You see a Great Boeing 737 flying over your head.

* S C>
You see a Great Boeing 737 flying over your head. ***Circling????***

* S C>
You see a Great Boeing 737 decend to your north. ***Ok, landing***

Saving Ilmarin.

* S C>
Eilro tells you '[eirggkla] Nazgum arrives from the north.' ***Eilro watching room, passcontrol.***


* S C>
You are a male Swede.
You are 25 years, 5 months, and 25 days old.
You have played 2 days and 3 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Ilmarin, tracker of ancient paths (level 73).
You are one eighty one and weight about 93 kilos.
Perception: vision 50, hearing 23, smell 7. Alertness: normal.
You must have been sent on Tellus to free it from the sorrows that weigh upon it.
You are welcome in Sweden, Norway, the United States, and the European Community.
You are carrying 103 pounds of equipment. Peanuts!
Your base abilities are: Str:18 Int:17 Wis:14 Dex:15 Con:16 Wil:14 Per:14.
Offensive Bonus: 70%, Dodging Bonus: 43%, Parrying Bonus: 75%
Your armour provides an average protection of 4%.
You have 270/270 hit, 43/81 mana, and 53/127 movement points.
Your mood is wimpy. 
You will flee if your hit points go below 230.
You have scored not that many girls and you have 234,567 travel points.
You have won great renown in games for the team of the Falu SS and Sweden.
You need 12 exp. points and 245,852 travel points to reach the next level.
You have 27 swedish crowns and 50 öre.
You are speaking Swenglish Muddish.
You are trying to sneak.
You will climb if necessary.
You will swim if necessary.

You are subjected to the following temporary effects:
- novoid
- potion

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* S C>The Customer Control
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
A grumpy old custom checker is standing here.

hide tho
* S C>
You attempt to hide yourself.

Ok.

* S C>
The light of Aman fades away from you.  ***Of course!***

* S C>
*Lahnborg the NSL:er* arrives from the east.
*Devran the NSL:er* arrives from the east.
*A grim NSL:er* arrives from the east.
*Feon the NSL:er* arrives from the east.
*An NSL:er arrives* from the east.
*Magica the NSL:er* arrives from the east. ***Hello ppl =)***

<Doore set to: door>
* S C>
*Nazgum the Canadian* arrives from the north.

ba Nazgum
You begin to move silently to the back of your victim...

*Nazgum the Canadian* makes a strange sound but is suddenly very silent, as you place a broad stiletto in his back.
You receive your share of experience.
This is really a genocide...
Your blood freezes as you hear *Nazgum's* death cry.
*Nazgum the Canadian* is dead! R.I.P.

* S C>
There was no coins in the corpse.  ***Poor Canuck!***

draw holster
* S C>
You remove a broad stiletto.
You swiftly draw a sawn-off shotgun from across your hipholster.

* S C>
You shoot *Lahnborg the NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
You shoot *Devran the NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
You shoot *a grim NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
You shoot *Feon the NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
You shoot *an NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
You shoot *Magica* very hard and shatter her.
You shoot a custome checker very hard and shatter him. ***One shot from my shotgun....***

* S C HP: Healty Mana: Warm *Lahnborg*: Wounded>

* S C>
You shoot *Lahnborg the NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
*Lahnborg the NSL:er* is incapacitated.
You shoot *Devran the NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
*Devran the NSL:er* is incapacitated.
You shoot *a grim NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
*A grim NSL:er* is incapacitated.
You shoot *Feon the NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
*Feon the NSL:er* is incapacitated.
You shoot *an NSL:er* very hard and shatter him.
You receive your share of experience.
Boring, isn't it?
Your blood freezes as you hear *an NSL:er'*'s death cry.
*An NSL:er* is dead! R.I.P.
You shoot *Magica* very hard and shatter her.
*Magica the NSL:er* is incapacitated.
You shoot a custome checker very hard and shatter him.

* S C HP: Healty Mana: Warm *Lahnborg: Incapacitated>

And I get out of there.
Was nice loot too.