o S HP:Healthy MV:Weary > Road to Tarwin's Gap
The road works through the hills, leading north into Tarwin's Gap and south
into the Borderlands. The Gap can be seen as a massive cleft in the black
snow-covered peaks clawing into the sky. The cold mountain wind whips through
the Gap, carrying the stench of the Blight with it.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary >
h
z
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched > [hide ]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched > [backstab h.light]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
nar davor
You narrate 'davor'
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
l davor
r
Davor has a few scratches.
*Davor* is using:
<used as light> a mirrored lantern
<worn on head> a strange, insectoid helm
<worn around neck> a pair of golden braids woven into the cloak
<worn around neck> a pair of golden braids woven into the cloak
<worn about body> a cloak of shifting colors
<slung on back> a backpack
<worn on hands> a sturdy pair of full leather gauntlets
<worn around wrist> a jeweled wristcuff
<worn around wrist> a sungwood bracelet
<worn as shield> a polished onyx-inlaid shield (used)
<wielded> a steel warhammer
<worn on legs> a pair of thick, gold-plated greaves
<worn on feet> a pair of lissome leather boots with metal capped toes
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 189 hit points.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* pounds your body extremely hard.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* looks at you.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* snickers softly.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* opens a way east.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
A black messenger pigeon flutters its wings.
A black messenger pigeon leaves south.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
f
north
You panic and attempt to flee!
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
You flee head over heels.
Road to Tarwin's Gap
The hard-packed dirt of the road attest to the hard use it has seen. Hills
rise up over the path to either side, casting shadows onto the scrub. Black
granite peaks claw the north sky, while the forest lies to the south. The
air bears a hint of the Blight's stench, carried by the cold mountain winds.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
North: South: A Kno'mon trolloc tracks you with his reddened eyes, snorting with battle lust.
A black messenger pigeon is here.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Road to Tarwin's Gap
The road works through the hills, leading north into Tarwin's Gap and south
into the Borderlands. The Gap can be seen as a massive cleft in the black
snow-covered peaks clawing into the sky. The cold mountain wind whips through
the Gap, carrying the stench of the Blight with it.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A black messenger pigeon is here.
*Davor* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded >
north
north
Before the Gap
The road opens up into Tarwin's Gap just to the north, which cuts through
the Mountains of Dhoom. The mountains seem almost to have been cleft in half
by a gigantic axe, while to either side, the massive walls of granite surge
into the sky, almost blotting it out, while to the south, the road continues
through the hills. The cold mountain wind slices through the pass, having in
effect been funneled by the mountains.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A raven is here, watching.
north
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Entering the Gap
Here, among the foothills of the Mountains of Dhoom, lies the entrance to
Tarwin's Gap. Small rocks litter the ground, lying among the sparse tufts
of tough, wiry grass and the rare wildflower. Just to the north is the gap
itself, flanked by the black rock of the mountains, while a pair of paths
lead east and west, leading up and into the mountains themselves.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A sooty residue is apparent here.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A black wolf growls loudly, poised to leap.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Inside the Gap
Just to the south, Tarwin's Gap opens out into a large rocky opening among
the foothills of the Mountains of Dhoom. Tall walls loom over the rocky soil
to either side of the pass, casting shadows onto the rocky soil. Sparse tufts
of wiry grass are scattered among the rocks here, and an occasional pebble
comes tumbling down.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
North: A black wolf growls loudly, poised to leap.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A raven is here flying around.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded >
north
north
north
north
Tarwin's Gap
To either side the tall walls of Tarwin's Gap loom overhead, with the pitch
black peaks of the Mountains of Dhoom beyond. Small tufts of grass poke out
of the rocky soil, among the debris that litters the ground. The way seems
cluttered with boulders to the north, but the gap continues to the south.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
North: A Shienaran scout blends into the surroundings here.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A black wolf growls loudly, poised to leap.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A raven is visible flying high in the sky.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded >
north
Tarwin's Gap
Boulders of all sizes litter the ground here, but do not impede passage. A
half-buried white rock stands out among the brown and black boulders. Walls
of black granite loom over the pass, funneling a chill wind through. The
rank stench of the Blight is strong here, so close to that twisted forest.
Glancing around, one can tell that the gap continues to the north and south.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
South: A black wolf growls loudly, poised to leap.
A Shienaran scout blends into the surroundings here.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
north
* S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Tarwin's Gap
Here in Tarwin's Gap the Mountains of Dhoom loom menacingly over the pass.
