#i'm wounded from our previous visit in bree south gate and khwaj
#decides it's time to go in again :), cut out some eq spam

* W HP:Wounded>
Khwaj leaves north.  
You follow Khwaj.
Bree's South Gate
The corpse of a Bree gateguard is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree Guard is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree Guard is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree gateguard is lying here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A mercenary-guard is here, fighting Kakarot.
A sturdy trained horse is standing here.
A Bree Guard is here, fighting Kakarot.
The Gatekeeper is here, fighting Kakarot.
A Bree Guard is here, fighting Kakarot.
A Bree Guard is here, fighting Kakarot.
Kakarot the Mountain Troll is here, fighting a Bree Guard.
*a Man* is standing here.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle is standing here.
*a Woman* is standing here.
*a Hobbit* is standing here.
*Eldacil the Noldorin Elf* is standing here.
*Whity the Stoor Hobbit* is here, riding a mountain mule.
*a Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
*Ràin the Dwarf* is here, riding a mountain mule.
The Chief is here, fighting Kakarot.
A Bree Guard is here, fighting Kakarot.
Yellowbellie (yel) has arrived from the south.
Kreil has arrived from the south.
A Bree Guard stabs Kakarot's right foot and tickles it.

* W HP:Wounded>
The Gatekeeper hits Kakarot's left foot extremely hard and tickles it.

* W HP:Wounded>
Kakarot panics, and attempts to flee.
Kakarot leaves south.
Khwaj pounds *a Man*'s body extremely hard.
A Bree Guard approaches Yellowbellie (yel), trying to stab him.
A Bree Guard leaves north.

* W HP:Wounded>Kill *dwarf*
* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>
*Ràin the Dwarf* swiftly dodges your attempt to smite her.
*Whity the Stoor Hobbit* fails to hit Khwaj.

* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>
*Eldacil the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces Khwaj's head and tickles it.
A Bree Guard approaches Yellowbellie (yel), trying to pierce him.

* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>
*a Man* has arrived from the north riding a pack horse.
*Ràin the Dwarf* strongly pounds your left arm and tickles it.

bash
* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>
The Gatekeeper approaches Khwaj, trying to hit him.
A Bree gateguard has arrived from the north.
The Chief leaves north.

Kill *man*
* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>bash

A Bree Guard strongly stabs Yellowbellie (yel)'s head and tickles it.

* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* leaves north riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle leaves north.
*a Woman* leaves north.
*a Hobbit* leaves north.
*a Man* leaves north riding a trained horse.
You hear some apparently very close noise coming from the north.
A Bree Guard strongly stabs Yellowbellie (yel)'s right arm and tickles it.

Yellowbellie leaves north.
*a Man* lightly pierces Khwaj's left foot and tickles it.

A mercenary-guard cleaves Khwaj's left foot extremely hard and tickles it.

Kill *man*
bash
A Bree Guard joins a Bree gateguard's fight.

Nazgúm has arrived from the south.
A hobbit yells 'A Troll as here at Main Street!'

A Bree gateguard barely stabs Kreil's left foot and tickles it.

Mummo narrates 'ors rip'
*Ràin the Dwarf* pounds your left foot extremely hard.

*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* leaves south.
*Eldacil the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces Khwaj's body and tickles it.

Nazgúm leaves south.
Kreil sends a Bree gateguard sprawling with a powerful bash.

*a Man* has arrived from the south.
Khwaj swiftly dodges a mercenary-guard's attempt to cleave him.

As *Ràin the Dwarf* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground.
You fall to the ground. # I am still in whimpy mood since I tried to get out last time


* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>st

Gathrain has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>st
ok
*Ràin the Dwarf* pounds your left foot extremely hard.


* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>Do you not consider fighting as standing?
The Gatekeeper hits Khwaj's head extremely hard.

Gathrain slashes Khwaj's left foot very hard.
A mercenary-guard cleaves Khwaj's head and tickles it.

* W HP:Wounded *Ràin the Dwarf*:Fine>
Ok.
You flee head over heels. #my whimpy is smarter than me
Main Street		  
A butcher knife is lying here. 
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*an Elf* is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is here, riding a mountain mule.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A beautiful and docile horse is standing here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Exits: East South ^West^.

* W HP:Wounded>*an Elf* tries to pierce you, but your parry is successful.
Do you not consider fighting as standing?
A Bree Guard strongly pierces your right leg and tickles it.

