Mume.net - LOG: Tharbad overpopulation

Morthe opens the gate.

* R>* R>
Inside the North Gate of Tharbad
An arrow lies on the ground.
The corpse of the thief is lying here.
A secretary is sitting at the desk.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A domesticated pony, beast of burden to many, stands here.
*a Man* is here, riding a mountain mule.         
*a grim Man* is here, resting on the warhorse.
Exits: North South.

* R>* R>em says '2'
Ok.
Morthe closes the gate.

* R>* R>
Morthe tries to slash *a Man*, but he parries successfully.
The guard screams 'Morthe and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...

* R>* R>
Rossner narrates 'all that shit that loads in scaly's stomach was what the guy
who died was wearing??'

* R>* R>
*a Man* opens the gate.

* R>
The guard screams 'Morthe and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...

* R>bm
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* leaves north riding a mountain mule.

* R>* R>bash *man*
Morthe begins some strange incantations...

*a grim Man* stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

Morthe utters the words 'diesilla barh'
*a grim Man* staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by Morthe hits him.
The guard screams 'Morthe and Iranon stop fighting!'
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...

The guard closes the gate.
The guard locks the gate.
The guard says 'Who left the gate open?'

bm
*a grim Man* lightly slashes Morthe's right arm and tickles it.

Your bash at *a grim Man* sends him sprawling. //Yess!
You strongly smite *a grim Man*'s right foot.

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>bash *man*
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>
The guard screams 'Aragazt! stop fighting Iranon!'  //Like hell...
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...
The day has begun.

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>
The guard stops using a lantern.
The guard stops using a lantern.
The guard stops using a lantern.
The guard stops using a lantern.
The Secretary stops using a lantern.

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>
Morthe begins some strange incantations...

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>smi
You smite *a grim Man*'s left arm extremely hard and shatter it. //Hey, my 2h sword kicks ass!

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>
You smile happily.

* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Hurt Morthe:Fine>
Morthe utters the word 'pabraw'
Morthe raises his voice and ancient powers make *a grim Man* twist in pain.
//That was painful, i think.

* R *a grim Man*:Awful Morthe:Fine>* R *a grim Man*:Awful Morthe:Fine> 
The guard screams 'Aragazt! stop fighting Iranon!'
The guard stops your fight!

* R>* R>
Morthe slashes *a grim Man*'s head very hard and shatters it.
*a grim Man* dismounts from the warhorse, and stops riding him.
*a grim Man* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.

* R>* R>
*a grim Man* seems to have recovered his senses.
The guard screams 'Morthe and Iranon stop fighting!'
The guard interposes himself and stops the fight.

* R>bm
bash *man*

The guard screams 'Morthe and Iranon stop fighting!'
The guard interposes himself and stops the fight.

Ugh narrates 'zig at road to fnost!'

Morthe narrates 'iranon irp' 

You hear a *click* in a lock.

*a grim Man* doesn't recover from your bash; he is dead. 
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *Iranon the Black Numenorean*'s death cry.
*Iranon the Black Numenorean* is dead! R.I.P.

* R>get coins corpse
The gate is opened from the other side.

* R>* R>*a Man* has arrived from the north riding a mountain mule. 
You get a fortune in gold from the corpse of *a Man*.
There was 186 gold coins, 10 silver pennies, and 26 copper pennies. //My, that is a lot of gold

* R>* R>
*a Man* swiftly dodges Morthe's attempt to slash him.
*a Man* closes the gate.

* R>
*a Man* locks the gate.

* R>* R>
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* R>* R>
Morthe begins some strange incantations...

* R>smi
You smile happily.

The guard screams 'Morthe and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...

* R>bm

Vegas narrates 'rip?'
Delilah narrates 'clap'

* R>* R>bash *man*

The guard screams 'Morthe and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard interposes himself and stops the fight.

Morthe utters the word 'pabraw'
Morthe raises his voice and ancient powers make *a Man* twist in pain. //Nice
The guard screams 'Morthe and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard interposes himself and stops the fight.

Your bash at *a Man* sends him sprawling. //Looking good.
You smite *a Man*'s left arm very hard.

* R *a Man*:Hurt>* R *a Man*:Hurt>
The guard screams 'Aragazt and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...

* R *a Man*:Hurt>* R *a Man*:Hurt>
Olive narrates 'nice nice'
Hollow narrates 'nice'

* R *a Man*:Hurt>bm

Vegas narrates 'yeah yeah yeah'

* R *a Man*:Hurt>* R *a Man*:Hurt>bash *man*
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

* R *a Man*:Hurt>* R *a Man*:Hurt>
Morthe begins some strange incantations...

