###Venturing west of Bree, not really knowing where I was going...
A Deep Dike
On the far side of this deep dike you see a huge wall that used to mark the
boundaries of a kingdom. This kingdom is now in ruins and is buried
beneath the hills of the downs. The line you saw previously, was that of
a line of bushes that has grown along the edge of this dike. Travelling
along side this wall you find a exit big enough to walk through to the other
side.
Exits: East West.
*>
Hole in the Wall
You're walking through the thick wall that used to mark the boundaries to an
old and almost forgotten about kingdom from long ago.
You realize there
must be a sad tale about why only the wall remains, but you think it's best
to never ask someone to tell you the story.
Exits: North East South West.
*>
The silverdoor seems to be closed.
The silverdoor is closed.
The Goldendoor is closed.
*>
Danri narrates 'bye mume'
###I start to bash silverdoor, just out of curiosity:
*>bash
*a dreadful Orc* has arrived from the west riding a hungry warg.
*an Orc* has arrived from the west riding a hungry warg.
*a dreadful Orc* has arrived from the west riding a hungry warg.
*> sil ###I'm not done typing yet...
*a dreadful Orc* pounds your body extremely hard and shatters it.
That really HURT!
* HP:Fine *a dreadful Orc*:Fine>
*a dreadful Orc* pounds your right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
That really HURT!
You barely slash *a dreadful Orc*'s right leg and tickle it.
* HP:Hurt *a dreadful Orc*:Fine>
*an Orc* pounds your right hand extremely hard and shatters it.
Bash who or what ?eadful Orc*:Fine>flee
u are fighting for your life!:Fine>w
No way!
You are fighting for your life!
No way!
You are fighting for your life!
* HP:Wounded *a dreadful Orc*:Fine>flNo way!
You are fighting for your life!
*an Orc* pounds your head extremely hard and shatters it.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* HP:Bad *a dreadful Orc*:Fine>ee
You flee head over heels.
A Deep Dike
On the far side of this deep dike you see a huge wall that used to mark the
boundaries of a kingdom. This kingdom is now in ruins and is buried
beneath the hills of the downs. The line you saw previously, was that of
a line of bushes that has grown along the edge of this dike. Travelling
along side this wall you find a exit big enough to walk through to the other
side.
Exits: East West.
###Yes, I finally flee! But I didn't realize it yet with all the
spam and the bit of lag I had, so:
* HP:Bad>
You flee head over heels.
Hole in the Wall
You're walking through the thick wall that used to mark the boundaries to an
old and almost forgotten about kingdom from long ago.
You realize there
must be a sad tale about why only the wall remains, but you think it's best
to never ask someone to tell you the story.
*a dreadful Orc*, wielding an ornate, steel-shafted warhammer, is here, riding
a hungry warg.
A hungry warg is standing here, ridden by *a dreadful Orc*.
*an Orc*, wielding an ornate, steel-shafted warhammer, is here, riding a
hungry warg.
A hungry warg is standing here, ridden by *an Orc*.
*a dreadful Orc*, wielding an ornate, steel-shafted warhammer, is here, riding
a hungry warg.
A hungry warg is standing here, ridden by *a dreadful Orc*.
Exits: North East South West.
###Great place to flee to, now for something even dumber...
* HP:Bad>w
*a dreadful Orc* leaves east riding a hungry warg.
*an Orc* leaves east riding a hungry warg.
*a dreadful Orc* leaves east riding a hungry warg.
* HP:Bad>w
*a dreadful Orc* has arrived from the east riding a hungry warg.
*an Orc* has arrived from the east riding a hungry warg.
*a dreadful Orc* has arrived from the east riding a hungry warg.
w*a dreadful Orc* quickly approaches, trying to pound you.
*a dreadful Orc* quickly approaches, trying to pound you.
No way!
You are fighting for your life!
*an Orc* quickly approaches, trying to pound you.
wNo way!
You are fighting for your life!
*a dreadful Orc* pounds your right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You are incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
You feel a strong ache there!
You are dead! Sorry...
wNah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
* HP:Awful>narNah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
* HP:Awful> Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
You try to narrate, but your voice is swallowed by the thick air surrounding
you.
Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
* HP:Awful>w
Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
* HP:Awful>
Anyway, that's the hazard of playing MUME. At least they could've been named
orcs; then I wouldn't feel so bad about my pathetic level 10 self.