Small pebbles occasionally shower onto the ground from the mountains above,
landing among the sparse, wiry grass that grows here. To the north, the gap
continues onwards, leading deeper into the Blight, while to the south the a
large pile of boulders lie scattered on the ground. A chilly wind, funneled
by the tall mountains to either side, blows through the gap.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
South: A Shienaran scout blends into the surroundings here.
north
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > In the Gap
From here, the sides of the gap loom menacingly over you, and a chill wind
channels through the mountains from the north. A smell hangs in the air,
torro and over-ripe. You can watch all the way north from here, seeing over
a vast area.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
north
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Entering the Gap
Here, just before the gap, the sheer granite that makes the sides of the gap
tower over this spot. The Blight lies to the north, awaiting more victims,
the sickly sweet stench of its corruption wafting in. The gap itself leads
south through the mountains. By looking carefully, a pair of paths that lead
around the gap can be seen to the east and west.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
north
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Outside Tarwin's Gap
To the south, a break in the seemingly endless mountains is Tarwin's Gap.
Vast black peaks topped with snow seem impenetrable from here. The chilly
wind blows south through the gap, carrying the stench of the Blight with it.
To the north, the path continues through the hills, leading to the Blight
beyond.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Path to Tarwin's Gap
Tarwin's Gap can be seen to the south, a break in the impenetrable Mountains
of Dhoom. To either side, rolling foothills mark the transition from mountain
to level ground, while to the north, the Blight stretches on, seemingly
endless. A cold breeze can be felt, as the winds that sweep through the Gap
gather here.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
North: *Castien* is standing here.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > Path to Tarwin's Gap
To the south lies Tarwin's Gap, pathway to the Borderlands, while to the
north the Blight awaits. The ground here is well trod, clear of vegetation
from the tramping of booted and hooved feet. Further south, the path leads
into the hills that stand before the Mountains of Dhoom.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
*Castien* is standing here.
A flock of ravens is circling in the air, searching for prey.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded > 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 ]
South: *Castien* is standing here.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Winded >
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 ]
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
west
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 ]
West: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
west
north
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 ]
North: 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.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary > 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 ]
North: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
South: 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.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
take tea pack
You get a cup of thready brown tea from a backpack.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
quaf tea
You quaff a cup of thready brown tea which dissolves.
Ok.
A surge of adrenaline works into your muscles, enhancing your strength.
h
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary > [backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
z
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary > [backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Hurt MV:Weary >
z
*Davor* has arrived from the east, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary > [backstab h.light]
You silently approach your victim...
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
-=+*
*Davor* leaves south riding a warhorse.
*+=-
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
-=+*
You can't backstab a fighting person, too alert!
* S HP:Hurt MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he deflects the blow.
The blighted tree joins the blighted tree's fight!
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he dodges the attack.
The blighted tree tickles Davor's left leg with its hit.
You pierce *Davor*'s left foot.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched >
take vial pack
r
f
You get a thin vial of yellow fluid from a backpack.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 189 hit points.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Weary - Davor: Scratched > You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Weary >
rv
south
[quaf vial]
You quaff a thin vial of yellow fluid which dissolves.
You feel a sudden burst of stamina!
h
o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
z
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 ]
North: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
South: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
*Davor* is here, fighting the blighted tree, riding a warhorse.
The blighted tree is here, fighting Davor.
The blighted tree is here, fighting Davor.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > *Davor* tries to pound the blighted tree, but it parries successfully.
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he dodges the attack.
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he parries successfully.
[hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
3
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [backstab h.light]
Backstab them?!? They are in the throes of battle!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [k light]
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - the blighted tree: Scratched - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* panics, and attempts to flee!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - the blighted tree: Scratched - Davor: Scratched >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* leaves south riding a warhorse.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
alias x backstab h.castien
r
Ok.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 189 hit points.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - Davor: Scratched >
f
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 ]
North: 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.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
o S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
north
h
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 ]
North: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
South: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
*Davor* is here, fighting the blighted tree, riding a warhorse.
The blighted tree is here, fighting Davor.
The blighted tree is here, fighting Davor.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
x
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded > [backstab h.castien]
Backstab who?
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's head into bloody fragments!
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
3
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded >
[k light]
You barely pierce *Davor*'s right leg.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Winded - the blighted tree: Wounded - Davor: Scratched >
You pierce *Davor*'s left arm.
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he parries successfully.
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he deflects the blow.
You tickle *Davor*'s right leg with your pierce.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Wounded - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blighted tree sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blighted tree sprawling with a powerful bash!
* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Wounded - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's left foreleg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's right leg into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Beaten - Davor: Scratched >
roll
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Beaten - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's body into bloody fragments!
The blighted tree is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
*Davor* pounds your left leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's right foreleg into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Incapacitated - Davor: Scratched > You roll your eyes.
* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - the blighted tree: Incapacitated - Davor: Scratched >
You pierce *Davor*'s head.
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's body into bloody fragments!
The blighted tree is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear the blighted tree's death cry.
* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring - Davor: Scratched >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
north
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
north
Alas, you cannot go that way...
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring > Alas, you cannot go that way...
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
west
north
north
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 ]
North: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
South: A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
The corpse of the blighted tree is lying here.
*Davor* is here, fighting the blighted tree, riding a warhorse.
The blighted tree is here, fighting Davor.
* S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring > 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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring > 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 ]
North: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
stat
3
You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 189 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- REFRESH
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
3
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
3
h
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
You try to pierce the blight bear, but it deflects the blow.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blight bear: Healthy > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blight bear: Healthy > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blight bear: Healthy > [hide ]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - the blight bear: Healthy >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
west
h
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 ]
North: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring > [hide ]
You look around for somewhere to conceal yourself, but to no avail.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
h
[hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
o S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
z
[backstab h.light]
You silently approach your victim...
*Davor* leaves north riding a warhorse.
-=
*Davor* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.
+
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
**
3
+Cancelled.
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Hurt MV:Strong - Davor: Scratched >
r
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
A rat now follows Davor.
A huge darkhound joins your fight!
A Dha'vol trolloc joins a huge darkhound's fight!
The blight bear tries to hit Davor, but he parries successfully.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Strong - Davor: Scratched > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
Wimpy reset to: 189 hit points.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Strong - Davor: Scratched >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Strong - Davor: Scratched >
An Ahf'frait trolloc has arrived from the north.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
The enormous worm has arrived from the south.
The enormous worm tickles Davor's right leg with its hit.
* S HP:Hurt MV:Strong - Davor: Scratched >
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a huge darkhound sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a Dha'vol trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blight bear sprawling with a powerful bash!
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Scratched >
The enormous worm hits Davor's body.
An Ahf'frait trolloc cleaves Davor's head.
*Davor* pounds your right arm into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a huge darkhound's body into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a Dha'vol trolloc's right leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's body into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt >
The enormous worm tickles Davor's body with its hit.
An Ahf'frait trolloc cleaves Davor's body hard.
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
*Davor* pounds a Dha'vol trolloc's right leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's body into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt >
change wimp 100
r
You will now flee if you go below 100 hit points.
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
stat
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt >
The enormous worm tickles Davor's left arm with its hit.
An Ahf'frait trolloc barely cleaves Davor's head.
The blight bear tickles Davor's right arm with its hit.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
You pierce *Davor*'s left arm.
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt > You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- REFRESH
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt >
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a Dha'vol trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blight bear sprawling with a powerful bash!
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt >
The enormous worm tickles Davor's left leg with its hit.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* pounds your right leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a Dha'vol trolloc's body very hard.
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's body into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Wounded MV:Strong - Davor: Hurt >
The enormous worm barely hits Davor's body.
An Ahf'frait trolloc cleaves Davor's body very hard.
*Davor* pounds your left leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a Dha'vol trolloc's head into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's right paw into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
order davor 143 db means nothing ffs
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
The enormous worm hits Davor's right leg.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
The blight bear hits Davor's body.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
You pierce *Davor*'s right arm.
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
r
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
The enormous worm hits Davor's body.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
The blight bear tickles Davor's right leg with its hit.
A Dha'vol trolloc cleaves Davor's right arm.
You pierce *Davor*'s body.
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a Dha'vol trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blight bear sprawling with a powerful bash!
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
*Davor* snickers softly.
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
The enormous worm barely hits Davor's body.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a Dha'vol trolloc's body extremely hard.
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's body into bloody fragments!
The blight bear is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear the blight bear's death cry.
* S HP:Battered MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
The enormous worm tickles Davor's left arm with its hit.
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
A Dha'vol trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong - Davor: Wounded >
nar fkn 6/6 on me
f
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
You narrate 'fkn 6/6 on me'
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Wounded > You panic and attempt to flee!
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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: The enormous worm is here, fighting Davor.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
north
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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
north
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
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 ]
East: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
east
east
The Blight
The Blight winds about you in a horrid display of vivid color. Foul blacks and
reds stain leaves which were never meant to display such shades. Every plant
and creeper seems bloated and ready to burst apart. Broken trees leak a thick
black sap, which you wisely avoid touching.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
East: A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
West: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
West: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
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 rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
nar you all afk?
You narrate 'you all afk?'
