Khim.27.01.02 * W C> Forin leaves north. Rock Face On the ground, there are two broad scimitars. A chain mail hauberk is on the ground. You see two falchions on the ground. On the ground, there are two handaxes. There are two heavy chain mail hauberks here. A metal helmet is on the ground. You see two pairs of chain mail leggings on the ground. On the ground, there are two pairs of chain mail sleeves. There are two pairs of ring mail leggings here. On the ground, there are two pairs of ring mail leggings. On the ground, there are two pairs of ring mail sleeves. You see two ring mail coifs on the ground. A thin metal breastplate is on the ground. * W C> Forin closes the vegetation. * W C> Forin leaves north. Cold Entryway * W C>a chan mood aggre Ok. Forin leaves west. Stone Hallway * W C>l Stone Hallway Forin is standing here (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is standing here. Forin closes the door. * W C> Forin quietly scouts westwards... * W C> Forin stops scouting westwards. * W C> Forin leaves west. Stone Hallway * W C>kill *orc* They aren't here. * W C>' pick open Ok. * W C> Forin carefully examines the ground around him, looking for tracks... * W C> Using his lockpicks, Forin tries to pick the door's lock... * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w The door seems to be closed. * W C>scout w Forin skillfully picks the lock of the door. * W C>Forin opens the door. You quietly scout westwards... scout w Forin quietly scouts westwards... Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. You see two chain mail coifs on the ground. On the ground, there are two chain mail hauberks. A full metal helmet is on the ground. On the ground, there are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings. A metal breastplate is on the ground. There are two morningstars here. On the ground, there are four pairs of chain mail sleeves. There are two pairs of ring mail leggings here. On the ground, there are two plain cloaks. A light leather sling lies in the dust. On the ground, there are two thin metal breastplates. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is RESTING here. *Britney the Orc* is RESTING here. *an Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate. *an Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is standing here. You stop scouting. * W C>You quietly scout westwards... Forin stops scouting westwards. Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. There are two chain mail coifs here. On the ground, there are two chain mail hauberks. A full metal helmet is on the ground. There are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings here. A metal breastplate is on the ground. There are two morningstars here. There are four pairs of chain mail sleeves here. There are two pairs of ring mail leggings here. On the ground, there are two plain cloaks. On the ground, there are two plain cloaks. A light leather sling lies in the dust. You see two thin metal breastplates on the ground. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is RESTING here. *Britney the Orc* is RESTING here. *an Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is standing here. You stop scouting. * W C>' ok ' go Ok. * W C>Ok. You see *an Orc* scouting from the west! * W C>l Stone Hallway Forin is standing here (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is standing here. * W C> Forin leaves west. Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. On the ground, there are two chain mail coifs. There are two chain mail hauberks here. A full metal helmet is on the ground. You see two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings on the ground. A metal breastplate is on the ground. On the ground, there are two morningstars. There are four pairs of chain mail sleeves here. There are two pairs of ring mail leggings here. There are two plain cloaks here. A light leather sling lies in the dust. There are two thin metal breastplates here. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is standing here. *Britney the Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is standing here. * W C> Forin closes the door. * W C>close door It's already closed! * W C>kill *orc* You cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s right foot extremely hard. *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your body and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> Forin pounds *an Orc*'s left foot extremely hard. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>close door close door *Iljrurč the Orc* locks the door. It's already closed! * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>close door It's already closed! * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>close door It's already closed! * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>It's already closed! * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>close door close door It's already closed! * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>It's already closed! *an Orc* smites Forin's left foot very hard. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* *an Orc* sends Forin sprawling with a powerful bash. Trandour utters the word 'noselacri' As *Iljrurč the Orc* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground. You fall to the ground. *Iljrurč the Orc* slashes your right hand and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>a chan mood aggre Ok. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>b bash Trandour begins some strange incantations... l Forin seems to have recovered his senses. *an Orc* approaches Trandour, trying to smite him. Trandour lightly slashes *an Orc*'s right hand and tickles it. As *Iljrurč the Orc* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground. You fall to the ground. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. You see two chain mail coifs on the ground. You see two chain mail hauberks on the ground. A full metal helmet is on the ground. On the ground, there are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings. A metal breastplate is on the ground. On the ground, there are two morningstars. On the ground, there are four pairs of chain mail sleeves. On the ground, there are two pairs of ring mail leggings. There are two plain cloaks here. A light leather sling lies in the dust. There are two thin metal breastplates here. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is here, fighting YOU. *Britney the Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is here, fighting Trandour. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. Forin is here, fighting *an Orc* (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is here, fighting *an Orc*. