard,
to the south there looks to be some sort of burial site and there is a gate
to the west.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
north
Walking Through the Orchard
Berries of all sorts are planted in long rows here. By most of the rows a
small sign is standing. Some of them have fallen and a few are missing but
the main part is still here. A lot of weeds have spread all over the
orchard. The green continues to the north and east. To the south you see a
yard of some sort.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
Several blackberries grow on a nearby vine. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

north
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > By the Apple Trees
In this part of the orchard some trees grow. Five large apple trees with
green, lush apples stand tall right next to the small stone wall that
separates the monastery from the forest. On the ground there are a few
rotten apples. The orchard goes on to the east and south, and to the west
the stone wall has fallen over, opening a small exit out into the forest.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A juicy looking apple has fallen to the ground. [5]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
east
In a Dying Orchard
This orchard reeks of the blighted land to the east, and is laden with
thorny brambles and dying trees. The grass is unusually high and sharp,
with some nettles spread out in it. To the west there seems to be a couple
of apple trees that yet cling to life.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
south
A Potato Field
Being left to grown on their own, most of the potato plants here have died.
Only a few survive, and they are now large green bushes hiding potatoes
under their arms. There is also a hole in the ground which looks like the
beginning of a tunnel leading down into the nest of some animal. The way
west seems to lead to more rows of dirt, but to the north a darker part of
the orchard is situated.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A potato is here. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
take all
You get a potato.
You get a potato.
You get a potato.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
eat potato
You eat the potato.

eat potato
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
eat potato
You eat the potato.
You are full.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > You are too full to eat more!

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
sc
You have 53(383) hit and 152(159) movement points.
You have scored 105871616 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2628384 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
drop potato

You drop a potato.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
stat
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 148, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 175
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Defensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NO QUIT

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
sc

You have 53(383) hit and 152(159) movement points.
You have scored 105871616 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2628384 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
not
l
You start paying increased attention to your surroundings.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > A Potato Field
Being left to grown on their own, most of the potato plants here have died.
Only a few survive, and they are now large green bushes hiding potatoes
under their arms. There is also a hole in the ground which looks like the
beginning of a tunnel leading down into the nest of some animal. The way
west seems to lead to more rows of dirt, but to the north a darker part of
the orchard is situated.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A potato is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
k rat
3
A rat stops following you.
You scythe a rat's body into bloody fragments!
A rat is dead! R.I.P.
Quite a death count. Have it put on your tombstone.
Your blood freezes as you hear a rat's death cry.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

west
* R HP:Critical MV:Full > Walking Through the Orchard
Berries of all sorts are planted in long rows here. By most of the rows a
small sign is standing. Some of them have fallen and a few are missing but
the main part is still here. A lot of weeds have spread all over the
orchard. The green continues to the north and east. To the south you see a
yard of some sort.
[ 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.
Several blackberries grow on a nearby vine. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
*Amino* has arrived from the north, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!


You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.
You flee head over heels.
A Potato Field
Being left to grown on their own, most of the potato plants here have died.
Only a few survive, and they are now large green bushes hiding potatoes
under their arms. There is also a hole in the ground which looks like the
beginning of a tunnel leading down into the nest of some animal. The way
west seems to lead to more rows of dirt, but to the north a darker part of
the orchard is situated.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
The corpse of a rat is lying here.
A potato is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
west
[bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
b
Walking Through the Orchard
Berries of all sorts are planted in long rows here. By most of the rows a
small sign is standing. Some of them have fallen and a few are missing but
the main part is still here. A lot of weeds have spread all over the
orchard. The green continues to the north and east. To the south you see a
yard of some sort.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
Several blackberries grow on a nearby vine. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Full - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=+**
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

+=-
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
*Amino* leaves north riding a shadow stallion.