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
stat
r
You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- REFRESH
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
h
[hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
z
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
*Davor* has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
A rat has arrived from the west.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
z
[backstab h.light]
You silently approach your victim...
*Davor* leaves north riding a warhorse.
A rat leaves north.
3
-Cancelled.
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
r
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
south
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
Your blood freezes as you hear something's death cry.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
stat
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
r
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- REFRESH
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
north
h
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
West: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
*Davor* is here, fighting a Ghar'ghael trolloc, riding a warhorse.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A fade is here, fighting Davor.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A Dha'vol trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A Ghar'ghael trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A gaping maw is here, fighting Davor.
The blight bear is here, fighting Davor.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[hide ]
You look around for somewhere to conceal yourself, but to no avail.
3
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [backstab h.light]
Backstab them?!? They are in the throes of battle!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full > A fade slashes Davor's body.
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
A ramshorned trolloc cleaves Davor's body.
A gaping maw hits Davor's left leg.
A Dha'vol trolloc cleaves Davor's left arm.
The blight bear tickles Davor's body with its hit.
A Ghar'ghael trolloc barely cleaves Davor's right arm.
[k light]
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - a Ghar'ghael trolloc: Scratched - Davor: Battered >
*Davor* panics, and attempts to flee!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - a Ghar'ghael trolloc: Scratched - Davor: Battered >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - a Ghar'ghael trolloc: Scratched - Davor: Battered >
*Davor* leaves south riding a warhorse.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
r
A Dha'vol trolloc leaves south.
A fade leaves south.
A ramshorned trolloc leaves south.
A ramshorned trolloc leaves south.
A ramshorned trolloc leaves south.
A ramshorned trolloc leaves south.
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
Bork narrates 'no, only a little'
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
h
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
z
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered > [backstab h.light]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
3
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
A Ghar'ghael trolloc joins your fight!
A gaping maw hits Davor's body.
The blight bear tries to hit Davor, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
r
3
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered > You pierce *Davor*'s body.
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a Ghar'ghael trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a gaping maw sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blight bear sprawling with a powerful bash!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
*Davor* pounds a Ghar'ghael trolloc's body extremely hard.
*Davor* pounds a gaping maw's body into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's body into bloody fragments!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
nar davor batt blight
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
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!
*Davor* pounds a Ghar'ghael trolloc's body extremely hard.
*Davor* pounds a gaping maw's right paw into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blight bear's body into bloody fragments!
Lightning starts to show in the sky.
Your extra burst of stamina fades.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The terrain here is a bright swirl of colors, yet none of them are very
pleasant to look at. Red and black leaves swirl in the trees, and the ground is
a sickly pale yellow. Wherever a branch lies broken, a thick black sap is
flowing out. Branches in the trees stir violently, yet there is no wind.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
South: The corpse of a rat is lying here. [2]
You narrate 'davor batt blight '
o S HP:Beaten MV:Fresh >
south
3
The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
West: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
*Davor* is here, fighting a Ghar'ghael trolloc, riding a warhorse.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A Ghar'ghael trolloc is sitting here.
A gaping maw is sitting here.
The blight bear is sitting here.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* panics, and attempts to flee!
3
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - a Ghar'ghael trolloc: Scratched - Davor: Battered > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - a Ghar'ghael trolloc: Hurt - Davor: Battered > [k light]
You do the best you can!
*Davor* leaves south riding a warhorse.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
south
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full > The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
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 trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
r
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
stat
3
You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
*Davor* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.
A rat has arrived from the north.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
where
3
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Gizmo - The Blight
You catch a faint scent of a horse nearby.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
A ramshorned trolloc joins your fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A fade joins your fight!
A Dha'vol trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins a fade's fight!
An Ahf'frait trolloc joins a fade's fight!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
nar castien around somewhere
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
You narrate 'castien around somewhere'
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You panic and attempt to flee!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a fade sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a Dha'vol trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a Dhai'mon trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends an Ahf'frait trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*Davor* pounds a ramshorned trolloc's left foot into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a ramshorned trolloc's left leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a ramshorned trolloc's left leg into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a ramshorned trolloc's body very hard.
*Davor* pounds a fade's right arm into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a Dha'vol trolloc's head into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds a Dhai'mon trolloc's body extremely hard.
*Davor* pounds an Ahf'frait trolloc's body extremely hard.
sc
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
West: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
You have 53(378) hit and 231(237) movement points.
You have scored 105252963 experience points and 0 quest points.
You need 3247037 exp to reach the next level.
You have amassed 76 Turn points to date.
You have played 21 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Gizmo the Queen of Aridhol (Level 50).