* R *a Man*:Hurt>* R *a Man*:Hurt>
Morthe utters the word 'pabraw'

* R *a Man*:Hurt>bm
bash *man*
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

The guard has revealed Connavan!  

* R *a Man*:Hurt>* R *a Man*:Hurt>
*a Man* seems to have recovered his senses.
The guard screams 'Aragazt and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard tries to stop the fight, but fails...

* R *a Man*:Hurt>bm

*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
Morthe tries to slash *a Man*, but he parries successfully.

* R *a Man*:Hurt>
*a Man* pouts. //Damn right!

* R *a Man*:Hurt>bm
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
bash *man*

bm
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
The guard screams 'Aragazt and Granvil stop fighting!'
The guard interposes himself and stops the fight.

*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
Your victim has disappeared!
*a Man* leaves south riding a mountain mule.
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>* R>bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>* R>
Before the North Gate of Tharbad
Exits: North East South West.

* R>'nice
em says 'nice'
Ok.

* R>* R>
Inside the North Gate of Tharbad
An arrow lies on the ground.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of the thief is lying here.
A secretary is sitting at the desk.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A domesticated pony, beast of burden to many, stands here.
A large warhorse is standing
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
Connavan the Beorning is standing here.
Exits: North South.

* R>* R>
Morthe nods solemnly.

* R>exa corpse
Morthe licks his mouth and smiles.
The warhorse says 'YAA! Cehfasen! Yau hall puu befara yaul piva.'
Connavan swiftly dodges the warhorse's attempt to hit him.

* R>* R>Connavan chuckles politely.
corpse (here) : 
a quiver
a water skin
a gem-inlaid knife (dented)
a broad silver belt
a longsword (brand new)
a keyring with a key and a set of lock picks
a forest green cloak (brand new)
a metal wall shield (brand new)
a pair of high boots (used)
a hard leather cap (used)
a thin, soft leather jerkin (used)
a red ruby; it has a soft glowing aura
a large sack
a fine grey cloak (used)
a stone
an ash arrow
an ash arrow
an ash arrow
an orkish shortbow
a canoe
an arrow
an arrow
an aran arrow
an arrow
an arrow
an arrow
an arrow
an arrow

The guard heroically rescues Connavan.

* R>* R>
The guard joins the guard's fight.

* R>* R>
The warhorse hits the guard's head and tickles it.

* R>* R>
Connavan H'Taed murmers:  my arrows

* R>* R>
Connavan smiles happily.
The guard joins the guard's fight.

* R>* R>
The guard slashes the warhorse's body very hard.
The guard slashes the warhorse's left hindleg extremely hard.

* R>* R>
Connavan bows before Morthe.

* R>* R>
Morthe says 'soon'

* R>* R>
The guard slashes the warhorse's body hard.

* R>* R>
The guard joins the guard's fight.
The guard slashes the warhorse's right foreleg.

* R>* R>
The guard strongly slashes the warhorse's body.

* R>* R>
Morthe says 'granvil hurt'

* R>* R>
The guard slashes the warhorse's body very hard and shatters it.

* R>* R>
Connavan nods solemnly.
The guard slashes the warhorse's head hard and shatters it.

* R>* R>
The warhorse lightly hits the guard's left foot and tickles it.

* R>* R>
The guard slashes the warhorse's body hard and shatters it.

* R>* R>
The guard strongly slashes the warhorse's left hindleg and shatters it.

* R>'that was very nice

he guard slashes the warhorse's body very hard and shatters it.

* R>* R>em says 'that was very nice'
Ok.

* R>* R>
The guard strongly slashes the warhorse's body and shatters it.
The warhorse is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.

* R>* R>
The guard slashes the warhorse's right forefoot extremely hard and shatters it.
Your blood freezes as you hear the warhorse's death cry.
The warhorse is dead! R.I.P.

* R>get coins corpse
You can't find a coins in the corpse.
Connavan H'Taed murmers:  i stabbed iranon :P 

* R>lok
look
Inside the North Gate of Tharbad
An arrow lies on the ground.
The corpse of the warhorse is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of the thief is lying here.
A secretary is sitting at the desk.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A domesticated pony, beast of burden to many, stands here.
Connavan the Beorning is standing here.
Morthe the Dwarf is here, riding a mountain mule.

* R>
Morthe drinks water from a large skin.

* R>* R>
Morthe says 'yes'

* R>* R>
Connavan H'Taed murmers:  nice wps

* R>* R>
You hear a *click* in a lock.

* R>'i loved it ;)
em says 'i loved it ;)'
Ok.

* R>* R>
Connavan H'Taed murmers:  no xp tho

* R>* R>
The gate is opened from the other side.