-
north
=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
b
By the Apple Trees
In this part of the orchard some trees grow. Five large apple trees with
green, lush apples stand tall right next to the small stone wall that
separates the monastery from the forest. On the ground there are a few
rotten apples. The orchard goes on to the east and south, and to the west
the stone wall has fallen over, opening a small exit out into the forest.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A juicy looking apple has fallen to the ground. [5]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A squirrel is here, chittering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s body hard.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

-=+
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

**+=-
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

-=
Your bash at *Amino* sends him sprawling!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
You scythe *Amino*'s body very hard.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
cpo
[change posture offensive]
Posture changed to: Offensive

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
3
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!
*Amino* leaves east riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

east
* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
b
In a Dying Orchard
This orchard reeks of the blighted land to the east, and is laden with
thorny brambles and dying trees. The grass is unusually high and sharp,
with some nettles spread out in it. To the west there seems to be a couple
of apple trees that yet cling to life.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical > [bash ]


The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.

-=+**+=
The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.

- -=
As *Amino* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
You dodge a bash from *Amino* who loses his balance and falls!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical >
b

The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=+
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

**+
The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.

=-
*Amino* leaves west riding a shadow stallion.

-
f
=
They're not here anymore!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full - the writhing grass: Scratched >
3
b
You panic and attempt to flee!

You flee head over heels.
The Blight
Although the edge of the blight is not far to the south, the sickly yellow
has almost completely obscured the healthy land here. The air is foul and
ripe, yet sweet. All around you are sickly and broken trees with black and
red leaves. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west

*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical >
3
No way! You're fighting for your life!

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=
f
+Cancelled.
You panic and attempt to flee!


*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!


You flee head over heels.
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow trees with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the
Mountains of Dhoom. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder
to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?
*Amino* has arrived from the south, riding a shadow stallion.
*Amino* leaves east riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >


* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
3
b
The Blight
The verdant green of the southern regions is all but invisible here, swallowed
by the foulness of the Blight. Dark shapes stir in the trees, and you feel
extremely uneasy. A large rocky hill prevents movement to the north.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3

3
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

b
* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
west
3
b
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow trees with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the
Mountains of Dhoom. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder
to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
south
[bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
The Blight
Although the edge of the blight is not far to the south, the sickly yellow
has almost completely obscured the healthy land here. The air is foul and
ripe, yet sweet. All around you are sickly and broken trees with black and
red leaves. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full >
b
east
Tibegex chats '19 13 13 19 18 Im not a dumb dumb anymore'
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Full > The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. 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. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. Trees and flowers grow here, but they
are bloated and sickly. Flowers hang on trees and weeds in a parody of
spring, pale and pulpy, waxen things that appear to decay while you watch
them. The air is ripe with the sweet stench of decay, and it is difficult
to avoid gagging when you breathe. It would not take much more than a
smouldering cinder to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding
area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

east
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. The forest here looks decidedly ill.
You are loathe to touch anything, lest the rotting decay spread to you as
well. It is extremely hot, and the air is damp and sweet like a swamp or
mire. There is movement around you, it seems as if the very trees are
creeping towards you. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder
to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

north
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. The
sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is sweet and damp,
and you struggle to avoid gagging. The sudden snap of a broken branch can
often be heard, and you struggle vainly to see the origins of these
unnerving sounds. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to
set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
north
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A small stick is lying on the ground here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. The
sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is sweet and damp,
and you struggle to avoid gagging. The sudden snap of a broken branch can
often be heard, and you struggle vainly to see the origins of these
unnerving sounds. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to
set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

north
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A small stick is lying on the ground here.
*Amino* has arrived from the east, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight around you is filled with rotten trees and disgusting foliage,
shaded black and red in an unnatural manner. The heat and humidity are
strong and the smell in the air is foul. Underfoot lies a faint path
leading to the east, but it tapers off to the west and disappears.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west
3
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A small stick is lying on the ground here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
b
[k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > *Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.
[bash ]

-=
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

+*
*Amino* leaves west riding a shadow stallion.

*+
west
=
3
b
-Cancelled.
The Blight
The verdant green of the southern regions is all but invisible here, swallowed
by the foulness of the Blight. Dark shapes stir in the trees, and you feel
extremely uneasy. A large rocky hill prevents movement to the north.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=+
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

**+=
*Amino* leaves east riding a shadow stallion.

-
east
3
-
b
Cancelled.
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Amino: Critical > [bash ]

-=
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

+**+=- -
west
=
They're not here anymore!