You are standing.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
north
3
The Blight
The terrain here is a bright swirl of colors, yet none of them are very
pleasant to look at. Red and black leaves swirl in the trees, and the ground is
a sickly pale yellow. Wherever a branch lies broken, a thick black sap is
flowing out. Branches in the trees stir violently, yet there is no wind.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
South: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
The corpse of a rat is lying here. [2]
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
south
o S HP:Critical MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
south
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
West: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
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 trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Critical MV:Full > [k light]
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Battered > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
r
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
A ramshorned trolloc joins your fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A fade joins your fight!
A Dha'vol trolloc joins a fade's fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins a fade's fight!
An Ahf'frait trolloc joins a fade's fight!
You pierce *Davor*'s left foot.
A Dha'vol trolloc has arrived from the south.
An Ahf'frait trolloc has arrived from the south.
The enormous worm has arrived from the south.
[change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Battered >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
The enormous worm tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Scratched >
f
You pierce the enormous worm's body extremely hard.
The enormous worm tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Hurt >
3
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
An Ahf'frait trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A Dha'vol trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
*Davor* is here, fighting a ramshorned trolloc, riding a warhorse.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A ramshorned trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A fade is here, fighting Davor.
A Dha'vol trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
A Dhai'mon trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
An Ahf'frait trolloc is here, fighting Davor.
[k light]
The fighting is too thick and heavy for you to enter the fray!
*Davor* panics, and attempts to flee!
* S HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
3
3
An Ahf'frait trolloc cleaves Davor's body.
A Dha'vol trolloc barely cleaves Davor's left foot.
*Davor* pounds a ramshorned trolloc's body very hard.
An Ahf'frait trolloc cleaves Davor's body.
A Dhai'mon trolloc crushes Davor's body.
A Dha'vol trolloc cleaves Davor's right leg.
A fade barely slashes Davor's body.
A ramshorned trolloc tickles Davor's head with his cleave.
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
A ramshorned trolloc cleaves Davor's body.
A ramshorned trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he deflects the blow.
The enormous worm has arrived from the south.
[k light]
The fighting is too thick and heavy for you to enter the fray!
*Davor* leaves south riding a warhorse.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Scratched > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Scratched > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Scratched >
r
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
f
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Scratched > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - the enormous worm: Scratched >
3
You panic and attempt to flee!
The enormous worm tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
The enormous worm joins the enormous worm's fight!
An Ahf'frait trolloc tries to cleave Davor, but he parries successfully.
A Dha'vol trolloc joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A fade joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
A Dha'vol trolloc joins a Dha'vol trolloc's fight!
A Dhai'mon trolloc joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
An Ahf'frait trolloc joins an Ahf'frait trolloc's fight!
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
West: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
north
3
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
A gaping maw tries to hit you, but you deflect the blow.
A gaping maw tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
You pierce the blight bear's left foreleg extremely hard.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full - the blight bear: Wounded > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full - the blight bear: Wounded >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full - the blight bear: Wounded >
f
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full - the blight bear: Wounded >
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
3
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - the blight bear: Wounded > You panic and attempt to flee!
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
*Davor* leaves west riding a warhorse.
You swiftly dodge a gaping maw's attempt to hit you.
The blight bear tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
*Davor* has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
r
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The terrain here is a bright swirl of colors, yet none of them are very
pleasant to look at. Red and black leaves swirl in the trees, and the ground is
a sickly pale yellow. Wherever a branch lies broken, a thick black sap is
flowing out. Branches in the trees stir violently, yet there is no wind.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
South: The corpse of a rat is lying here. [2]
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
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 W ]
South: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
south
south
The Blight
The Blight winds about you in a horrid display of vivid color. Foul blacks and
reds stain leaves which were never meant to display such shades. Every plant
and creeper seems bloated and ready to burst apart. Broken trees leak a thick
black sap, which you wisely avoid touching.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
East: A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
West: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
west
Alas, you cannot go that way...
o S 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: E S ]
East: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
south
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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > 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 ]
North: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
The corpse of the blight bear is lying here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
east
The Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
north
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight streches out around you. Small hills and stunted growth fill
the terrain, leaving a clear path to the east and south. The air is rife
with pestilence, the dry earth laden with massive cracks.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
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.
east
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
sc
A Dha'vol trolloc has arrived from the north.
You have 66(378) hit and 199(237) movement points.
You have scored 105254877 experience points and 0 quest points.
You need 3245123 exp to reach the next level.
You have amassed 76 Turn points to date.
You have played 21 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Gizmo the Queen of Aridhol (Level 50).
