A log, in which DreadLord Lokras sends the Dha'vol Tranork on a quest to find out if there are any youths in Fal Dara. He meets a Darkfriend here, helps him out and returns with a letter for DreadLord Lokras.
Point of view: Tranork
Main characters: Tranork, Lokras, Ilsae, a fade and a baker
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Within the Vacuole
This small area past the pillars is hard to define as anything but 'space,' its
form, size and contours seem fuzzy as if its nature were not yet determined.
Tranork notice that the shadows seem longer here, as if time itself where somehow
moving differently.
[ obvious exits: N ]
Zone: Thakan'dar
Dreadlord Lokras stands here waiting for the trollocs to complete a task.
grov lokras
Tranork grovels before him.
look lokras
Clad entirely in black, Lokras glares at all who approach. His muscular
frame appears ready for combat and the scar on his face shows he is no
stranger to it. He stands ready to act at a moment's notice, whether it is
bringing death or carrying out Ishamael's next command.
Dreadlord Lokras is in excellent condition.
Dreadlord Lokras is healthy.
Dreadlord Lokras says 'I have a special task for you Tranork, go see the Dreadlord Ilsae and give her this package for me.'
Dreadlord Lokras gives Tranork a package.
Dreadlord Lokras says 'Now hurry up, why are you still here? Slow Dha'vol scout - don't make me regret this.'
Tranork nods in agreement.
Tranork says 'I shall be quick.'
grov lokras
Tranork grovels before him.
~~ Towards Ilsae ~~
In a Hidden Basement
[ obvious exits: N U ]
Zone: Village of Lockshear
Door up: hiddenhatch
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil.
Ilsae the keeper of the shadow stands here, surrounded by a dark aura.
Ilsae is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
Galnorn the dark myrmidon lounges in the shadows, surrounded by a dark aura.
Galnorn is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
grov Ilsae
Tranork grovels before her.
l Ilsae
Luxiuriant raven-black hair cascades down across the shoulders of this
tall, gaunt woman. A streak of bone-white marks her abundant tresses and
highlight her similiarly dark garb. Deep sunken eyes of blue glare outwards
from a face that is hollow and pale. Her long bony fingers strangle the
haft of her staff in their fierce grip. A nearly transparent sheen
surrounds Ilsae, some weave of the One Power is helping shield her.
Ilsae is in excellent condition.
Ilsae is healthy.
Tranork gives the package to Ilsae, keeper of the shadow.
Ilsae the keeper of the shadow says 'What is this, worm?'
Ilsae the keeper of the shadow says 'Ah, a letter from Dreadlord Lokras. He does have a point here.'
Ilsae the keeper of the shadow looks Tranork over and sniffs loudly.
Ilsae the keeper of the shadow says 'Ok, on your way. You are to scout the City of Fal Dara.'
Ilsae the keeper of the shadow says 'You are a scout right? See if there are any youths there, and report to the Myrddraal camped outside.'
grov Ilsae
Tranork grovels before her.
nod ilsae
Tranork nods at her.
~~ Heading Towards Fal Dara, but find a straggler on the way there ~~
Atop a Hill
[ obvious exits: N D ]
Zone: Parched Ground
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving down.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving down.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving down.
A black vulture is visible flying high in the sky.
The brigand trooper crouches here, eyeing you warily.
k trooper
Tranork slash the brigand trooper's right hand into bloody fragments!
o HP:Healthy MV:Tiring - the brigand trooper: Hurt >
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The brigand trooper tries to pierce you, but you parry successfully.
=+**+=- -=
Tranork's bash at the brigand trooper sends him sprawling!
Tranork slash the brigand trooper's body into bloody fragments!
The brigand trooper is dead! R.I.P.
Yet again! Seems like a rerun...
Tranork's blood freezes as you hear the brigand trooper's death cry.
Tranork savagely rip a limb from the corpse of the brigand trooper.
Tranork strip a chunk of flesh off the dismembered corpse of the brigand trooper!