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
The verdant green of the southern regions is all but invisible here, swallowed
by the foulness of the Blight. Dark shapes stir in the trees, and you feel
extremely uneasy. A large rocky hill prevents movement to the north.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow trees with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the
Mountains of Dhoom. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder
to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

south
* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
Although the edge of the blight is not far to the south, the sickly yellow
has almost completely obscured the healthy land here. The air is foul and
ripe, yet sweet. All around you are sickly and broken trees with black and
red leaves. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. 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. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. The
sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is sweet and damp,
and you struggle to avoid gagging. The sudden snap of a broken branch can
often be heard, and you struggle vainly to see the origins of these
unnerving sounds. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to
set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west
south
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. 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. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. Trees and flowers grow here, but they
are bloated and sickly. Flowers hang on trees and weeds in a parody of
spring, pale and pulpy, waxen things that appear to decay while you watch
them. The air is ripe with the sweet stench of decay, and it is difficult
to avoid gagging when you breathe. It would not take much more than a
smouldering cinder to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding
area.
[ 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.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. The forest here looks decidedly ill.
You are loathe to touch anything, lest the rotting decay spread to you as
well. It is extremely hot, and the air is damp and sweet like a swamp or
mire. There is movement around you, it seems as if the very trees are
creeping towards you. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder
to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
north
north
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. The
sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is sweet and damp,
and you struggle to avoid gagging. The sudden snap of a broken branch can
often be heard, and you struggle vainly to see the origins of these
unnerving sounds. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to
set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
north
south
The Blight
The ground is slightly depressed here, and the rotting forest seems to
suddenly spring up around you. Several exceptionally large trees grow here,
barks broken with thick black sap oozing out. The forest seems rife with
movement. The gaps through the trees provide good views of the blight.
[ obvious exits: S ]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A small stick is lying on the ground here.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight around you is filled with rotten trees and disgusting foliage,
shaded black and red in an unnatural manner. The heat and humidity are
strong and the smell in the air is foul. Underfoot lies a faint path
leading to the east, but it tapers off to the west and disappears.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west
north
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.

3
* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >
b
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
The Blight
The ground is slightly depressed here, and the rotting forest seems to
suddenly spring up around you. Several exceptionally large trees grow here,
barks broken with thick black sap oozing out. The forest seems rife with
movement. The gaps through the trees provide good views of the blight.
[ obvious exits: S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A small stick is lying on the ground here.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
south
[bash ]

3
Cancelled.
No way! You're fighting for your life!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >
sc
3
You have 93(383) hit and 117(159) movement points.
You have scored 105868499 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2631501 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >
3
b
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring >
north
3
b
The Blight
The ground is slightly depressed here, and the rotting forest seems to
suddenly spring up around you. Several exceptionally large trees grow here,
barks broken with thick black sap oozing out. The forest seems rife with
movement. The gaps through the trees provide good views of the blight.
[ obvious exits: S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A small stick is lying on the ground here.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring > [k dark]
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

-=+**+=- -=
As *Amino* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
*Amino* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
The blighted tree joins the blighted tree's fight!

* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
b

The blighted tree barely tickles your left arm with its hit.
The blighted tree tickles your left arm with its hit.
*Amino* slashes your right leg very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


* R HP:Beaten MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]


*Amino* slashes your right arm hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You are interrupted and stop what you are doing.
You panic and attempt to flee!


You flee head over heels.
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
sc
3
You have 50(383) hit and 111(159) movement points.
You have scored 105867062 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2632938 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
b

*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten > [bash ]

-=+**+=- -=
Your bash at *Amino* sends him sprawling!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Beaten >
You scythe *Amino*'s body very hard.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
stat
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 158, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 160
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Offensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
You scythe *Amino*'s body very hard.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
3
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
You scythe *Amino*'s body hard.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
f
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
*Amino* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You panic and attempt to flee!

3
west
south

A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.


*Amino* slashes your right arm very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!