You are standing.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
stat
3
3
You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
stat
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Gizmo - The Blight
You catch a faint scent of a horse nearby.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
sc
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
You have 66(378) hit and 199(237) movement points.
You have scored 105254877 experience points and 0 quest points.
You need 3245123 exp to reach the next level.
You have amassed 76 Turn points to date.
You have played 21 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Gizmo the Queen of Aridhol (Level 50).
You are standing.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
An Ahf'frait trolloc has arrived from the north.
The enormous worm has arrived from the north.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
nar hes 8/8 on bashing me and i have 143 db
l
You narrate 'hes 8/8 on bashing me and i have 143 db'
o S HP:Beaten MV:Strong >
3
3
3
2
The enormous worm tries to hit you, but you parry successfully.
You pierce the enormous worm's body into bloody fragments!
The enormous worm pushes the dirt aside as it emerges from the ground.
The enormous worm hits your right hand very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You panic and attempt to flee!
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
r
You flee head over heels.
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
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 trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
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 trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k h.light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
stat
3
You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
An Ahf'frait trolloc leaves north.
sc
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
You have 61(378) hit and 232(237) movement points.
You have scored 105256965 experience points and 0 quest points.
You need 3243035 exp to reach the next level.
You have amassed 76 Turn points to date.
You have played 21 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Gizmo the Queen of Aridhol (Level 50).
You are standing.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
l
The Blight
The Blight stretches on about you. Far off to the north you can see the peaks
of the Mountains of Dhoom. The stunted growth continues about you, and you
grow weary of this seemingly endless wasted land.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
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 trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Gizmo - The Blight
You catch a faint scent of a horse nearby.
h
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [hide ]
You attempt to hide yourself.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
z
[backstab h.light]
Backstab who?
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
south
west
The Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place. Unfortunately,
there appears to be no end in sight.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A fade emerges from the shadows as you pass by.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > The Blight
The Blight streches out around you. Small hills and stunted growth fill
the terrain, leaving a clear path to the east and south. The air is rife
with pestilence, the dry earth laden with massive cracks.
[ obvious exits: E S ]
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
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.
south
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
west
The Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > 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 ]
North: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
The corpse of the blight bear is lying here.
*Davor* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
h
[hide ]
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
nar hes crit
f
You narrate 'hes crit'
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical > You panic and attempt to flee!
You pierce *Davor*'s left foot.
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
North: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
q
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave
3
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
*Davor* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
scan n
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
3
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
3
3
3
A huge darkhound joins your fight!
A huge darkhound hits Davor's head.
*Davor* panics, and attempts to flee!
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
*Davor* leaves north riding a warhorse.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
north
o S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
3
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 ]
North: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
South: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
The corpse of the blight bear is lying here.
*Davor* is standing here, riding a warhorse.
Davor assumes an offensive striking posture.
3
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full >
3
[k light]
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he deflects the blow.
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Beaten MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
*Davor* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You panic and attempt to flee!
east
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 ]
North: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
South: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
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 light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Full > Alas, you cannot go that way...
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
*Davor* has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Critical MV:Full >
3
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you parry successfully.
3
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
3
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
r
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
A Ko'bal trolloc joins your fight!
The blighted tree tries to hit Davor, but he dodges the attack.
The blighted tree joins the blighted tree's fight!
* S HP:Critical MV:Full - Davor: Critical >
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You panic and attempt to flee!
*Davor* sends a Ko'bal trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blighted tree sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends the blighted tree sprawling with a powerful bash!
east
*Davor* pounds your left leg into bloody fragments!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*Davor* pounds a Ko'bal trolloc's body into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's body into bloody fragments!
*Davor* pounds the blighted tree's body into bloody fragments!
You flee head over heels.
Deep in the Valley
This far corner of the valley was once the ideal location for the ogier
orchards. Fruit trees stand in orderly rows along the valley floor, once
protected from strong winds by the valley walls, fed fresh water from the
nearby stream and open to the sun away from the shade of the lush trees
of the grove. Now the trees stand open and defenseless, forsaken
to the raging evil taint sweeping the grove.
[ obvious exits: N W U ]
You smell something remniscent of death as you enter this place.
Alas, you cannot go that way...
o S HP:Critical MV:Full >
north
Deep in the Valley
The dry brook ends here at the base of a large apple tree. The tree has
become twisted and defiled by the blighted soil and the black fruit it bears
is fodder for the scavenging worms and maggots that thrive in this
valley of death.
[ obvious exits: S W ]
An enormous blight worm towers above you, making an eerie shrill scream.
west
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > In the Dismal Valley
The dry rock bed of the empty stream leads to the east and west. Mangled
roots extend from the hillside that lead up to the forest. The plant life
here was largely comprised of tall grass and a variety of fruit trees.
