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Old Ruins
The corpse of the swarm of blow-flies is lying here.
The corpse of the swarm of blow-flies is lying here.
*a Man* is here, riding the warhorse.
*an Elf* is standing here.
*a noble Elf* is standing here (Shrouded).
Exits: North ^East^ ^South^ West Down.
*>bm
Taia has arrived from the south.
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*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
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Taia leaves north.
*>bash *man*
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?
*>be
bash *elf*
*a Man* seems to have recovered his senses.
*a Man* pounds your head extremely hard.
*an Elf* utters the words 'qarr diesilla'
A loud crack of thunder can be heard as *an Elf* calls down lightning on you.
That really HURT!
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*a noble Elf* giggles. <<<<<------ BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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*a noble Elf* utters the words 'qarr diesilla'
*a noble Elf* calls down lightning from the sky, killing you.
You are dead! Sorry...
Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
o HP:Awful>Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