* W HP:Wounded *an Elf*:Fine>Do you not consider fighting as standing?
Tzanck narrates 'do hhadow'

* W HP:Wounded *an Elf*:Fine>
You swiftly dodge a Bree Guard's attempt to stab you.
A mercenary-guard cleaves your right hand extremely hard.
You feel a strong ache there!

* W HP:Bad *an Elf*:Fine>
Mâlak narrates 'WU NEED ARL IN OL ALL OUT' #yeah, get in I could use a hand in here :)

* W HP:Bad *an Elf*:Fine>
You try to smite *an Elf*, but he parries successfully.
You swiftly dodge *an Elf*'s attempt to pierce you.

* W HP:Bad *an Elf*:Fine>
A Bree Guard has arrived from the south.
A Bree Guard leaves south.

* W HP:Bad *an Elf*:Fine>
flee			#hmm, i'm bad and inside bree, time to get out	
A mercenary-guard tries to cleave you, but your parry is successful.

* W HP:Bad *an Elf*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a great rat is lying here.
A hobbit is here walking around.
A citizen-mercenary is here, waiting for a job.
*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* is standing here.
A thief is waiting here to teach his art.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
An elderly herbalist is here, surrounded by a cloud of spice.
The Chief Guard is looking very upset.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^.
Norsu narrates 'CAN WE VIFPSH BREOE?'
A hobbit yells 'A Troll is here at Maan Street!'
The Mayor of Bree has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Bad>
*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* leaves east.
A hobbit tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.

* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You swiftly dodge a Citizen Mercenary's attempt to slash you.

* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>
An elderly herbalist tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.
The Chief lightly slashes your body and tickles it.
PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!
ARGH!!! FLEE FAILED

* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>s

A thief lightly slashes your right foot and tickles it.
A mercenary-guard cleaves your body hard.
You swiftly dodge the Mayor of Bree's attempt to hit you.
A Bree Guard has arrived from the east.

* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A Barman has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>
flee

*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* has arrived from the east.
A Bree Guard has arrived from the east.

* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>* W HP:Bad a hobbit:Healthy>
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
A pair of rigid leather gloves are lying here.
A plain pair of pants are on the ground.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Hobbit* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
*an Elf* is standing here (Shrouded).
A Guard of Bree stands here.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle is standing here.
*a Woman* is standing here.
*a Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
Exits: ^North^ East ^South^.
You suddenly notice *a Hobbit*.

* W HP:Bad>n  #hmm, had a thought for a second to try west gate, but I didn't know if it was broken

A Bree Guard has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Bad>
You swiftly dodge *a Man*'s attempt to smite you.
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A Bree Guard strongly pierces your right foot.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!
ARGH!!! FLEE FAILED

* W HP:Bad *a Man*:Hurt>n

*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* leaves north riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle leaves north.
*a Woman* leaves north.
*a Hobbit* leaves north.
The Mayor of Bree has arrived from the south.

* W HP:Bad *a Man*:Hurt>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W HP:Bad *a Man*:Hurt>
flee
n
Nazgúm narrates 'come IN s gete'
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* has arrived from the north riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle has arrived from the north.
*a Woman* has arrived from the north.
A White Eagle tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree Guard tries to stab you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf*'s blade starts to glow very brightly!

* W HP:Bad *a Man*:Hurt>*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* has arrived from the south.
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a great rat is lying here.
A hobbit is here walking around.
A citizen-mercenary is here, waiting for a job.
A thief is waiting here to teach his art.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
An elderly herbalist is here, surrounded by a cloud of spice.
The Chief Guard is looking very upset.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A barman watches you calmly, while skillfully mixing a drink.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^.
A mercenary-guard cleaves your head.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Bad a mercenary-guard:Healthy>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You swiftly dodge a thief's attempt to slash you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An elderly herbalist tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree Guard fails to stab you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree Guard leaves north.
Gathrain has arrived from the east.
A mercenary-guard fails to cleave you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!  #some nice dodging/parrying from a smiter :)

* W HP:Bad a mercenary-guard:Healthy>n

*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* has arrived from the north riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle has arrived from the north.
*a Woman* has arrived from the north.
*a Hobbit* has arrived from the north.
*a Man* has arrived from the north riding a trained horse.
You swiftly dodge Gathrain's attempt to slash you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
The Chief slashes your right foot.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Bad a mercenary-guard:Healthy>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
A pair of rigid leather gloves are lying here.
A plain pair of pants are on the ground.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Hobbit* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
*an Elf* is standing here (Shrouded).
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
The Mayor of Bree is standing here.
*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* is standing here.
Exits: ^North^ East ^South^.