The grass has withered, and worms slither in and out of the rotting fruit.
[ obvious exits: E S W U ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
You have 7(378) hit and 211(237) movement points.
You have scored 105253464 experience points and 0 quest points.
You need 3246536 exp to reach the next level.
You have amassed 76 Turn points to date.
You have played 21 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Gizmo the Queen of Aridhol (Level 50).
You are standing.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
up
north
Overlooking the Dismal Valley
The ground falls away sharply here. Massive boulders and roots extend
from the sloping ground making the way down appear treacherous. Spreading
out below is a vast valley, the woods become thicker to the north.
[ obvious exits: N W D ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
The Tortured Woods
Gaping holes in the massive trees resemble mouths wrenched open in
screams of agony. Wretched and twisted limbs dangle lifeless from the
broken trunks, scraping the ground in the arid breeze. The sky boils
with dark rolling clouds.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
north
The Blighted Woods
The desert wind causes the highest branches of the sickened trees to crack
against each other, reminiscent of a sword fight. The trees appear to be
fighting for their very lives against the heartless blight which swallows
this once prolific stedding.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
Through the Blighted Woods
Thick, black tree trunks extend from the diseased soil. The parched and
malformed branches are breaking off of the trees, many lie scattered on
the ground. The Dark One's touch in this grove, though not yet consuming,
is evident.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > 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 ]
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
north
o S 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 ]
An astonishingly tall and broad man stands here, with large tufted ears.
* S 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 ]
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.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
east
north
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 ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > 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 ]
A thicket of thorns covers the area here.
A thicket of thorns covers the area here.
north
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
east
east
You swiftly dodge a blood thornbush's attempt to hit you.
A blood thornbush tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong - a blood thornbush: Scratched >
south
No way! You're fighting for your life!
south
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong - a blood thornbush: Scratched > You pierce a blood thornbush's roots into bloody fragments!
No way! You're fighting for your life!
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong - a blood thornbush: Hurt > No way! You're fighting for your life!
f
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong - a blood thornbush: Hurt > A blood thornbush tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
You pierce a blood thornbush's branch extremely hard.
A blood thornbush tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong - a blood thornbush: Wounded > You panic and attempt to flee!
north
east
east
You swiftly dodge a blood thornbush's attempt to hit you.
A blood thornbush tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
You flee head over heels.
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 ]
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
Alas, you cannot go that way...
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > 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 ]
o S HP:Critical 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 ]
The smell of death fades as you move further...
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
south
south
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 ]
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
o S HP:Critical 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 ]
North: A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S 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 ]
South: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
east
o S HP:Critical 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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S 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 ]
West: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
west
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 ]
south
o S HP:Critical MV:Tiring > 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 ]
South: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
o S HP:Critical MV:Tiring > 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 ]
o S HP:Critical MV:Tiring > 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 ]
East: A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
South: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
south
o S HP:Critical MV:Tiring > 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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Critical MV:Tiring >
scan s
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
The lightning stops.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
o S 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 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 ]
North: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
A black tree with bloated leaves sprouts from the ground, branches quivering.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
sc
stat
r
3
3
3
You have 20(378) hit and 201(237) movement points.
You have scored 105254190 experience points and 0 quest points.
You need 3245810 exp to reach the next level.
You have amassed 76 Turn points to date.
You have played 21 days and 8 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Gizmo the Queen of Aridhol (Level 50).
You are standing.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > You are a 195 year old female trolloc rogue.
Your height is 6 feet, 4 inches, and you weigh 190.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 16.0 lbs, peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:20 Int:8 Wil:8 Dex:19 Con:18.
Offensive bonus: 147, Dodging bonus: 143, Parrying bonus: 146
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 100 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 9% on average.
You are subjected to the following effects:
- STRENGTH
- SNEAK
- NOTICE
- NO QUIT
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [change mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
[k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
eq
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
You are using:
<held> an oilstone
<worn on finger> an emerald ring
<worn on finger> an emerald ring
<worn on head> a camouflaged hood
<worn around neck> a white hart pendant
<worn around neck> a white hart pendant
<worn on body> a bearskin tunic
<worn about body> an elegant riding dress of dark green silk
<slung on back> a backpack
<worn on arms> a set of cloth sleeves
<worn on hands> a pair of dark gloves
<worn around wrist> a silver Kandori wristcuff
<worn around wrist> a silver Kandori wristcuff
<worn as shield> a silver etched shield
<wielded> a sharp, red stone dagger
<worn about waist> a belt with a buckle of cuendillar
<worn on belt> a leather water flask
<worn on legs> a pair of earthen colored breeches
<worn on feet> a black pair of silver-tooled boots
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
3
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
They aren't here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
3
3
[k light]
They aren't here.