Tranork savagely rip a limb from the dismembered corpse of the brigand trooper.
Tranork strip a chunk of flesh off the dismembered corpse of the brigand trooper!
get pouch corpse
Tranork gets a soft leather pouch from the dismembered corpse of the brigand trooper.
get all pouch
Tranork gets a thin vial of yellow fluid from a soft leather pouch.
Tranork says 'Thank you, trooper, you should have listened to the Great Lord more.'
~~ To the Northern Gate of Fal Dara ~~
Dusty Road by Fal Dara
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Zone: Borderlands North of Fal Dara
Door south: Malkiergate
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
It is 9 o'clock pm, on the 10th day of the month of Taisham, year 1430.
According to legend and prophecy, this is the Zunth Turn of the Wheel.
Welcome, new players!
(Server: Thu Dec 9 04:59:00 2021 EST, last rebooted 4 hours, 55 minutes ago)
Obvious exits:
North - The Dusty Road
South - A closed 'Malkiergate'
Tranork says 'Argh, seems I was too slow afterall.'
Tranork snarls.
Tranork mutters to himself, 'Ok, let's camp for the night then.'
~~ This is not working, going to camp with the Myrddraal ~~
Dead-End
[ obvious exits: E ]
Zone: Northern Fal Dara Road
A trolloc cookpot, couched in a bed of coals, boils with human flesh.
Overgrown grass surrounds an old ramshackle wagon missing one of its wheels.
A creature with leathery wings observes you., surrounded by a dark aura.
A Gho'hlem trolloc flexes clawed hands, ready to kill, surrounded by a dark aura.
A darkhound is here, howling, surrounded by a dark aura.
A Gho'hlem trolloc flexes clawed hands, ready to kill, surrounded by a dark aura.
A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar, surrounded by a dark aura.
put all.limb pot
Tranork puts a shattered arm in a trolloc cookpot.
Tranork puts a shattered arm in a trolloc cookpot.
Tranork puts a severed leg in a trolloc cookpot.
Tranork puts a severed leg in a trolloc cookpot.
A black messenger pigeon flutters its wings.
A black messenger pigeon beats its wings harder.
Tranork slash a black messenger pigeon's left leg into bloody fragments!
Tranork slash a black messenger pigeon's body into bloody fragments!
A black messenger pigeon is dead! R.I.P.
Still better. Experience pays off.
Tranork's blood freezes as you hear a black messenger pigeon's death cry.
Tranork sits down and rests his tired bones.
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'Good job Tranork, those pigeons are a plague.'
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'If you want to get into the City, you need to wait till day.'
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'I could accompany you inside, but that would jeopardize the mission.'
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'Also, this is your task, go do it yourself.'
nod robed
Tranork nods at him.
Tranork says 'I shall report soon.'
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'One last thing, speak to the baker. He is one of ours.'
Tranork nods in agreement.
The day has begun.
Tranork flexes his muslces in anticipation.
~~ Going in ~~
The Harvest Bakery
[ obvious exits: E ]
Zone: Fal Dara
A Shienaran guard patrols here, watching you carefully.
A run-down looking man wanders aimlessly, collecting lost belongings.
The fishmonger is here, hoping to buy your catch.
A well-dressed man peals his bell, alerting people to the latest news.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A baker prepares for a day's worth of food sales.
l baker
Short, fat and perfectly happy, this man smiles as he prepares delicious
bread products such as pastries. The large size of the man suggests that
he appreciates his work as much as his customers.
A baker is in excellent condition.
A baker is healthy.
Tranork ask a baker 'where are the youths?'
A baker glares.
A baker whispers to Tranork, 'Not here, meet me out the back.'
A baker opens a way west.
A baker leaves west.
Tranork leaves west.
Behind the Harvest Bakery
[ obvious exits: E ]
Zone: Fal Dara
A baker prepares for a day's worth of food sales.
A baker says in a hushed voice 'This is better, the guards do not know.'
A baker says in a hushed voice 'There are no youths in Fal Dara, I have recieved news that they are only in the south.'