You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. The
sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is sweet and damp,
and you struggle to avoid gagging. The sudden snap of a broken branch can
often be heard, and you struggle vainly to see the origins of these
unnerving sounds. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to
set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. 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. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. Trees and flowers grow here, but they
are bloated and sickly. Flowers hang on trees and weeds in a parody of
spring, pale and pulpy, waxen things that appear to decay while you watch
them. The air is ripe with the sweet stench of decay, and it is difficult
to avoid gagging when you breathe. It would not take much more than a
smouldering cinder to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding
area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. There are still trees here, but they
appear to be rotting away while you watch. Leaves cover the trees, but
stained and spotted with yellow and black, with livid red streaks like
blood poisoning. Every leaf and creeper seems bloated, ready to burst at
touch. The air tastes like a mouthful of spoiled meat. It would not take
much more than a smouldering cinder to set off a massive forest fire in the
surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
west
The Blight
Although the edge of the blight is not far to the south, the sickly yellow
has almost completely obscured the healthy land here. The air is foul and
ripe, yet sweet. All around you are sickly and broken trees with black and
red leaves. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
In a Dying Orchard
This orchard reeks of the blighted land to the east, and is laden with
thorny brambles and dying trees. The grass is unusually high and sharp,
with some nettles spread out in it. To the west there seems to be a couple
of apple trees that yet cling to life.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong > A Potato Field
Being left to grown on their own, most of the potato plants here have died.
Only a few survive, and they are now large green bushes hiding potatoes
under their arms. There is also a hole in the ground which looks like the
beginning of a tunnel leading down into the nest of some animal. The way
west seems to lead to more rows of dirt, but to the north a darker part of
the orchard is situated.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
The corpse of a rat is lying here.
A potato is here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
Walking Through the Orchard
Berries of all sorts are planted in long rows here. By most of the rows a
small sign is standing. Some of them have fallen and a few are missing but
the main part is still here. A lot of weeds have spread all over the
orchard. The green continues to the north and east. To the south you see a
yard of some sort.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
Several blackberries grow on a nearby vine. [3]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.
A young leatherleaf begins to thicken with age.

* R HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
By the Apple Trees
In this part of the orchard some trees grow. Five large apple trees with
green, lush apples stand tall right next to the small stone wall that
separates the monastery from the forest. On the ground there are a few
rotten apples. The orchard goes on to the east and south, and to the west
the stone wall has fallen over, opening a small exit out into the forest.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A juicy looking apple has fallen to the ground. [5]
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
sc
You have 39(383) hit and 119(159) movement points.
You have scored 105867335 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2632665 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
r
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
east
3
In a Dying Orchard
This orchard reeks of the blighted land to the east, and is laden with
thorny brambles and dying trees. The grass is unusually high and sharp,
with some nettles spread out in it. To the west there seems to be a couple
of apple trees that yet cling to life.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A squirrel is here, chittering.
A cringing trolloc whelp cowers before you.
Sickly, wilted grass blankets the ground, intermixed with dry sand.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the writhing grass: Healthy >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the writhing grass: Healthy > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the writhing grass: Healthy > [k dark]
They aren't here.

f
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the writhing grass: Healthy > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the writhing grass: Healthy > You panic and attempt to flee!

3
You scythe the writhing grass's crown into bloody fragments!
A cringing trolloc whelp leaves west.
The writhing grass tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
Although the edge of the blight is not far to the south, the sickly yellow
has almost completely obscured the healthy land here. The air is foul and
ripe, yet sweet. All around you are sickly and broken trees with black and
red leaves. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
[k dark]
You barely scythe *Amino*'s head.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
*Amino* leaves south riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
south
3
b
The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. There are still trees here, but they
appear to be rotting away while you watch. Leaves cover the trees, but
stained and spotted with yellow and black, with livid red streaks like
blood poisoning. Every leaf and creeper seems bloated, ready to burst at
touch. The air tastes like a mouthful of spoiled meat. It would not take
much more than a smouldering cinder to set off a massive forest fire in the
surrounding area.
[ obvious exits: N E ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [bash ]
Bash who?