*Davor* has arrived from the north, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong > [k light]
You barely pierce *Davor*'s body.
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
You flee head over heels.
Deep in the Valley
This far corner of the valley was once the ideal location for the ogier
orchards. Fruit trees stand in orderly rows along the valley floor, once
protected from strong winds by the valley walls, fed fresh water from the
nearby stream and open to the sun away from the shade of the lush trees
of the grove. Now the trees stand open and defenseless, forsaken
to the raging evil taint sweeping the grove.
[ obvious exits: N W U ]
You smell something remniscent of death as you enter this place.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
*Davor* has arrived from above, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
*Davor* tries to pound you, but you deflect the blow.
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
up
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
No way! You're fighting for your life!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
north
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 ]
North: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
South: A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
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 smell of death fades as you move further...
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 ]
North: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
South: A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
north
east
east
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 ]
East: A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
South: A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A trolloc is here, exhorting a group of trolloc raiders.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The Blight winds about you in a horrid display of vivid color. Foul blacks and
reds stain leaves which were never meant to display such shades. Every plant
and creeper seems bloated and ready to burst apart. Broken trees leak a thick
black sap, which you wisely avoid touching.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
East: A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
West: A rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
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 rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong > The Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach. The Mountains of Dhoom grow ever closer to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
West: A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
A huge trolloc marked with a whirlwind snorts here.
A young trolloc is here, growling with a deep bloodlust.
The blight bear stands on its haunches, roaring madly.
o S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
west
3
3
The Blight
The Blight winds about you in a horrid display of vivid color. Foul blacks and
reds stain leaves which were never meant to display such shades. Every plant
and creeper seems bloated and ready to burst apart. Broken trees leak a thick
black sap, which you wisely avoid touching.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
East: A trolloc is here ruling a group of trollocs.
West: 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 rat scurries around trying to get out of sight.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
A spider-legged beast is here, most of it teeth.
*Davor* has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong >
3
[k light]
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
3
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
3
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
q
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
3
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
3
[change mood brave]
Mood changed to: Brave
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
3
3
[k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical > [k light]
You do the best you can!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
3
You try to pierce *Davor*, but he parries successfully.
A ramshorned trolloc joins your fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A ramshorned trolloc joins a ramshorned trolloc's fight!
A fade joins your fight!
A rat now follows Davor.
A gaping maw barely hits Davor's left leg.
A gaping maw joins a gaping maw's fight!
* S HP:Critical MV:Strong - Davor: Critical >
3
[k light]
You do the best you can!
*Davor* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You panic and attempt to flee!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a ramshorned trolloc sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a fade sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a gaping maw sprawling with a powerful bash!
*Davor* sends a gaping maw sprawling with a powerful bash!
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.
*someone* pounds your body into bloody fragments!
You are dead! Sorry...
What's the point of dodge again?
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
Wow.
This is intense, on both sides.
Any other weapon (barring mauls/herons) you would have won that.
This is intense, on both sides.
Any other weapon (barring mauls/herons) you would have won that.
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
Good point. Everyone give me all your dodge trinks so you can play a good setup.
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
I am 99ish percent sure that in most of those bashes all he had to land the bash on was one of the mobs and you get included... unless that's changed or i never understood it
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
Mounted master warder, the game is stacked in his favour. You were never going to win.
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
Skimming through the log, it looked like most/all were bashes on Gizmo and not on mobs. The mob needs to be "on top" for it to work.
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
yeah almost all of those were on gizmo
And I don't know - had he missed on gizmo at the end there he was dead, had gizmo fled, then reentered and hit, he was dead
all sorts of ways
And I don't know - had he missed on gizmo at the end there he was dead, had gizmo fled, then reentered and hit, he was dead
all sorts of ways
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
I have never landed 6 or 7 consecutive bashes. I have rarely landed 2 consecutive bashes. I thought the fight was pretty even despite my superior bonuses and gear. Had 20 hps multiple times and were so many ways I could have died. Patrol aggroed me multiple times while chasing you and if you had been around to spam at the perfect times could have ended badly. Last bash missing, I was probably dead with my flee lag and 40ish hps.
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
I was whole heartedly counting at those mobs at the end to engage.... but as you can see it was just long enough for the bash timer. I'm not complaining about his bonuses or anything of the like. The fact that he had a 100% land rate on 143 db is my complaint.
Re: What's the point of dodge again?
Yeah, it was unusual for both of us. I don't think that would ever happen again.