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Chamber of the Trolls
There are two green slime molds here.
Dreadnought the Cave Troll is sleeping here.

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515/515 hit, and 123/123 moves.

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This Troll stands tall, looking like the greatest of all the fell beasts
bred by Sauron in the Warrens. His yellow eyes shine with an inner light,
betraying the fearsome spirit encased in an evil body. His skin is grey
and yet his form is darker still, a smoky haze surrounding it as he twists
and perverts his shape. A great maw containing wickedly serrated fangs 
leaves you in no doubt that to fight this beast would be an extraordinarliy
poor decision. 
You PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!

Dreadnought is a youthful male Troll.
Dreadnought the Troll Warrior has some big nasty scratches.

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515/515 hit, and 123/123 moves.

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OB: 95%, DB: 20%, PB: 63%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 0. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 570,624 xp, 0 tp. Gold: 0. Alert: normal.

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You are already standing.

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515/515 hit, and 123/123 moves.

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OB: 95%, DB: 20%, PB: 63%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 0. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 570,624 xp, 0 tp. Gold: 0. Alert: normal.

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A Deserted Cave
A dangerous looking scimitar is lying on the ground.
A broadsword lies here.
A butcher knife is lying here. 
A forest-green cloak lies here, cleverly camouflaged in this environment.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
The petrified statue of the Great Olog Trix stands here forevermore.
A brass lantern has been set on the ground.
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
A pair of ringmail leggings are lying here.
You see three rings on the ground.
A small, leather-bound book has been left here.
A wrapped piece of candy is here.
A spiked collar, made from iron, lies here.
A spiked war club lies on the ground here.
You see two stones on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of a grey troll is lying here.
The corpse of a grey troll is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
A pair of smooth boots lies on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A noticeable crack runs down one of the walls.
Grinder is here, fighting *Ginlon the Noldorin Elf*.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, fighting Grinder.
*a Man* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is sitting here mending his weapon.
*Fildur the Dwarf* is standing here.
*Grunganator the Dwarf* is standing here (Typing a message).
*Fyrêstár the Noldorin Elf* is standing here.
*Elaviel the Silvan Elf* is standing here.
*Elina the Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Man* is standing here trying to concentrate.
Exits: West.
*Fyrêstár the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C>*Elaviel the Silvan Elf* joins *Ginlon the Noldorin Elf*'s fight.
A Deserted Cave
A dangerous looking scimitar is lying on the ground.
A broadsword lies here.
A butcher knife is lying here. 
A forest-green cloak lies here, cleverly camouflaged in this environment.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
The petrified statue of the Great Olog Trix stands here forevermore.
A brass lantern has been set on the ground.
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
A pair of ringmail leggings are lying here.
You see three rings on the ground.
A small, leather-bound book has been left here.
A wrapped piece of candy is here.
A spiked collar, made from iron, lies here.
A spiked war club lies on the ground here.
You see two stones on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of a grey troll is lying here.
The corpse of a grey troll is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
A pair of smooth boots lies on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A noticeable crack runs down one of the walls.
Grinder is here, fighting *Ginlon the Noldorin Elf*.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, fighting Grinder.
*a Man* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is sitting here mending his weapon.
*Fildur the Dwarf* is standing here.
*Grunganator the Dwarf* is standing here (Typing a message).
*Fyrêstár the Noldorin Elf* is standing here trying to concentrate.
*Elaviel the Silvan Elf* is here, fighting Grinder.
*Elina the Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Man* is standing here trying to concentrate.
Grinder says 'I will rip your heart out, Elaviel!'
*Elaviel the Silvan Elf* tries to pierce Grinder, but she parries successfully.

* W C>Goodbye, friend.. Come back soon!

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