+++++ Earthquake +++++

Nacs giggles.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Vecna stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>emote says ok i try it
Ok.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
A hungry warg has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>emote says ready ?

Mors chatters 'pukes in there'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Ok.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
-- Nazgúm snorts 'go quick'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Mors chatters '?'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Vanimeldë says 'go'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>enter portal
cast 'earthquake'
The Animal Pen
A chopping-cleaver, as favoured by butchers, is lying unused.
A fragrant smelling bag is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* is resting here.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* is here, resting on a trained horse.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* is here, riding a pack horse.
*Aglar the Dwarf* is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* is standing here.
Exits: [East].
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* says 'failed break'

[OK, THIS IS GONA LEAVE A MARK]

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
You quickly recall your stored spell...

cast 'earthquake'
cast 'earthquake'
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces your left foot and tickles it.

*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* stops resting, and clambers on his feet.
The earth trembles beneath your feet!
The earth trembles and shivers.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Hurt>
You quickly recall your stored spell...
A pack horse lightly hits your right leg and tickles it.

A pack horse barely hits your left foot and tickles it.
A trained horse barely hits your right arm and tickles it.

*Aglar the Dwarf* says 'who looted backpack with gleaming and styff?'

The earth trembles beneath your feet!
You receive your share of experience.
It's really not interesting anymore! 
Your blood freezes as you hear a trained horse's death cry.
A trained horse is dead! R.I.P.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* dismounts from a trained horse, and stops riding him.
You receive your share of experience.
This is really a genocide...
Your blood freezes as you hear a pack horse's death cry.
A pack horse is dead! R.I.P.
You receive your share of experience.
This is really a genocide...
Your blood freezes as you hear a pack horse's death cry.
A pack horse is dead! R.I.P.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* dismounts from a pack horse, and stops riding him.
The earth trembles and shivers.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Warm *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
You quickly recall your stored spell...

*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* pierces your right leg and tickles it.
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces your left foot and tickles it.

*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* lightly slashes your right leg and tickles it.

*Donald the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

cast 'earthquake'
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.

The earth trembles beneath your feet!
The earth trembles and shivers.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>*Donald the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
You can't find a coins in any corpse.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
You can't find a coins in any corpse.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
You start to concentrate...

*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.

*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* strongly slashes your body.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>na come

*Donald the Noldorin Elf* utters the words 'gpaqtuio ofags'
*Donald the Noldorin Elf*'s spell backfires, and he squeals in surprise!

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>

*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
Ok.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* pierces your right foot and tickles it.
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces your left arm and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* lightly slashes your left leg and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
Mors has suddenly arrived riding a hungry warg.
A hungry warg has suddenly arrived.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
Nacs has suddenly arrived.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* begins some strange incantations...
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces your right arm and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
Mors barely hits *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*'s right hand and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Wounded>
Nacs pounds *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*'s right hand extremely hard and shatters it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Bad>
Nazgúm has suddenly arrived.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Bad>change mood wimpy
Ok.

[HEHE, NICE AFTERTHOUGHT]

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Bad>
Nazgúm approaches *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*, trying to smite him.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Bad>
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces your right foot and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Bad>
Nacs pounds *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*'s body extremely hard and shatters it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Awful>
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Awful>
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* lightly pierces your left foot and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Awful>
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* utters the word 'fireball'
You feel less protected.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
That really HURT!

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Awful>
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*:Awful>
You are rescued by Nacs, you are confused!

Nazgúm smites *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*'s right leg hard and shatters it.
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.

Saving Moonglum.
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* barely pierces Nacs' body and tickles it.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.

*Aglar the Dwarf* tries to bash the gate.

Vanimeldë utters the word 'fireball'
Vanimeldë throws a fireball at *Tiamat the Noldorin Elf*, completely enveloping him in flames.

*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* barely slashes Nacs' body and tickles it.

Vanimeldë begins some strange incantations...
Mors hits *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*'s right foot extremely hard and shatters it.
You receive your share of experience.
Yes! 
You're beginning to get the idea.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Finglór the Noldorin Elf*'s death cry.
*Finglór the Noldorin Elf* has drawn his last breath! R.I.P.

*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* swiftly dodges Vecna's attempt to slash him.

Nacs pounds *Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man*'s body very hard.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* panics, and attempts to flee.

*Aglar the Dwarf* tries to bash the gate.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Nazgúm approaches *Tiamat the Noldorin Elf*, trying to smite him.
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* barely pierces Nacs' left arm and tickles it.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Vanimeldë begins some strange incantations...
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* begins some strange incantations...
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Vecna begins some strange incantations...
Mors holds a lantern.
Mors lights a lantern.
Mors puts a leather backpack on his back.
Mors protects his head with a plain hood.
Mors wears a plain pair of pants on his legs.
Mors wears a thin pair of leather gloves on his hands.
Mors covers his arms with a pair of soft leather sleeves.
Mors holds a bejewelled oak staff.
Mors is zapped by a bejewelled oak staff and instantly drops it.
Mors wears a forest green cloak about his body.
Mors puts a leather backpack over his shoulder.
Mors puts a keyring with a couple of keys and a set of lock picks around his wrist.
Mors wears a broad silver belt about his waist.
Mors holds a water skin.
Mors puts a fragrant-smelling bag on his belt.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* barely pierces Nacs' left leg and tickles it.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>

*Aglar the Dwarf* tries to bash the gate.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>+++++ Lightning Bolt +++++
The gate is opened from the other side.
Vanimeldë utters the word 'fireball'
Vanimeldë throws a fireball at *Tiamat the Noldorin Elf*, completely enveloping him in flames.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Vecna utters the words 'lightning bolt'
A lightning bolt from Vecna shatters *Tiamat the Noldorin Elf*.
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *Tiamat the Noldorin Elf*'s death cry.
*Tiamat the Noldorin Elf* has drawn his last breath! R.I.P.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>

Mors strongly hits *Aglar the Dwarf*'s left leg.
*a Dwarf* has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*a Dwarf* leaves east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Vecna begins some strange incantations...
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Ancalimon the Dúnadan Man* leaves east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Vanimeldë closes the gate.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Nazgúm smites *Donald the Noldorin Elf*'s right hand and tickles it.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* opens the gate.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Vanimeldë begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Donald the Noldorin Elf* leaves east.
Mors hits *Aglar the Dwarf*'s body and tickles it.

Nacs closes the gate.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
The gate is opened from the other side.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
*Aglar the Dwarf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Aglar the Dwarf* leaves east.
Nacs closes the gate.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Vanimeldë utters the words 'block door'
The exit east seems to blur for a while.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Vanimeldë says 'fuck'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>look
The Animal Pen
A chopping-cleaver, as favoured by butchers, is lying unused.
A polished oaken staff lies here.
A fragrant smelling bag is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of a trained horse is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Dwarf* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
Mors the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Nacs the Orc is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Nazgúm the Orc is standing here.
Vanimeldë is standing here.
Vecna is standing here.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Nacs giggles.