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>You stop resting, and stand up. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>b bash *Iljrurč the Orc* gives *an Orc* an order. *an Orc* has an indifferent look. *Iljrurč the Orc* gives *an Orc* an order. *an Orc* has an indifferent look. *Iljrurč the Orc* gives *an Orc* an order. *an Orc* has an indifferent look. *an Orc* sends Forin sprawling with a powerful bash. *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your body and tickles it. Your bash at *Iljrurč the Orc* sends him sprawling. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> You lightly cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s right arm and tickle it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>a chan mood aggre Ok. *Britney the Orc* begins some strange incantations... * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>l Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. There are two chain mail coifs here. You see two chain mail hauberks on the ground. A full metal helmet is on the ground. There are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings here. A metal breastplate is on the ground. On the ground, there are two morningstars. You see four pairs of chain mail sleeves on the ground. You see two pairs of ring mail leggings on the ground. You see two plain cloaks on the ground. A light leather sling lies in the dust. There are two thin metal breastplates here. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is here, fighting YOU. *Britney the Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is here, fighting Trandour. *an Orc* is here, fighting Trandour. Forin is sitting here (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is here, fighting *an Orc*. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> *Britney the Orc* utters the words 'cure light' * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> You barely cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s right arm and tickle it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* pounds Trandour's left arm hard. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? Trandour seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? Forin seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> *Iljrurč the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> Forin heroically rescues Trandour. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> You cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s head very hard. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>1 Forin pounds *an Orc*'s left hand extremely hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>1 rescue trandour But nobody is fighting him? * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>rescue trandour But nobody is fighting him? * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* bash *orc* *an Orc* pounds Forin's head hard and tickles it. *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your right arm and tickles it. bash *orc* *an Orc* pounds Forin's right foot hard and tickles it. Trandour begins some strange incantations... As *Iljrurč the Orc* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground. You fall to the ground. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that.. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that.. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>*Iljrurč the Orc* lightly slashes your left leg and tickles it. *an Orc* smites Forin's right hand very hard. *an Orc* pounds Forin's right arm hard and tickles it. As *Iljrurč the Orc* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground. You fall to the ground. Trandour utters the word 'noselacri' * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>1 * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>rescue trandour But nobody is fighting him? You fail to intercept *an Orc*'s blow. Trandour swiftly dodges *an Orc*'s attempt to pound him. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Forin seems to have recovered his senses. *Iljrurč the Orc* barely slashes your left leg and tickles it. Trandour slashes *an Orc*'s head and tickles it. Trandour begins some strange incantations... Trandour avoids being bashed by *an Orc* who loses his balance and falls. Your bash at *Iljrurč the Orc* sends him sprawling. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> You cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s body and tickle it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>l Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. There are two chain mail coifs here. On the ground, there are two chain mail hauberks. A full metal helmet is on the ground. On the ground, there are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings. A metal breastplate is on the ground. There are two morningstars here. There are four pairs of chain mail sleeves here. There are two pairs of ring mail leggings here. On the ground, there are two plain cloaks. A light leather sling lies in the dust. There are two thin metal breastplates here. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is here, fighting YOU. *Britney the Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is RESTING here. Forin is sitting here (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is here, fighting *an Orc*. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* stops resting, and clambers on his feet. *an Orc* pounds Forin's right hand very hard. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* smites Forin's right leg hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>l Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. On the ground, there are two chain mail coifs. There are two chain mail hauberks here. A full metal helmet is on the ground. On the ground, there are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings. A metal breastplate is on the ground. You see two morningstars on the ground. There are four pairs of chain mail sleeves here. On the ground, there are two pairs of ring mail leggings. There are two plain cloaks here. A light leather sling lies in the dust. On the ground, there are two thin metal breastplates. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is here, fighting YOU. *Britney the Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is standing here. Forin is here, fighting *an Orc* (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is here, fighting *an Orc*. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Hurt>1 rescue trandour Heroically you come to Trandour's rescue! * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>bash *orc* bash *orc* Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? Forin seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *Iljrurč the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>b bash *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your body and tickles it. *Britney the Orc* sits down and rests. Trandour utters the words 'eugszr zzur' * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your right hand and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* pounds your head hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *Iljrurč the Orc* begins some strange incantations... * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* gives *Britney the Orc* an order. *Britney the Orc* has an indifferent look. kill iljrure * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> Forin seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> Using his lockpicks, Forin tries to pick the door's lock... * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> *Iljrurč the Orc* utters the words 'judicandus gzfuajg' * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine> Your head stops stinging. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>* W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> You cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s head very hard. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Britney the Orc* giggles. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *an Orc* pounds your right arm hard and tickles it. *Iljrurč the Orc* barely slashes your right foot and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Forin skillfully picks the lock of the door. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>t forin er u low? [ You low? Forin opens the door. Ok. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>close door Ok. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>close door Trandour seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>It's already closed! *Iljrurč the Orc* locks the door. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Trandour tells you 'rescue' * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Using his lockpicks, Forin tries to pick the door's lock... * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> You intercept *an Orc*'s blow. *an Orc* quickly approaches, trying to pound you. *Iljrurč the Orc* lightly slashes your right foot and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>1 1 rescue trandour Heroically you come to Trandour's rescue! You cleave *an Orc*'s left leg extremely hard. Your victim is shocked by your hit! * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Hurt>rescue trandour But nobody is fighting him? Forin skillfully picks the lock of the door. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Hurt> Forin opens the door. *an Orc* closes the door. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Hurt> *Iljrurč the Orc* locks the door. * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* pounds your right leg hard. You feel a strong ache there! * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Hurt> Using his lockpicks, Forin tries to pick the door's lock... * W C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Hurt>kill iljrure * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Iljrurč the Orc* barely slashes your left leg and tickles it. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Britney the Orc* stops resting, and clambers on her feet. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *an Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Fine *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Forin skillfully picks the lock of the door. *an Orc* smites your left arm hard. You feel a strong ache there! a * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Iljrurč the Orc* locks the door. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *an Orc* pounds your body hard. You feel a strong ache there! * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Using his lockpicks, Forin tries to pick the door's lock... * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *an Orc* smites your body hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your head and tickles it. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Forin skillfully picks the lock of the door. *an Orc* pounds your left arm hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Iljrurč the Orc* locks the door. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Britney the Orc* utters the words 'cure light' * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>1 The light of Aman fades away from you. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your right hand and tickles it. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded> Your head stops stinging. *an Orc* pounds your body hard. You feel a strong ache there! * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>1 chan mood aggre Ok. * W C HP:Hurt *Iljrurč the Orc*:Wounded>rescue trandour Heroically you come to Trandour's rescue! *an Orc* pounds your head hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Hurt *an Orc*:Hurt>rescue trandour But nobody is fighting him? * W C HP:Hurt *an Orc*:Hurt> You flee head over heels. PANIC! You couldn't escape! * W C HP:Hurt *an Orc*:Hurt> You flee head over heels. PANIC! You couldn't escape! * W C HP:Hurt *an Orc*:Hurt>rep nuke uuljruru *Iljrurč the Orc* lightly slashes your left hand and tickles it. * W C HP:Hurt *an Orc*:Hurt>tell trandour nuke uuljruru Ok. You flee head over heels. PANIC! You couldn't escape! * W C HP:Hurt *an Orc*:Hurt>0 cha wimp 0 Wimpy set to: 0 You stop your fleeing attempts. *an Orc* smites your right leg hard. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your head. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> Saving Khím. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* smites your right foot hard. *Iljrurč the Orc* slashes your right leg and tickles it. l * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* pounds your body hard. You feel a strong ache there! *an Orc* pounds your body hard. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> Trandour utters the words 'eugszr zzur' * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt> *Iljrurč the Orc* strongly slashes your head. Your head stops stinging. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt>kill iljrure Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. You see two chain mail coifs on the ground. You see two chain mail hauberks on the ground. A full metal helmet is on the ground. You see two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings on the ground. A metal breastplate is on the ground. There are two morningstars here. On the ground, there are four pairs of chain mail sleeves. On the ground, there are two pairs of ring mail leggings. On the ground, there are two plain cloaks. A light leather sling lies in the dust. You see two thin metal breastplates on the ground. A small oaken table has been set here. *Iljrurč the Orc* is here, fighting YOU. *Britney the Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is sitting here. *an Orc* is here, fighting YOU. *an Orc* is here, fighting YOU. Forin is here, fighting *an Orc* (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is standing here trying to concentrate. * W C HP:Wounded *an Orc*:Hurt>*an Orc* pounds your right arm hard. You feel a strong ache there! * W C HP:Bad *Iljrurč the Orc*:Awful> Trandour utters the words 'eugszr zzur' *Iljrurč the Orc* is mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided. * W C HP:Bad *Iljrurč the Orc*:Dying> You cleave *Iljrurč the Orc*'s body extremely hard and shatter it. Your victim is shocked by your hit! You feel more experienced. Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it! Your blood freezes as you hear *Iljrurč the Orc*'s death cry. *Iljrurč the Orc* has drawn his last breath! R.I.P. * W C HP:Bad *an Orc*:Fine>gac take all corpse You get a flask of orkish draught from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a flask of orkish draught from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a pair of snowshoes from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a stone from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a map of Bree from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a ruby ring from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a diamond ring from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a necklace of bones from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get an old length of iron chain from the corpse of *an Orc*. You get a shining breastplate from the corpse of *an Orc*. You can't get a hard leather cap, you are carrying too many items already. * W C HP:Bad *an Orc*:Fine>g key corpse * W C HP:Bad *an Orc*:Fine> You can't find a key in the corpse. *Jaron the Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Bad *an Orc*:Fine> Forin pounds *an Orc*'s head extremely hard. *Jaron the Orc* smites your body hard. * W C HP:Bad *an Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Bad *an Orc*:Hurt>unlock door open door *an Orc* gets a hard leather cap from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a shining pair of greaves from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a black pair of padded boots from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a thin pair of leather gloves from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a shining pair of vambraces from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a tower shield from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a fine grey cloak from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a leather backpack from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a violet orchid from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a keyring with a couple of keys and a set of lock picks from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets an engraved broadsword from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a broad silver belt from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a fragrant-smelling bag from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a butcher knife from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a sable pouch from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a sable pouch from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a weapon sheath from the corpse of *an Orc*. *an Orc* gets a pile of coins from the corpse of *an Orc*. You are rescued by Forin, you are confused! Your head stops stinging. *Jaron the Orc* smites Forin's right foot hard and tickles it. Forin pounds *an Orc*'s left arm extremely hard. [ Well crap! Since all this went pretty fast it looked like Jaron got the loot. ] * W C HP:Bad>You do not have the proper key for that. * W C HP:Bad>It seems to be locked. * W C HP:Bad>l *an Orc* sends Forin sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Bad>Poorly-Lit Room A bastard sword is on the ground. A broadsword lies here. On the ground, there are two chain mail coifs. There are two chain mail hauberks here. A full metal helmet is on the ground. There are two heavy pairs of chain mail leggings here. A metal breastplate is on the ground. On the ground, there are two morningstars. There are four pairs of chain mail sleeves here. On the ground, there are two pairs of ring mail leggings. You see two plain cloaks on the ground. A light leather sling lies in the dust. On the ground, there are two thin metal breastplates. The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here. A small oaken table has been set here. *Britney the Orc* is standing here. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *Jaron the Orc* is here, fighting Forin. *an Orc* is here, fighting Forin. Forin is sitting here (glowing). Trandour the Half-Elf is standing here. * W C HP:Bad> *an Orc* pounds Forin's left foot hard and tickles it. * W C HP:Bad>bash jaron *an Orc* pounds Forin's body very hard. rep jaron now *an Orc* approaches Forin, trying to pound him. *Britney the Orc* pounds Trandour's right arm hard and shatters it. Trandour slashes *Britney the Orc*'s left leg very hard. *Jaron the Orc* smites Forin's head very hard. *an Orc* pounds Forin's right foot very hard. Your bash at *Jaron the Orc* sends him sprawling. You cleave *Jaron the Orc*'s right leg extremely hard. Your victim is shocked by your hit! * W C HP:Bad *Jaron the Orc*:Hurt Forin:Wounded>t forin jaron har key tell trandour jaron now Ok. *an Orc* gives *Britney the Orc* an order. *Britney the Orc* has an indifferent look. Forin seems to have recovered his senses. Forin pounds *an Orc*'s left arm extremely hard. * W C HP:Bad *Jaron the Orc*:Hurt Forin:Wounded>Ok. * W C HP:Bad *Jaron the Orc*:Hurt Forin:Wounded>1 rescue trandour Heroically you come to Trandour's rescue! * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine>b bash *an Orc* pounds your right arm hard. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! Your bash at *Britney the Orc* sends her sprawling. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> You cleave *Britney the Orc*'s left foot very hard and tickle it. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine>t forin rescue Ok. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *Jaron the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> You dodge a bash from *an Orc* who loses his balance and falls. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine>kill jaron * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* stops resting, and clambers on his feet. Alas! You failed to reach him through the melee. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine>t forin jag är vbad Ok. Forin seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine>b d bash d Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny? Forin tells you 'slĺ honom' * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> You cleave *Britney the Orc*'s right foot very hard and tickle it. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *Britney the Orc* seems to have recovered her senses. * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *Britney the Orc* pounds your right leg hard and shatters it. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* pounds your right arm hard and shatters it. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Bad *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *Britney the Orc* pounds your right arm hard and shatters it. You feel a strong ache there! You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine> Your head stops stinging. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine> *Britney the Orc* heroically rescues *Jaron the Orc*. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded> Forin seems to have recovered his senses. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded>t forin rescue m awful Ok. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded> *an Orc* pounds your head hard and shatters it. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded> Forin pounds *Britney the Orc*'s right hand extremely hard. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded> You cleave *Britney the Orc*'s right hand hard and tickle it. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded>disen * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded> *Britney the Orc* pounds Forin's body very hard. * W C HP:Awful *Britney the Orc*:Fine Forin:Wounded>a chan mood aggre Ok. * W C HP:Awful *an Orc*:Fine> You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Awful *an Orc*:Fine>rep jaron tell trandour jaron Ok. * W C HP:Awful *an Orc*:Fine> You strongly cleave *an Orc*'s right arm and tickle it. * W C HP:Awful *an Orc*:Fine>b d bash d a *Britney the Orc* pounds Forin's right hand very hard. Your bash at *an Orc* sends him sprawling. * W C HP:Awful>chan mood aggre Ok. * W C HP:Awful> *Jaron the Orc* smites Forin's left foot very hard and shatters it. * W C HP:Awful> Forin seems to have recovered his senses. -Forin tries to e s c a p e-. * W C HP:Awful>cls Forin gets a blue scroll from a sable pouch. * W C HP:Awful>cls cas n 'cure light' You start to concentrate... Forin recites a blue scroll. Forin heals himself. -Forin tries to e s c a p e-. cls -Forin tries to e s c a p e-. Your scratches and bruises disappear. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Burning>cas n 'cure light' You start to concentrate... *an Orc* seems to have recovered his senses. Forin avoids being bashed by *an Orc* who loses his balance and falls. -Forin tries to e s c a p e-. cls Forin pounds *Britney the Orc*'s left foot hard and tickles it. Trandour slashes *Jaron the Orc*'s body and tickles it. Your scratches and bruises disappear. *an Orc* strongly pounds Forin's right arm and tickles it. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Hot>*an Orc* pounds Forin's head hard. cas n 'cure light' You start to concentrate... *Britney the Orc* sends Forin sprawling with a powerful bash. The white aura around your body fades. *Britney the Orc* pounds Forin's body very hard. Your scratches and bruises disappear. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>bash jaron cas n 'cure light' You start to concentrate... Trandour lightly slashes *Jaron the Orc*'s right leg and tickles it. *an Orc* stops resting, and clambers on his feet. Your scratches and bruises disappear. * W C HP:Bad Mana:Cold>*Jaron the Orc* smites Trandour's left arm extremely hard and shatters it. *an Orc* pounds Forin's body very hard. Trandour slashes *Jaron the Orc*'s left arm hard. *an Orc* quickly approaches, trying to pound you. *Britney the Orc* pounds Forin's head very hard. b d Forin seems to have recovered his senses. Forin seems to have recovered his senses. Forin tells you 'resc' Trandour slashes *Jaron the Orc*'s right leg very hard. Forin tells you 'resc' You cannot bash someone you aren't fighting! You cleave *an Orc*'s right foot extremely hard. * W C HP:Bad Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine>bash d *Jaron the Orc* sends Trandour sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Bad Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash. You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! *an Orc* pounds your right foot extremely hard and shatters it. You feel a strong ache there! You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! * W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine> *Britney the Orc* sends Forin sprawling with a powerful bash. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine>b d *an Orc* pounds Trandour's right hand extremely hard and shatters it. Trandour is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* falls down laughing. Your blood freezes as you hear Trandour's death cry. Trandour has drawn his last breath! R.I.P. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine> *an Orc* pounds your left arm extremely hard and shatters it. You are mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided. * W C HP:Dying Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine>bash d You are in a pretty bad shape, unable to do anything! * W C HP:Dying Mana:Cold *an Orc*:Fine> You are dead! Sorry... o W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>l Halls of Mandos A large fountain, made from grey stone, pours water from its centre. A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here. A Warning Sign for new players is here. Quandar the Half-Elf is SLEEPING here. Erafwen the Elf is standing here. Trandour the Half-Elf is SLEEPING here. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>rest You are already resting. * W C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>stat OB: 115%, DB: -32%, PB: 0%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 0. Mood: wimpy. Needed: 264,461 xp, 0 tp. Gold: 0. Alert: normal. [ Close, but not close enough... :) Jaron was bad. ]