* R>* R>
Connavan H'Taed murmers:  you got 

* R>* R>
Ailwon has arrived from the north riding the warhorse.
Antar has arrived from the north riding a pack horse.

* R>* R>
Ailwon leaves south riding the warhorse.
Antar leaves south riding a pack horse.

* R>* R>
Connavan closes the gate.

* R>* R>
Darkangel narrates 'blixt ok?'

* R>* R>
*a Man* has arrived from the south riding a mountain mule.
Connavan locks the gate.

* R>* R>
*a Man* leaves south riding a mountain mule.

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

* R>* R>
*a Man* has arrived from the south riding a mountain mule.

* R>* R>
*a Man* gets a war arrow from the corpse of the thief. //Nice spamlooting, wrong corpse!
*a Man* gets a war arrow from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a war arrow from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a war arrow from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a black shirt from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a black hood from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a black pair of pants from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a thin pair of soft leather boots from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a thin pair of leather gloves from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a black cloak from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a rapier from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets a black leather belt from the corpse of the thief.
*a Man* gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.

* R>* R>
*a Man* leaves south riding a mountain mule.

* R>* R>
Connavan H'Taed murmers:  i stab shadow? //What shadow?

* R>bm
bash *man*
I see no *man* here.
Saving Aragazt.

* R>lick
Morthe giggles.
You lick your mouth and smile.

* R>* R>
Connavan leaves south.

* R>'spamlooter! //At this point i thought that Granvil looted the stuff from Iranon's corpse
em says 'spamlooter!'
Ok.

* R>* R>
Morthe says 'bash him'

* R>ye dammit, dont spamloot! 
Ok.

* R>nod
You nod solemnly.

* R>* R>
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a canoe from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an orkish shortbow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an ash arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an ash arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets an ash arrow from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a stone from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a fine grey cloak from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a large sack from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a red ruby from the corpse of *a Man*.

* R>trophy #
Morthe puts a thin pair of metal gauntlets in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a forest green cloak in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a cave-bear fur in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a broadsword in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a canoe in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an orkish shortbow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an ash arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an ash arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts an ash arrow in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a stone in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a fine grey cloak in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a large sack in a leather backpack.
Morthe puts a red ruby in a leather backpack.

		*** TROPHY *** (Number Killed, Knowledge, Mobile)


|   1,  0%,  #Iranon        |   1,  0%,  #Almacar                  |

* R>* R>
Morthe gets a thin, soft leather jerkin from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a hard leather cap from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a pair of high boots from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a metal wall shield from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a forest green cloak from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a keyring with a key and a set of lock picks from the corpse of *a
Man*.
Morthe gets a longsword from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a broad silver belt from the corpse of *a Man*
Morthe gets a gem-inlaid knife from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a water skin from the corpse of *a Man*.
Morthe gets a quiver from the corpse of *a Man*.

* R>* R>
Kah narrates 'Anyone around level 8-10 like to xp? preferably a buffer :)'
Morthe licks his mouth and smiles.

* R>* R>
Morthe nods solemnly.

* R>* R>
*a Man* has arrived from the south riding a mountain mule.

* R>* R>
*a Man* unlocks the gate. //Damn, bn's should not be allowed to have keys!

* R>* R>
*a Man* opens the gate.
Kah narrates 'around gh'

* R>* R>
*a Man* leaves north riding a mountain mule.

* R>* R>
The gate closes quietly.

* R>
You hear a *click* in a lock.

* R>* R>
Connavan has arrived from the south.

* R>'damn
em says 'damn'
Ok.

* R>lok
look
Inside the North Gate of Tharbad
An arrow lies on the ground.
The corpse of the warhorse is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of the thief is lying here.
A secretary is sitting at the desk.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A Guard is here looking suspiciously at everyone passing.
A domesticated pony, beast of burden to many, stands here.
Morthe the Dwarf is here, riding a mountain mule.
Connavan the Beorning is standing here.
Connavan looks around slowly as if looking for something hidden in the room.

* R>* R>
Morthe says 'oki oki easy'

* R>whoi iranon
Iranon Labac is a level thirty-one Black Numenorean Mercenary. //Oh yeah, was a nice kill

Total pkills:   303 
Unique pkills:  224

//Now things turn around a bit(cut some spam)...

* R HP:Fine>
*a Man* utters the word 'zabrahpdjatz' //storequakes, gotta love em!
*a Man* makes the earth tremble and shiver.
You fall, and hit yourself!

* R HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine Morthe:Fine>bm
bash *man*

bm
Connavan narrates 'grim man back'
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
Your victim has disappeared!
*a Man* leaves south.