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

q
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
stat
You are a 320 year old male human hunter.
Your height is 5 feet, 8 inches, and you weigh 169.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 54.9 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:18 Con:19.
Offensive bonus: 180, Dodging bonus: 82, Parrying bonus: 130
Your mood is: Brave. You will flee below: 60 Hit Points
Your posture is: Offensive.
Your armor absorbs about 70% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT

sc
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
3
You have 39(383) hit and 114(159) movement points.
You have scored 105868451 experience points and 1054 quest points.
You need 2631549 exp to level and 1946 qp to rank.
You have amassed 218 Turn points to date.
You have played 53 days and 19 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Dixon the Lieutenant [Shienaran Lancer 7] (Level 50).
You are standing.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

east
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
The Blight
You stand on the edge of the Blight. Trees and flowers grow here, but they
are bloated and sickly. Flowers hang on trees and weeds in a parody of
spring, pale and pulpy, waxen things that appear to decay while you watch
them. The air is ripe with the sweet stench of decay, and it is difficult
to avoid gagging when you breathe. It would not take much more than a
smouldering cinder to set off a massive forest fire in the surrounding
area.
[ 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 east.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > You swiftly dodge the blighted tree's attempt to hit you.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

north
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Healthy > No way! You're fighting for your life!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Healthy >
f

You scythe the blighted tree's body into bloody fragments!
The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Hurt > PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Hurt >
r
f
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Hurt > You panic and attempt to flee!

q
3

The blighted tree tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.

You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The green of the forest to the south is almost invisible from here. 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. It would not take much more than a smouldering cinder to set
off a massive forest fire in the surrounding area.
[ 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 south.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
north
The Blight
The verdant green of the southern regions is all but invisible here, swallowed
by the foulness of the Blight. Dark shapes stir in the trees, and you feel
extremely uneasy. A large rocky hill prevents movement to the north.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
north
Alas, you cannot go that way...

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
ts
[track shadow]

-=+
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some obvious recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
Mer chats 'Congrats mildly smarty pants!'

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
east
The Blight
This deep in the Blight it is impossible to see anything except the stunted
growths rising about you. Sickly pale yellow tree with black and red leaves
creak noisily about you. Far off to the distant north you can see the Mountains
of Dhoom.
[ 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 west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
ts
[track shadow]

-=+
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.
Some obvious fresh tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving north.
Some obvious recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving east.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
Some obvious fairly recent tracks of a shadow stallion (ridden) leaving west.
*Amino* slashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You panic and attempt to flee!


*Amino* tries to slash you, but you deflect the blow.

3
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight around you is filled with rotten trees and disgusting foliage,
shaded black and red in an unnatural manner. The heat and humidity are
strong and the smell in the air is foul. Underfoot lies a faint path
leading to the east, but it tapers off to the west and disappears.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
3
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
You scythe *Amino*'s right leg very hard.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
You scythe *Amino*'s right leg very hard.
*Amino* panics, and attempts to flee!

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
3
3
[k dark]
You do the best you can!

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!
*Amino* leaves south riding a shadow stallion.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

3
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > [k dark]
They aren't here.

south
* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
3
[k dark]
They aren't here.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring > Blighted Foothills
Here you stand on the border of the great Blight. Disgusting trees and
plants, mostly dead yet quivering as if still alive, litter the area. To
the north the blight expands off into the horizon. Impassable boulders lie
directly to the east, blocking your view beyond.
[ obvious exits: N ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving north.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
*Amino* is standing here, riding a shadow stallion.
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 silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar.
*Amino* tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > [k dark]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
You try to scythe *Amino*, but he deflects the blow.
A goat-faced trolloc joins Amino's fight!
A goat-faced trolloc joins a goat-faced trolloc's fight!
A goat-faced trolloc joins a goat-faced trolloc's fight!
A myrddraal joins a goat-faced trolloc's fight!
*Amino* slashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
f
PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
r
f
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical > PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* R HP:Critical MV:Tiring - Amino: Critical >
f
A myrddraal slashes your left arm.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

You panic and attempt to flee!
A goat-faced trolloc crushes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

A goat-faced trolloc tries to crush you, but you deflect the blow.
A goat-faced trolloc tries to crush you, but you deflect the blow.
*someone* slashes your body very hard.
You are dead! Sorry...
You feel the Weave of the Wheel loosen from you.

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