* W HP:Bad>w

A Bree Guard quickly approaches, trying to pierce you.
The Mayor of Bree joins a Bree Guard's fight.
The Mayor of Bree hits your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Bad a Bree Guard:Fine>
flee
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W HP:Bad a Bree Guard:Fine>n
A Bree Guard quickly approaches, trying to stab you.

* W HP:Bad a Bree Guard:Fine>n
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a great rat is lying here.
A hobbit is here walking around.
A citizen-mercenary is here, waiting for a job.
A thief is waiting here to teach his art.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
An elderly herbalist is here, surrounded by a cloud of spice.
The Chief Guard is looking very upset.
A barman watches you calmly, while skillfully mixing a drink.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Gathrain, a retired Bree guard lives here, looking for pupils to train.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle is standing here.
*a Woman* is standing here.
*a Hobbit* is standing here.
*a Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^.
A White Eagle quickly approaches, trying to hit you.
A Bree Guard has arrived from the east.
A Bree Guard has arrived from the east.

* W HP:Bad a White Eagle:Fine>*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* leaves east riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
*a Woman* leaves east.
*a Hobbit* leaves east.
*a Man* leaves east riding a trained horse.
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A Bree Guard quickly approaches, trying to stab you. # all mobs in bree instahits me ;(
A hobbit tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You swiftly dodge a Citizen Mercenary's attempt to slash you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree gateguard has arrived from the east.

* W HP:Bad a White Eagle:Fine>e
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A mercenary-guard quickly approaches, trying to cleave you.
Gathrain quickly approaches, trying to slash you.
The Chief quickly approaches, trying to slash you.
A White Eagle tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Bad a White Eagle:Fine>n
*a Dwarf* has arrived from the north.
A mountain mule has arrived from the north.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* has arrived from the east riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
*a Woman* has arrived from the east.
*a Hobbit* has arrived from the east.
*a Man* has arrived from the east riding a trained horse.
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A Bree Guard bows before *a Woman*.
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
A butcher knife is lying here. 
A fragrant smelling bag is lying here.
You see four lanterns on the ground.
A pair of guardsman's pants lies here.
A pair of hard leather pants are lying here.
A pair of reinforced leather gloves are lying here.
A pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
A large piece of white cloth is on the ground.
On the ground, there are four plain leather belts.
A plain pair of pants are on the ground.
A plain shirt is on the ground.
On the ground, there are four rings.
A little stone lies on the ground.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A thick, soft leather jerkin is on the ground.
A thin pair of hard leather pants are lying here.
A thin pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
A thin pair of rigid leather sleeves are lying here.
On the ground, there are two water skins.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A quiver lies on the ground.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is here, riding a mountain mule.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A beautiful and docile horse is standing here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: East South ^West^.

* W HP:Bad>w
Alas, you cannot go that way...
A Bree Guard leaves west.

* W HP:Bad>Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a great rat is lying here.
A hobbit is here walking around.
A citizen-mercenary is here, waiting for a job.
A thief is waiting here to teach his art.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
An elderly herbalist is here, surrounded by a cloud of spice.
The Chief Guard is looking very upset.
A barman watches you calmly, while skillfully mixing a drink.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Gathrain, a retired Bree guard lives here, looking for pupils to train.
A White Eagle is standing here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree is here, watching the gate.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
*a Woman* is standing here.
*a Hobbit* is standing here.
*a Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^.   				 #lol quite a bunch of mobs and pukes :)
*a Woman* smites your right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You swiftly dodge a Barman's attempt to hit you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You swiftly dodge a Bree gateguard's attempt to stab you.
You wish tn
hat your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Bad *a Woman*:Fine>
Zé narrates 'brt'
You swiftly dodge a mercenary-guard's attempt to cleave you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You swiftly dodge a thief's attempt to slash you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You smite *a Woman*'s right leg extremely hard.  #Dont make me go agg :P

* W HP:Bad *a Woman*:Fine>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A hobbit quickly approaches, trying to hit you.
A Bree Guard quickly approaches, trying to stab you.
A Bree Guard has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Bad *a Woman*:Fine>w

*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* leaves east riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle leaves east.
*a Hobbit* leaves east.
*a Man* leaves east riding a trained horse.