A baker says in a hushed voice 'None of our eyes in the Borderlands have found any Youths. It's only in the south.'
A baker gives Tranork a sealed letter.
A baker moves to leave, but then turns back.
A baker whispers to Tranork, 'One last thing, can teach the stablehand a lesson? He's been bullying my daughter.'
A baker nods to Tranork.
A baker leaves east.
~~ To the stable hand. The Great Lord delivers upon it's devote followers ~~
Equestrian Shop
[ obvious exits: N ]
Zone: Fal Dara
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
A man walks among the horses here feeding them and rubbing them down.
Surrounded by leather and metal, a saddler works here.
A horse dealer stands here, making shifty deals.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
Tranork slash a stable hand's body into bloody fragments!
* HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - a stable hand: Wounded >
A stable hand tries to slash you, but you parry successfully.
A merchant guard joins a stable hand's fight!
A merchant guard joins a stable hand's fight!
Tranork slash a stable hand's head into bloody fragments!
-=+**+=- -
A merchant guard slashes your body.
A merchant guard slashes your body.
A stable hand tickles your body with his slash.
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Tranork's bash at a stable hand sends him sprawling!
* HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - a stable hand: Battered >
A merchant guard slashes your body.
A merchant guard slashes your body.
Tranork slash a stable hand's left foot into bloody fragments!
* HP:Hurt MV:Tiring - a stable hand: Beaten >
A merchant guard slashes your head.
A merchant guard slashes your body.
Tranork slash a stable hand's body into bloody fragments!
A stable hand is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
Tranork nods in agreement.
~~ Time to report to the Myrddraal ~~
Tranork makes a flying leap out of an open window!
OOF!! The fall knocks the wind out of you!
Tranork snaps his fingers. Pain shoots up your leg and into your side!
Ouch!
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Dead-End
[ obvious exits: E ]
Zone: Northern Fal Dara Road
There are some tracks of a TROLLOC leaving EAST. >>
A trolloc cookpot, couched in a bed of coals, boils with human flesh.
Overgrown grass surrounds an old ramshackle wagon missing one of its wheels.
A creature with leathery wings observes you., surrounded by a dark aura.
A Gho'hlem trolloc flexes clawed hands, ready to kill, surrounded by a dark aura.
A darkhound is here, howling, surrounded by a dark aura.
A Gho'hlem trolloc flexes clawed hands, ready to kill, surrounded by a dark aura.
A silent, black-robed figure watches you from afar, surrounded by a dark aura.
grov fade
Tranork grovels before him.
A myrddraal gets a severed leg from a trolloc cookpot.
A myrddraal gets a severed leg from a trolloc cookpot.
A myrddraal makes a gruesome meal of the cookpot.
Thin tendrils of darkness extend outward from a myrddraal's very being...
Your body is racked in pain as a myrddraal compels you to move further.
Ouch!
Tranork gives a silent, black-robed figure a sealed letter.
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'Not bad for a trolloc, Tranork. There might be use for you yet.'
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'This is for the Dreadlord.'
A silent, black-robed figure gives Tranork a sealed letter.
A silent, black-robed figure hisses 'Now hurry back, don't let the Dreadlord wait.'
~~ To Dreadlord Lokras ~~
Within the Vacuole
This small area past the pillars is hard to define as anything but 'space,' its
form, size and contours seem fuzzy as if its nature were not yet determined.
Tranork notice that the shadows seem longer here, as if time itself where somehow
moving differently.
[ obvious exits: N ]
Zone: Thakan'dar
Dreadlord Lokras stands here waiting for the trollocs to complete a task.
Tranork gives Dreadlord Lokras a sealed letter.
Dreadlord Lokras breaks the seal and reads the letter.
Dreadlord Lokras says 'Good work Tranork, it seems the Youth is not up north.'
Dreadlord Lokras throws the letter up in the air and it goes up in flames before your eyes.
Dreadlord Lokras says 'Come back later, there might be more work for you.'
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