*>look
Mossy Path
There is some snow on the ground.
Tindomerel the Elf is standing here.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Prosit is standing here.
Korf is here, riding a mountain mule.
*>
Prosit nods solemnly.
*>
Scrape narrates 'any newbiedwarves wanna hunt near bm?'
*>score
460/460 hit, 74/74 mana, and 159/159 moves.
*>stat
OB: 150%, DB: 38%, PB: 47%, Armour: 49%. Wimpy: 220. Mood: aggressive.
Needed: 1,619,417 xp, 0 tp. Gold: 612. Alert: normal.
[No attackspells] Target: *man* Door: door
Affected by:
- bless
- noquit
- novoid
*>
Prosit gets an engraved broadsword from a leather backpack.
*>tto
TARGET: *orc*
*>
Prosit stops using a great warsword.
Prosit masterfully draws an engraved broadsword.
Tindomerel begins some strange incantations...
*>
Prosit gets a bejewelled shield from a leather backpack.
*>
Prosit binds a bejewelled shield on his arm.
*>
Prosit puts a great warsword in a leather backpack.
*>ttm
TARGET: *man*
*>
Vincenzo narrates 'drool klum'
*>
Tindomerel utters the word 'safhar'
The exit up seems to blur for a while.
A shimmering wall of colours has appeared floating above the ground, giving
only hints to the other side of it.
*>swicl
[rem cloak]
[get cloak backpack]
[wea cloak]
[put cloak backpack]
You stop using a forest green cloak.
Tindomerel leaves up.
Cave
You see two battle axes on the ground.
A coach ticket lies on the ground.
A large mace, with unholy spikes protruding from its top, lies here.
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A brass lantern has been set on the ground.
A large metal shield is on the ground.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
There are three metal breastplates here.
A pair of chain mail leggings are lying here.
A pair of ringmail sleeves are lying here.
A ring, with a runic inscription. It looks very old.
A small metal shield is on the ground.
A hefty stone club is on the ground.
A very large wooden club is on the ground.
A wooden shield is on the ground.
A saddle lies here on the ground.
A saddle lies here on the ground.
A half-decayed corpse of a goblin lies rotting on the ground.
A half-rotten corpse is hanging here.
A huge olog-hai troll is here staring blankly at you.
A young and vicious olog-hai eagerly awaits intruders.
*a Man* is standing here.
You don't see any more snow here.
A vicious olog-hai yells 'Fn Ejf, ogf sLne Trraraf auj peau dk Carg!'
*>
You get a fine grey cloak from a leather backpack.
*>look
Tindomerel begins some strange incantations...
You wear a fine grey cloak about your body.
A vicious olog-hai crushes Tindomerel's right arm and tickles it.
*>ktt
[kill *man*]
Prosit slashes *a Man*'s right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You put a forest green cloak in a leather backpack.
*>Cave
There are two battle axes here.
A coach ticket lies on the ground.
A large mace, with unholy spikes protruding from its top, lies here.
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A brass lantern has been set on the ground.
A large metal shield is on the ground.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
You see three metal breastplates on the ground.
A pair of chain mail leggings are lying here.
A pair of ringmail sleeves are lying here.
A ring, with a runic inscription. It looks very old.
A small metal shield is on the ground.
A hefty stone club is on the ground.
A very large wooden club is on the ground.
A wooden shield is on the ground.
A saddle lies here on the ground.
A saddle lies here on the ground.
A half-decayed corpse of a goblin lies rotting on the ground.
A half-rotten corpse is hanging here.
A huge olog-hai troll is here staring blankly at you.
A vicious olog-hai is here, fighting Tindomerel.
*a Man* is here, fighting Prosit.
Tindomerel the Elf is here, fighting a vicious olog-hai.
Prosit is here, fighting *a Man*.
*>ktt
[kill *man*]
*>
You cleave *a Man*'s right leg extremely hard and shatter it.
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *a Man*'s death cry.
*a Man* is dead! R.I.P.
[get coins corpse]
*>
Tindomerel panics, and attempts to flee.
Tindomerel leaves south.
Ardent narrates 'I do Scrape!'
*>