* W HP:Bad *a Woman*:Fine>
flee
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
The Mayor of Bree has arrived from the north.
A Bree Guard tries to stab you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
A pair of rigid leather gloves are lying here.
A plain pair of pants are on the ground.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Hobbit* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
*an Elf* is standing here (Shrouded).
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Exits: ^North^ East ^South^.

* W HP:Bad>s
* W HP:Bad>s
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
*an Elf* is standing here trying to concentrate.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* is standing here.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^ West.

* W HP:Bad>s
s
Main Street
A pair of rigid leather gloves are lying here.
A plain pair of pants are on the ground.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Hobbit* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
*an Elf* is standing here (Shrouded).
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Exits: ^North^ East ^South^.
An elderly herbalist has arrived from the south.
A Bree Guard has arrived from the south.

* W HP:Bad>s
s
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a great rat is lying here.
A hobbit is here walking around.
A citizen-mercenary is here, waiting for a job.
A thief is waiting here to teach his art.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
The Chief Guard is looking very upset.
A barman watches you calmly, while skillfully mixing a drink.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Gathrain, a retired Bree guard lives here, looking for pupils to train.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree is here, watching the gate.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
*a Woman* is standing here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
The Mayor of Bree is standing here.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^.
*a Man* has arrived from the east.
A Bree Guard bows before *a Man*.
A thief strongly slashes your left leg.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Citizen Mercenary quickly approaches, trying to slash you.
A Bree Guard tries to stab you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A mercenary-guard quickly approaches, trying to cleave you.

* W HP:Awful a thief:Fine>No way! 
You are fighting for your life! 

#now I am beginning to realise that im gonne die

A Bree gateguard tries to stab you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree Guard quickly approaches, trying to stab you.
A Bree Guard leaves north.
A Bree Guard joins a Bree Guard's fight.
A Bree Guard tries to pierce you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A mercenary-guard cleaves your right foot.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Awful a thief:Fine>*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* has arrived from the east riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle has arrived from the east.
*a Man* has arrived from the east riding a trained horse.
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W HP:Awful a thief:Fine>
flee
s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
Gathrain leaves north.
A Citizen Mercenary tries to slash you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Awful a thief:Fine>s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You suddenly notice *a Hobbit*.

* W HP:Awful a thief:Fine>s
s
* W HP:Awful a thief:Fine>s
s
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
A pair of rigid leather gloves are lying here.
A plain pair of pants are on the ground.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Hobbit* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
*an Elf* is standing here (Shrouded).
A Guard of Bree stands here.
An elderly herbalist is here, surrounded by a cloud of spice.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
Gathrain, a retired Bree guard lives here, looking for pupils to train.
*Norglin the Eriadorian Man* is standing here.
Exits: ^North^ East ^South^.
A Bree Guard tries to stab you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
The Mayor of Bree has arrived from the south.
A Bree Guard leaves south.

* W HP:Awful a Bree Guard:Fine>s
s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
*Norglin the Eriadorian Man* leaves south.
The Mayor of Bree fails to hit you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You swiftly dodge Gathrain's attempt to slash you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Barman has arrived from the south.

* W HP:Awful a Bree Guard:Fine>s
s

flee
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A Bree Guard leaves east.

* W HP:Awful a Bree Guard:Fine>s
s
s
s
s
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
An elderly herbalist tries to hit you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree gateguard has arrived from the south.
A thief has arrived from the south.
A mercenary-guard has arrived from the south.
A mercenary-guard has arrived from the south.

* W HP:Awful a Bree Guard:Fine>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You swiftly dodge a Barman's attempt to hit you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You flee head over heels.
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a great rat is lying here.
A hobbit is here walking around.
A citizen-mercenary is here, waiting for a job.
The Chief Guard is looking very upset.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
*a Woman* is standing here.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
*a Man* is standing here.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle is standing here.
*a Hobbit* is standing here.
*a Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
A Guard of Bree stands here.
*Norglin the Eriadorian Man* is standing here.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^.

* W HP:Awful>s
Alas, you cannot go that way...
*a Woman* smites your left foot extremely hard and shatters it.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*a Man* leaves north.
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* leaves north riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
*Norglin the Eriadorian Man* leaves north.
A White Eagle leaves north.
*a Hobbit* leaves north.
*a Man* leaves north riding a trained horse.
A hobbit yells 'A Troll is here at Main Street!'
A Citizen Mercenary quickly approaches, trying to slash you.

* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>s
s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
A Bree Guard barely stabs your body and tickles it.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree Guard joins a Bree Guard's fight.
A Bree Guard leaves north.
A Bree Guard strongly pierces your right foot and shatters it.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
The Chief barely slashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Bree Guard joins a Bree Guard's fight.
You swiftly dodge a Bree Guard's attempt to stab you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

#taking quite a beating on awful here, i just love troll hp

* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>
flee
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
*Ginlon the Noldorin Elf* has arrived from the north riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
A White Eagle has arrived from the north.
*a Man* has arrived from the north riding a trained horse.
*Darkangel the Rohir Woman* has arrived from the north.
A hobbit fails to hit you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
The Mayor of Bree has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>s
s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
*a Man* has arrived from the north.

* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>s
s
* W HP:Awful *a Woman*:Fine>s
s
You flee head over heels.   #and I flee east :), now just spam south idiot, i had no clue where i was
Main Street
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
A quiver lies on the ground.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is here, riding a mountain mule.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A beautiful and docile horse is standing here.
Exits: East South ^West^.

* W HP:Awful>s
Bree's South Gate
On the ground, there are seven wooden shields.
The corpse of a Bree gateguard is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree Guard is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree Guard is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree gateguard is lying here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A mercenary-guard is on sentry here.
A sturdy trained horse is standing here.
The gatekeeper stands here.
*Whity the Stoor Hobbit* is here, riding a mountain mule.
*Ràin the Dwarf* is here trying to concentrate, riding a mountain mule.
*a Man* is here, riding a pack horse.
*Eldacil the Noldorin Elf* is standing here.
*an Elf* is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*an Elf*s
 is standing here.
Exits: ^North^ South.

* W HP:Awful>s
South of Bree
A neatly carved strap of skin lies abandoned here.
The scalped, butchered corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
A moneybag made of rough leather is lying here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A moneybag made of rough leather is lying here.
A sturdy leather backpack has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A domesticated pony, beast of burden to many, stands here.
*Azmodan the Orc* is here, riding a hungry warg.
Mâlak the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Kakarot the Mountain Troll is standing here.
Nazgúm the Orc is standing here.
Kreil the Mountain Troll is standing here.
Sharghl the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Khwaj is standing here.
Plato the s
Cave Troll is standing here.
Toe the Cave Troll is standing here.
Exits: North South.

#hi again :)

* W HP:Awful>s
s
s

Junction
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
The corpse of a hardened ranger is lying here.
The corpse of a hardened ranger is lying here.
The corpse of a hardened ranger is lying here.
The corpse of a hardened ranger is lying here.
The butchered corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of a hardened ranger is lying here.
The corpse of a hardened ranger is lying here.
The shadow of a hardened ranger is floating here.
A domesticated pony, beast of burden to many, stands here.
Võlur the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Balzak the Black Númenórean is standing here.
*Gretna the Orc* is here, riding a hungry warg.
Mammoth the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Holy the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Gazel the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Tandada the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
Exits: North East South West.

#bye again 

* W HP:Awful>s
Greenway
Exits: North East South West.

o W HP:Awful>Greenway
A sturdy leather backpack has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
Exits: North ^South^.

o W HP:Awful>Greenway
Exits: North ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.

* W HP:Awful>Greenway
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.

* W HP:Awful>w
Greenway
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^.

* W HP:Awful>* W HP:Awful>
You flee head over heels.
Greenway
A black wolf is here, glaring hungrily for its next meal.
A huge, black wolf is here, ready to devour.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^.

* W HP:Awful>Greenway
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.

* W HP:Awful>Greenway
A hardened ranger is walking around, looking for tracks.
A hardened ranger is walking around, looking for tracks.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.
A hardened ranger lightly hits your right foot and shatters it.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A hardened ranger yells 'A Troll ys here at Greenwai!'


#just what I needed, damn if i gonne die to rangers when I got out of Bree

* W HP:Awful Move:Tired a hardened ranger:Healthy>
You flee head over heels.
You were not able to keep your concentration while moving.
Greenway
A black wolf is here, glaring hungrily for its next meal.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.

* W HP:Awful Move:Tired>Greenway
A black wolf is here, glaring hungrily for its next meal.
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.

* W HP:Awful Move:Tired>
flee
w
Greenway
Exits: ^North^ ^East^ ^South^.

* W HP:Awful Move:Tired>Cartman narrates 'help'   #no help me

#and back to the others I went, was scary, but i lived :)