* R HP:Hurt>bash *man*
I see no *man* here.

//Some spam.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Fine>
hit *man*
You strongly smite *a Man*'s body.
Ramiris begins some strange incantations...
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Fine>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Fine>
Morthe utters the words 'diesilla barh'

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
Ramiris utters the words 'mosailla paieg'

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
Morthe begins some strange incantations...
Ramiris begins some strange incantations...
*a Man* utters the word 'zabrahpdjatz' 
*a Man* makes the earth tremble and shiver.
You fall, and hit yourself!
*a Man* dismounts from a pony, and stops riding him.
That really HURT!
You suddenly notice Mayavi.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
A pony panics, and attempts to flee.
A pony panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
A mountain mule throws you off in panic!

* HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>* HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
*a Man* utters the word 'zabrahpdjatz'
*a Man* makes the earth tremble and shiver.
You fall, and hit yourself!
Your blood freezes as you hear a pony's death cry.
A pony is dead! R.I.P.
A pack horse is mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.
A mountain mule panics, and throws Morthe off
A mountain mule panics, and attempts to flee.
A mountain mule leaves east.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>get coins corpse

a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* leaves east.
Morthe panics, and attempts to flee.
Morthe leaves south.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
You can't find a coins in the corpse.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
*a Man* has arrived from the east.
Mayavi leaves north.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Ramiris begins some strange incantations...

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>e
*a Man* leaves north.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>Inside a Small Stone Building
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here. //What, who died?
The corpse of the assassin master is lying here. //*Shrug*
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
Exits: West.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>w
Approaching the North Gate of Tharbad
The corpse of a pony is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of the Beggar is lying here.
Ramiris the Elf is here, riding a pack horse.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: North East South.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Ramiris dismounts from a pack horse, and stops riding him.
Ramiris leaves north.

* HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>w
Ramiris has arrived from the north.
*a Man* utters the word 'zabrahpdjatz'
*a Man* makes the earth tremble and shiver.
You fall, and hit yourself!
Your blood freezes as you hear a pack horse's death cry.
A pack horse is dead! R.I.P.
*Vanor the Black Numenorean* has arrived from the north riding the trained
horse. //Tharbad is overpopulated!

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>get coins corpse
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You smite *a Man*'s head extremely hard and shatter it. //Again, my 2h sword kicks ass!

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>
You can't find a coins in the corpse.

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>
Forlinbain narrates '6:23pm mume time'
*Vanor the Black Numenorean* leaves south riding the trained horse.

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>
Morthe has arrived from the south.

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>
Ramiris panics, and attempts to flee.
Ramiris panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>
*Vanor the Black Numenorean* has arrived from the south riding the trained
horse.
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Hurt>
You flee head over heels. //Autoflee
Outside the North Gate of Tharbad
Exits: North South.
The clouds begin to disappear.

* HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>f
You flee head over heels. 
//Manual flee(pressed f almost the same time as my autoflee kicked in) 
Approaching the North Gate of Tharbad  //Figures, huh? 
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of a pony is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of the Beggar is lying here.
*a Man* is standing here.
Morthe the Dwarf is standing here trying to concentrate.
Ramiris the Elf is standing here.
Exits: North East South.
You begin to see some clouds.
*a Man* utters the word 'zabrahpdjatz' 
*a Man* makes the earth tremble and shiver.
You fall, and hit yourself!
That really HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! //Really?

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Ramiris:Wounded>w
Ramiris panics, and attempts to flee.
Ramiris leaves south.

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Morthe:Wounded>* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Morthe:Wounded>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Morthe:Wounded>* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt Morthe:Wounded>
Morthe panics, and attempts to flee.
Morthe leaves south.
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...  //Uh-oh

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>w
Ramiris has arrived from the south.

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>* HP:Bad Mana:Hot *a Man*:Hurt>
You flee head over heels. //Good idea...
On the Road to Tharbad
A Large Sign is standing here.
Exits: North East South West.

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot>Road to Tharbad
A smuggler is here, angry at having been seen.
Exits: North East South West.

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot>* HP:Bad Mana:Hot>
The earth trembles and shivers. //Whew, that would have killed me

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The smuggler lightly pierces your left hand. //Just what i need!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much! 
You flee head over heels.

In a Thick Hedgerow at the meeting of two Waterways //Nice name for a room ;)
Exits: North South West.

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot>whe
Players in your zone
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Ramiris              - Plain Before a Low Hill
Aragazt              - In a Thick Hedgerow at the meeting of two Waterways

* HP:Bad Mana:Hot>sco
43/294 hit, 46/83 mana, and 138/140 moves. //That IS bad!
Exits: North East South West.